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"That's it, my darlings. Come on over to Mommy..."

While there were plenty of different opinions about when it was absolutely necessary for someone to shower or bathe, most people would agree that taking at least one bath per day was necessary to stay clean, and sometimes, a second wash off might be needed, given the different circumstances.

For most people, those showers usually involved soap and water, and Yasha was more than happy to take a conventional shower when the time called for it.

She also had a taste for something a bit more exotic, and if her secret ever got out, the world would never look at her the same way again.

"My goodness! You boys all look so full! You must have been thinking of Mommy all night," she cheered for her children as they entered her bedroom, if it could be called that. There was little in the way of furniture in her room, and though there was an on-suite with a shower inside of it on the far wall, Yasha preferred to lay in the middle of her open floor, wings of purple, yellow and tan sprawled out across the carpet, her body naked as the day that she was born. "And nobody wasted a drop, did they...?"

Being of a truly unique mind and body, Yasha was a proud mother who gave birth to three children who could barely be called siblings, but each one of them carried a property of their mother with pride, and she gleefully looked upon them as they hovered over her, all nude, as well; it was the rule in her house.

"I haven't wasted any, Mother!" It was her eldest son, Jungos, who spoke up first. Taking away the dark, tan tones of her feathers and turning them into fur, Jungos ended up as a thick, powerful bear, one who could easily have overpowered his mother at any time and become the patriarch of the household, and yet, for some reason, he remained entirely obedient to her, obeying her every whim and doing his best to keep her happy in whatever way she deemed acceptable.

Their relationship wasn't that of an ordinary mother and son, and with a quick, cocky smirk, Yasha lifted her legs up in the air, keeping her long, thick tail flat on the floor. Her thighs spread as easy as butter on the edge of a hot knife, and scaled paws came to rest under the smooth, heavy curves of her rump, keeping both her womanhood and her tight, moist pucker spread for her sons to admire. "Of course you haven't, Jungos. My oldest son would know better than to play when his Mommy is feeling so needy!"

The middle sibling knew that Jungos was going to get to pick which part of his mother he took, and he crossed his arms with a quiet huff as he saw Jungos moving in on their matriarch. "Sucking up, as usual," he groaned, rolling the cool, icy orbs of his eyes and looking away.

He took heavily after the stripes that covered his mother's body, and though his own fur might not appear to take any of her colors, it was the bright, passionate red of her eyes that ended up matching his fur tones. Black stripes crossed all parts of his body like the endless inlets of a river delta, and like his brothers, his cock was hanging and exposed, sitting atop of a swollen, heavy sack that was desperate to be emptied. Even if it was a routine by then, Yasha had a way of infecting her children and keeping them on edge for a longer time than any male should ever have to wait, knowing that the juice would absolutely be worth the squeeze.

"You know that your older brother loves Mommy's ass," Yasha reminded her middle child, never wanting any of her sons to feel neglected. "One day, I'm sure that he'll give you the chance to try it, if you're a good little brother..."

The idea didn't sit well with Bayn, who let out a quick sigh. He didn't necessarily like watching his older brother get priority every time, but at the same time, his lust for his mother was great enough that he couldn't help watching as Jungos knelt down in front of the nude body of his mother and gripped the base of his cock. After literal years of performing the ritual, Jungos was actually beginning to believe that it really was keeping Yasha youthful, and if the fallout from that was feeling a pleasure that no other woman had ever granted him before, he couldn't argue with it; he truly did love his mother, even if he had a rather lustful way of expressing it.

Even if Bayn didn't want to let on how much he was enjoying it, the youngest child, Issac, didn't have such a problem. Taking all of the scales from his mother's form, Issac was born a leopard gecko, and the pattern of his spots carried the same shade of dark gray and purple that decorated his own mother with such a unique pattern, all on top of a bumpy layer of tan flesh. His own manhood was unique, as Jungos was mostly humanoid, and Bayn was only slightly canine, but Issac was blessed with an entirely reptilian length, peeking through a genital slit and bearing a bright, red sheen that always seemed to catch his mother's eyes. It was growing harder with his every breath, until Yasha beckoned him closer, and immediately, he obeyed.

Her sons couldn't have been any more different in appearance and personality, but they were all her children, and they all had one thing in common: An uncontrollable, burning lust for their mother, who refused to let them expend their seed anywhere but upon her body. Even if it meant waking her in the middle of the night and being ultimately punished for giving in to the temptations of their own flesh, it would be forgiven, so long as the heated, virile cum ended up somewhere upon the mingled flesh, scales and feathers that coated her youthful, sensual body.

"Isn't Mommy's cunt good enough for you, Bayn? Don't you love the way it squeezes you when I'm about to cum?" Yasha asked, escaping her momentary daydream of how much she loved her children so that she could focus on how much she needed them. "I've never heard you complain about it before."

It was hard to tell, given the bright, red fur that surrounded his cheeks, but Bayn flushed bashfully under his fur when his mother called him out, leaving him nervous to the point that he could scarcely reply. "I...n-no, Mommy, you know I love it!"

Able to see his nerves, Yasha chuckled as she stroked Jungos' cheek, and in the next moment, she flipped over onto her hands and knees. Her rump shook in the air for Jungos, who immediately pounced upon his mother with a stiff, dripping cock, much to her obvious and shuddering delight. "Then get your big, delicious cock over here and stuff it inside of your Mommy... now."

Yasha was a loving mother, perhaps to a fault, but her word was law, and Bayn wouldn't have been foolish enough to argue with her. There was just enough room under her body for the hybrid canine to slide underneath of her, and her full, smooth breasts brushed across Bayn's own broad, wide pectorals as he came to settle between her legs.

Ever one to enjoy the moment, Yasha began bucking her hips, but she took careful, measured strokes, allowing Jungos to slide his cock between the wide, smooth curve of her cheeks, and Bayn to glide the underside of his stiff, growing length against her pouting, needy folds, but she wouldn't allow either of her children to penetrate her body just yet. She'd been preparing for the moment all morning, and her tailhole was already gaping and drooling lubrication from her self-manipulation, but she needed one more thing before she could fully embrace the moment.

It was her youngest son, Issac, who came to embrace the long, curled horns on the side of her head with his paws. It might have seemed a dominant act, but he only did it because he knew it was what his mother would want, and if he didn't, she'd have ordered it in the next moment.

"Are my children ready for today's bath?" she asked, as she tilted her muzzle up toward Issac, allowing his cock to brush along her soft, delicate fur. Precum spat into the bangs of her hair, leaving tiny, sticky trails before the action was even allowed to truly begin, and the delicious scent of her own son's rod in upon her nostrils was intoxicating, but she did her best to have restraint. She was waiting for just one, particular moment, when she felt a canine tip prodding at her sex, a humanoid tip slipping into her pucker, and finally, a reptilian tip drooling on her lips, begging for entry.

She opened her eager muzzle around the manhood of her youngest son, knowing that there would be no verbal reply.

" Fuck me, my sons. Fuck your beloved Mommy!"

No matter how many times she felt it, and no matter how she prepared for it, nothing could fully ready Yasha for the feeling of her eager, lustful sons stuffing her the way that they did in the next moment. Her sex was completely stuffed with a thick, canine rod at the very same time as her eldest son carefully guided his cock into the tighter, but plenty experienced walls of her ass. Two sets of heavy, swollen balls bounced against her body at the same time from behind, and each time, her delighted cries of elation were muffled, thanks to the mouthful of reptilian flesh that she took in front. She could feel the bright, oddly shaped member swabbing and tickling at the back of her throat, but she knew every single inch of her youngest, and even with her vocal chords screaming out against him, she could handle him without a single struggle.

Of course, that wouldn't stop her from widening her eyes up at him and letting out a quiet, forced gag; she wanted to build her son's confidence, after all, and as submissive as Issac was, he needed every conceivable push if he was ever going to have a spine.

"Jeez...choking Mommy again?" Jungos asked, knowing about his mother's plan to the point that he could join in, even as his hips came down against her perfectly round backside. Her wings kicked up and wrapped around Jungos, showing her affection to her eldest and encouraging him to go a little harder as he always started with a slow, easy pace, and that morning, she was more than ready to simply be bathed and be done with it.

Bayn knew better than any of the others that she'd climaxed the moment that they penetrated her, but thanks to the deep, full penetration of her throat, she couldn't properly voice it. Her body couldn't hide that reaction, however, and Bayn was gritting his fangs together already to resist the delightful, almost unnatural feeling of her inner walls clamping down around his cock at different spots along the path of his thrusts.

Issac wouldn't respond right away either, given how bright his cheeks were flushed with warmth. He was easily the most submissive of his brothers, and at times, his older siblings had used him for things that he didn't particularly mind, but he knew if his mother found out, they'd all be punished for it. In the back of his mind, he sometimes wondered if she knew what was going on, and just looked the other way...

...In the front of his mind, he was trying to figure out how he was going to last as long as his siblings, when his mother was swallowing her throat around his length and gazing up at him with eyes that were intensely passionate, and yet, so wide that he had to believe their illusion of innocence.

"I d-dunno...I think she's teasing him," Bayn finally did chime in, deciding to pick on his younger brother as he braced his hips on the floor. Yasha was bucking her hips back in a gentle, almost mechanical rhythm, allowing her sons to control the pace, and while Jungos always took things a little easy to start, Bayn knew that his mother could handle anything he threw at her. Her depths were tight, but they were soaking wet with arousal, and her squeezing, clenching inner muscles knew his cock all the way down to the smooth, rounded knot that was hidden at the base. He could thrust into her as hard as he pleased without breaking her, and a quiet, but audible whimper passed her stuffed muzzle when he finally did.

The room filled with the sounds of hard, intense sex as Jungos joined in the same, knowing that his mother could take more. Her asshole was just too tight for him to rush with, knowing that he wouldn't be able to outlast his siblings if he went full speed from the start, and though this was all a ritual for Yasha, the boys treated it like a sort of game, always trying to outlast each other in the hopes that they would win favor with their mother if they did. Still believing himself to be the favorite, Jungos took time with his mother, treating her like a lover instead of an object. His paws stroked along her back and teased at her wings as his hips moved, and his cock spilled precum plentifully inside of her tailhole, aided by slow, long thrusts that allowed him to experience her in the fullest way possible.

Dealing with three unique approaches and barely being able to moan around her youngest son, Yasha knew that she'd already reached a climax once, and wasn't sure how much longer she could go before a second one wracked her body.

She also didn't care, and was hoping that Jungos and Issac would join Bayn's pace so that she might get a third or fourth release out of the deal, in addition to her favorite part of their morning routine.

All of the boys were out of high school, and though they had lives outside of their mother, she was their sexual goddess. As the three of them pumped their cocks into her with different rhythms, never giving her body a chance to focus on just one sensation, their minds never drifted away from the thought of how great it would be to have her all to themselves. There was no other woman in the world that any of them would rather have, and conveniently, she already knew everything about her boys, sexually. Her beauty and wiles alone would have been enough to keep them around for as long as she wished, but with their kinks in her back pocket, she could do more than keep them around.

She could control them, allowing them to believe that they had their freedoms, while maintaining her twisted, incestuous ritual.

"M...Mommy..."

It was Issac, wincing his eyes closed and leaning back against the wall behind him. His cock slipped free just a little bit, but Yasha reached forward and gripped his backside, squeezing the firm curves of his ass in her paws and forcing him to stay close. She knew that he was going to finish any second, but she couldn't have him wasting even a drop of the stuff, and she didn't want it going down her throat, either. She'd hold him in her muzzle and wait, able to feel the thick, pulsing veins against her tongue; she'd know when it was the right time to let him free.

"Nnngh... f-fuck, me too, Mommy!" Bayn grunted. She was used to him having a little more stamina, but she knew that her inner muscles were fluttering and dancing around his cock like they'd never done before, leaving him with a pretty good excuse for his lack of timeliness. She could feel his plentiful, slick precum splashing around inside of her womanhood, and though she wished that she could feel her son's cum filling her womb to the brim, she knew that it had a greater purpose.

Jungos was aware of that purpose, and though his face was twisted up in resistance to his building pleasure, hearing the impending release of his brothers took the edge off. He grinned down at his mother and picked up the pace, slapping his sack harshly against her ass as he buried every inch of his impressive flesh inside of her. He was coming into his own with his twisted desires, and though his mother was the one to be bathed, he took a certain pleasure in seeing her speared by so many cocks at once.

That's it, boys...do whatever you have to do...fuck...cumming again...doesn't matter! Just soak me, my children!

Yasha knew that her inner monologue couldn't reach the boys, but as she felt a firm, powerful throb against her tongue, she pulled her muzzle back just in time. Lunging into Issac and pinning the timid gecko against the wall, she watched as heated streaks of his ejaculate sprayed across her muzzle and up along the fur upon her forehead. Her colorful bangs of teal and purple were soaked with the same white mess, and she let out a devious, sinister giggle as her two older boys watched on.

Jungos stayed kneeling as Yasha flipped over once again and landed on her back. She kept a grip on Issac and pulled him down with her as Bayn slipped out of the way just in the nick of time, knowing what was coming. Still dripping wet with her arousal and spread wide for her sons to enjoy, Yasha let out desperate pants of excitement as she suckled Issac's sack, encouraging the last of his youthful, potent cum to spray across her neck and her breasts. Stroking the cocks in front of her and adding to the mess, Jungos had a farther reach, spraying his messy seed as far as the underside of Yasha's heaving breasts, leaving a trail of the same up her tummy.

Though Issac only panted silently and whimpered, Bayn wasn't quite so timid. "F-fuck yeah...take that mess, Mommy!" He growled, showing off a dominant side that was rarely seen around Yasha. Her mouth was too busy to reply, but she smiled around Issac's balls as she felt Bayn's seed spreading across her torso and dripping down her tummy. The plentiful mess was growing as Jungos shuddered in place with the delight of his orgasm, allowing the last, errant drops of his juices to spill upon her thighs as Bayn fell back with exhaustion.

"Such good boys...s-such good fucking boys!" Yasha praised her sons as she fell away from Issac's package. Her head slipped down the wall until it was flat on the floor again, and she looked around at her three children with the most twisted sense of pride. "You've given your mother such a wonderful bath this morning...perhaps I'll make the three of you a big, tasty meal for breakfast!"

She'd happily do more than that, if that was what it took to keep her sons in place. She needed their youthful seed upon her skin, and as the cum soaked into her fur, she trembled with a delight that might be even greater than her orgasms, before.

"We could give you an even bigger bath tomorrow, Mommy," Issac offered, a rare statement from the usually quiet youngest. "If...if we start playing now..."

The idea was enough to send a chilling shiver through Yasha's spine. "...Just remember not to spill a drop, Issac. Edge yourselves all day, if you want. Mommy will keep you nice and fed."

With no jobs to worry about, no responsibilities or cares, save for coating their own mother in a mess...how could the boys resist such an offer?