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This story was written for Liion/Ikenna. It contains sexual acts between consenting adults, and both micro and incest related kinkiness.

A Parental Present

Ikenna blushed as Hannah kissed him goodbye, unable to resist reaching out and groping the lion's already stiffening cock as he stood upon the doorstep of his family home. The snow leopard stayed close, stroking the back of her lover's neck as she smooched and nuzzled against him, and only departed when the door swung open and Ikenna's mother beamed out at them.

"Thank you for bringing him over, Hannah."

The older lioness purred happily as she reached out with one hand, plucking one of Ikenna's own from his sides and beginning to draw him forward, away from the younger woman still smooching him and towards his mother's own embrace. One last time though, before she had to surrender him to his family, Hannah whispered in the male's ear.

"You're gonna tell me everything that you do today. You're gonna remember it in such detail I'll feel like I was here. Happy birthday, Ike."

Once more she kissed him, then allowed the lion's mother to drag him in through the front door. With a final wink of playful gratitude to Hannah, the older woman's own hands already drifting rather intimately across her grown and handsome son's body, the door swung closed with a firm tap from Jen's hips, and then it was happening. It was time, once again.

Time for the tradition which had sprung up after Ikenna, his mother and his father had begun to fool around with deeply taboo but even more deliciously fun incestuous activities. A tradition that happened not once, but three times a year, on each of their birthdays.

A day spent with family, but not in the traditional sense.

A day in which the birthday boy or girl found themselves the centre of attention, and for twenty four hours was lavished with all the pleasures and erotic delights that they could handle... and then some more.

With the door closed and soon locked behind them, sealing them inside and keeping any prying eyes out, Ikenna and his mother sprang upon one another. They wasted no time, having both been waiting for today for weeks, months even. It wasn't like they hadn't been together more recently than that of course, but these birthday days were special in a whole different way. They were a license, a certificate of free reign the likes of which simply couldn't apply the rest of the year round. They offered a chance to open up, to be shameless in their sexual excesses. And for all of them, for Ikenna, for Jennifer, and indeed for Tafari too, these few days each year were held in the highest regard for that very reason. Even in their relationships, honest, free and open, these were the most open and honest and free of all, and barely a day went by without each of them at least giving a passing thought towards how many days remained until their next birthday free-for-all.

"Y-your... ohh... your father told me to... to tell you he's sorry he couldn't be here right from... ah! From the start. His flight should already be in. H-he'll be here... aaahh... as s-soon as he can."

Jen moaned loudly as she tried to talk to her son even as he pinned her against the nearest wall of the hallway, half burying them in the family coat-rack as his clawed and trembling fingertips peeled off her clothes one garment at a time. Before long she was nude from the waist down, and with her bra still in place and her shirt hanging open-fronted off her trembling shoulders an impassioned cry escaped her, two of Ikenna's fingers seeking out and probing their way into her already flushed and arousal-dampened pussy. With her arms already wrapped around her son's neck the older lion kissed Ikenna deeply as he fingered her, and moaned louder, louder into his muzzle as the pace of his digits quickened and a teasing thumb began to drag itself back and forth over her swollen clit.

Barely a couple of minutes passed there, neither lion attempting to move or in any way make their initial pleasure-giving more formal or romantic, before Jen tensed up between her son and the wall. Her arms thrashed, sending coats tumbling from their pegs to the carpeted ground as she screeched a ragged, desperate cry of orgasm, rising up on the tips of her toes to hump and grind against the fingers still so urgently and ceaselessly probing at her soaked innards. In all that time though, brief and passionate as it had been, Ikenna hadn't spoken a single word to his mother. He just stared at her, eyes burning with fierce intensity and joy and gratitude, and even after she'd cum that first time his smouldering gaze only grew all the more intense.

"Ohh, Ike... that was amazing. I... w-what are... o-oh!"

Jen barely had a chance to begin recovering in the wake of her climax, feeling Ikenna drawing ever so slightly back and slumping against the wall behind her to keep from toppling forward against him. As she did so though, and as she moaned in blissful satisfaction to her son, she saw him reaching for the buckle of his belt. Pulling it off and unbuttoning his jeans. Not even seeking to cast them off entirely, just opening up the front of his trousers and hurriedly, sharply jerking down the front of whatever underwear he was wearing, exposing the already erect and eagerly throbbing length of his member.

He stepped forward again. He growled deeply to his mother as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her crotch against his own and drawing another strained, desperate gasp of pleasure and longing from her muzzle. And in a matter of seconds, less than a minute after Jen had stopped cumming at the behest of Ikenna's fingers, she was mewling again. Crying out in even more intense, frantic pleasure this time around as once more she was pinned up against the hallway wall, this time with her son's straining cock pressing deep inside of her.

"Oh! Oh god! God, d-don't stop..."

Face to face they panted and moaned to one another, Jen's cries and whimpers of pleading desire met only by more deep and wordless snarls and grunts from Ikenna himself. They kissed; engaging in repeated long and sloppy smooches, dripping saliva and running their tongues across the other lion's muzzle as Jen threw her legs around her son's waist, her body leaving the ground entirely and placing itself entirely at the mercy of his increasingly rapid and powerful thrusts. Clawed fingertips began to drag themselves across Ikenna's back as each driving strike of his hips sent his cock's length grinding its way past Jen's g-spot, and it was only then, as the lioness began to shriek more and more mindlessly in pleasure, that Ikenna finally addressed her with a simple, passionate plea.

"You know what I want, mom."

Their eyes met, heavy lidded, sagging with the sheer volume of pleasure surging through them both. Jen wailed in bliss, nodding feverishly and clutching tighter still against her son's body while his rigid cock plunged shamelessly into her time and time again.

"Mmhh... a-aahh... make me, Ike."

He kissed her again, but their lip-lock broke after mere seconds as Jen threw her head back to scream in pleasure once more.

"Fuck. Fuck! Right there. R-right... oh, Ike! You're doing it. I... I'm...!"

Her cry trailed off into a frantic, feral roar as her fingertips dug deep into the flesh of her son's shoulders. He didn't care about the pain though, not when it was accompanied by such a joyous, mindless shriek and a surge of hot, slick juices gushing out around his cock. Jen was cumming again, and this time she was squirting too. Her hot ejaculate sprayed out over the trimmed tangle of the male lion's pubic fur as her inner muscles clamped down hard around his length, milking him, begging his seed to join her own flood of liquid desire. And upon feeling that tidal wave of lust, upon seeing his mother thrashing and shrieking before his eyes, losing all control in the midst of the pleasure he had provoked within her, Ikenna was all too happy to give in.

"Ah. Aahhhh... m-mom!"

He let loose inside her. Thick streaks of cum lashed against her convulsing inner walls, spraying deep within and soothing the fires of her own lust despite the thick, clinging heat of each ribbon of seed. They ceased practically all movement, and simply clung to one another, Ikenna pressed in deep and his mother's limbs locked in a frenzied vice-grip all around his trembling form. Only the curling and flexing of her toes and the twitching of their tail-tips continued to betray the rhythm of their orgasmic release, alongside of course their continued growls, grunts and moans as they pushed one another towards pure satisfaction.

Only after, drained and for a brief while sated, did they speak in more sane and clear headed terms. Gently Ikenna set Jen down upon shaky legs. Carefully, fondly they peeled off the remainder of one another's clothes, and soon as they both stood naked and hand in hand, they made their way out of the hallway and into the living room of Jen and Tafari's home.

The drapes were closed of course, at the front of the house at least. The large glass patios doors remained uncovered though, the high fences of the yard beyond more than sufficient to prevent anyone from peeping in without first climbing the fence and trespassing. Thus the pair padded to the rear of the large and cosily decorated room, and tumbled, giggling and growling into each other's arms upon a sunbeam-laden couch. They lay together, cuddling, smooching, nuzzling playfully, and only then did mother and son actually converse in more than frantic and lust fuelled moans.

"So, did you and Hannah go out for breakfast like you planned?"

In a very motherly and yet equally intimate manner, Jen stroked Ikenna's mane as she lay with her legs wrapped around his, purring gently as his hands explored her chest with the kind of casual tenderness that betrayed his continued desire even if his cock was currently flaccid and recovering. Ikenna nodded, licking his lips before kissing his mother gently once again.

"Mmm, yeah. Pancakes. Syrup. Butter. The works."

Jen smirked, reaching down to rub at her son's belly.

"No wonder you were so energetic. I hope you aren't gonna crash down from that sugar high."

Ikenna opened his muzzle to respond, but Jen snorted with laughter before he could even say a word. She shook her head with a playful warning growl.

"Don't you dare make a 'getting some sugar from me,' pun, or I swear I'll kick you out onto the street buck ass naked, birthday or not."

The male lion grinned, rolling over slightly so that he was straddling his mother. He leaned down and kissed her again, then shuffled down the length of her body a little so that his lips could lavish a fresh pair of kisses upon the peak of each of her breasts. Jen gasped and shivered, nibbling on her own bottom lip as she saw a flash of desire cross Ikenna's face. His body may not have been ready for another round yet, but his heart and mind most definitely were.

"Okay, I won't joke about it. Because, the truth is it's not about sugar or anything like that. It's not the pleasure that makes me so glad I'm staying with you all day, and dad when he gets back of course. It's your_pleasure. Yours. His. The idea that today I get to make you cum as many times as I want. That as long as you're willing and able, I don't have to hold back. I don't have to restrain myself or plan to be anywhere or do anything else. There's no way I'll sugar crash, or let myself get _tired today. Not for anything. Because... I only have a day. I only have this day every year to shamelessly wring every drop of cum from you both that I can get. And I know that no matter how hard I try... it won't ever be close to as much pleasure as I believe you both deserve for how you make me feel. How lucky I am to have you in my life as parents... or as lovers."

He kissed Jen upon the lips one more time after saying his peace, nuzzling at her for a moment and smiling as she looked up at him, blinking a tear of joy out of her eyes. Then he moved back down to kiss her breasts. Then lower to her stomach. And lower. And lower, until...

"Oh..."

His broad, rough tongue lashed across the already swollen and flushed lips of Jen's pussy, and between those glistening lips he tasted not just the sweet tang of her arousal, but also a little of his own seed.

"Oh! I-Ike!"

Jen arched her back, her golden fur bathed in the sunbeams shining in through the patio doors as her son began to alternate between sweeping strokes of his tongue through her slit and wrapping his lips around the swollen nub of her clit. She grunted and wailed each time he suckled upon that hyper-sensitive point of flesh, hidden away between the folds of her hood but eagerly, hungrily sought out by Ikenna's ministrations. She stroked at her son's ears with trembling fingers, and before long felt her legs wrapping around his head, holding him tightly in place even though he clearly had no desire to be anywhere else.

The lioness knew full well that she had already cum twice that morning, three times in all honesty given her early-morning fumble in bed as she thought of her son's eventual arrival. But, despite that fact, that already intense and overwhelming repeated pleasure, she felt herself surging towards yet another orgasm at breakneck speed. Her son's tongue was so skilled and precise in its application. It knew just where to strike, not just from natural talent, but experience. This was far from the first time he had eaten her out, and far from the last he would do it even that day, or so she greedily hoped. But even as she raced towards this approaching orgasm, she was thinking of the next already. Or perhaps the one after that, or the one after that. Not necessarily the orgasm itself, but the method by which it would be delivered. Not by tongue. Not by cock. Not by fingers. But simply by Ikenna. All of him. Every last inch of the male's entire body.

Of course, to most people, never mind most families, such a thing might have sounded like an impossibility; a wild and weird longing meant for imagined masturbatory fantasies alone. But to her... to them, it was far from fantasy.

"Ike, p-please... I... I know its your day. Your choice, but... oohhh god, I... I want you inside me. I want you. All of you, i-in me, soon. Please. Tell me you will. T-tell me you'll..."

Before she could even finish begging though Ikenna wrapped his lips around her swollen clit, pushing back her fleshy hood with a flick of his tongue's tip, and began to suckle once more. Her legs kicked out. She screamed a volatile, frantic scream of ecstasy, and as her hot juices sprayed out over her son's happily growling muzzle Jen could only dream, only hope that soon enough Ikenna would cease wishing to make her cum from the outside, and long as intensely as she longed for it to make his mother cum from within.

***********

When Tafari arrived home, practically leaping out of the cab he'd gotten from the airport and vastly over-tipping the driver purely to avoid having to wait around for change, he couldn't rush to the front door fast enough. Couldn't unlock it fast enough, his fingers trembling as he growled and felt his cock swelling inside his crisp black suit trousers.

The older male burst through the front door with a grunt, and even as he tossed his travel case down beside the pile of his wife and son's clothes already jumbled together beneath a pile of fallen coats, his ears were perking at the sounds emanating from the living room. Mere seconds later he burst in, already half way through unbuttoning his shirt, suit jacket lying behind him upon the hallway floor. His eyes widened in delight, and as he continued to strip off the lion strode towards the couch upon which he could see one trembling leg and set of twitching toes protruding almost vertically upward.

"Happy birthday, so-..."

Sticking his head over the back of the couch with a deep growl, Tafari expected to find his wife flat on her back with Ikenna either fucking her or eating her out, perhaps the two of them locked in a hungry sixty-nine. Instead he found only his wife, grunting and gasping with one leg slung down over the side of the couch, the other raised up high into the air against its back and her hands cupping but not actively fondling her dripping pussy. She was writhing where she lay, eyes half-open but almost entirely unseeing, and she gave a gasp of shock as he appeared suddenly, clearly having been so lost in her pleasure that she hadn't even heard his arrival.

"Tafari. O-oohh... my love. Please... y-you.. you have to... let Ike know you're here. He'll be so happy. S-so glad to... aaah... to see you. To feel that you're with us."

Ikenna's father grinned as he stared down at his wife, at her writhing, shuddering body and uncontrollably moaning muzzle. He said nothing, but stepped around the couch and seated himself, still partially clothed, beside her naked form. His hands reached out, and though they had only been cupping rather than actively stimulating her pussy, Jen wailed as the buff male lion dragged her paws away from her crotch. She blushed, squirming and gasping, as he peered down at her nether regions. Watching them twitch, convulse, watching her react as though she was being fucked or otherwise stimulated by some intensely powerful toy, but with no sign of any such device or its controls protruding from her pussy.

"I'm sorry I missed so much of our morning with him. But, I'm here now. For my son. For both of you."

Tafari leaned forward to kiss his wife, and as one of his hands began to fondle her breasts gently, teasing one firm nipple between two fingers and his thumb, his other hand remained lower, falling over her pussy.

"Before I celebrate Ikenna's birthday though... I want to say hello to the woman I love. To my wife. To let you know that I missed you. Ike's birthday or not... I'm just as glad, just as happy to be back with you both. You know that, right?"

His thumb pressed firmly against Jen's clit as the rest of his digits remained stroking through the soft fluff upon her pubic mound. His muzzle never ventured away from her own, kissing or simply growling, purring mere inches away. The lioness nodded with a desperate mewling cry as she felt her clitoris being caressed once more, parting her thighs and thrusting her hips up against Tafari's expert touch.

"Hello, my beloved."

He kissed her again as he greeted her properly, Jen just whining and thrashing as his touches grew more firm, even slightly rough with their intensity against the hyper-sensitive flesh that had already driven her to more than one orgasm that day.

"I missed you so much, Jennifer. I wished I could hold you. Talk with you. Watch TV with you, and just be in your presence all the time I was away."

His thumb rocked rapidly back and forth over her clit, and as the female's cries grew more frantic and desperate, reaching that pre-orgasmic level of savage passion that he knew all too well, he removed his hand from her pussy. He rose to his feet, began to strip off the rest of his clothes, and watched as despite the absence of his touch Jen continued to writhe and shudder in obvious ecstasy.

"That's it, my boy..."

He growled under his breath as Jen's eyes bulged. As Ikenna, still present only in a very different sense than earlier that morning, stimulated and drove his mother wild from within. From where his shrunken down, micro-sized body was no doubt writhing inside her, rubbing his whole body, tiny, rigid cock included up against the irresistibly tempting flesh of her g-spot. The currently micro lion couldn't hear him of course, but his mother could. Tafari's wife could hear him urging his son on, and he could see how much it was getting to her alongside Ikenna's continued ministrations.

"You must be so hot in there. So horny. Maybe you've cum already. Maybe you've cum deep inside your mom. Inside my wife. Do you think he has, Jen?"

Tafari was naked by now, his salt and pepper mane leading to a band of dark hair that ran down his chest and stomach, all the way to the short fur of his crotch. His cock, larger and darker in tone than Ikenna's own, was rock hard and ready, but he took it into his hand rather than moving it towards his wife's flailing, twitching form. He watched as one of his lover's hands reached out, fingers straining as though seeking to grasp at his cock, though missing by a long way in her mindless pleasure. He grinned as she moaned, gurgled and nodded back at him, and kept on teasing as he watched her growing ever closer to an obviously mind-bending orgasm in the making.

"Maybe I should say hi, hmmm, Jen? What do you think? I could stick my tongue inside you... maybe see if I can find him that way? Or my fingers. Would he know they were mine, rather than yours I wonder?"

He grinned as Jen wailed at the mere thought, but kept on going as she flew closer and closer to the heavens in her helpless lust, pleasured from within by Ikenna's shrunken but no less potent and sexually gifted body.

"Or perhaps I should just fuck you. Would you like that? If our son felt my cock sliding in to join him, and we made you cum together?"

Jen shrieked, practically sobbing as she lost any remaining self restraint, beginning to nod wildly as her hands and feet rose up, flailing and reaching out hungrily towards Tafari's powerful and utterly naked, painfully erect form.

"Yes! Yes! D-do it. Fuck me. S-show Ike that you're here. Make me cum. B-both of you... please... m-mmhh... make me..."

Her voice trailed off in a giddy wail as Tafari grabbed her by one kicking, flailing ankle, dragging her around upon the couch so that her whole lower body was hanging off of it, but not letting it fall to the ground. Instead he grabbed her legs, both of them, and tugged them into place around his waist. She tightened them oh so willingly of her own accord, and he growled in appreciation as this left his hands free to grasp at her broad, curvaceous hips.

"I love you, Jennifer."

The older male growled to his wife as he pressed the tip of his cock to her already quivering, dripping wet pussy. He began to press inward, and as Jen started to shudder, to grunt and wail, to fight to hold off her orgasm for just a few more seconds so that more of Tafari's length could penetrate her before it struck, he felt something. Something against the tip of his member as it lay just a few inches in. A very small, but undeniably moving, living and velvety-padded footpaw. It touched him and recoiled for a moment in surprise, only to return. To explore the head of his member, and then to begin to wrap first that leg to which it was attached, then the other around its powerful, flexing girth.

Tafari roared happily, still a way off his own orgasm but not caring in the slightest as Jen felt his cock and the micro length of Ikenna's whole body meeting inside her. She screamed, roared in her own frantic joy, and for the fifth time that morning began to cum hard. Her walls clutched tightly around Tafari, squeezing Ikenna between his cock and her convulsing depths as the older lion felt his son squirming and moving to straddle more and more of his length as it pressed deeper to make itself available. Waves of Jen's liquid arousal poured out from between the two older lions' bodies, and as Tafari felt similar wetness flooding deep within her he growled happily at the thought of Ikenna being bathed in those rich fluids from head to toe. From the way his son felt like he was shuddering and squirming against the still full sized lion's cock of course, Ikenna might well have been enjoying it to the point of his own orgasmic frenzy. There was no way of knowing for sure though. At least, not while Jen was still cumming.

Only after the lioness was done, whimpering, fighting to catch her breath as she stared happily up at Tafari now lodged to the hilt inside her, did the elder male get a chance to properly greet his son. He began to pull out of Jennifer, much to the lioness' apparent dismay, but continued to do so as he felt the small figure of his shrunken son still clinging to his member. Sure enough he soon saw a pair of feet emerge wrapped around his length. Then legs. A torso. Arms. Shoulders. A head. All drenched of course, fur matted and clinging to a sodden body of little more than four inches total. Ikenna blinked in the sudden daylight, and grinned upward as he looked to his father, peering up over the head of the cock to which he was so intimately attached.

"H-hi, dad. Glad you got back from your flight okay."

He nuzzled against the tip of the other lion's cock, and as Tafari growled happily, a bead of pre-cum dripping from his tip, Ikenna lapped it hungrily away with his tiny but still eager tongue.

"Hey, Ike. Happy birthday."

Tafari beamed and murmured back down to his son, before turning his gaze upward slightly, to the still trembling, panting figure of his wife beyond Ikenna's micro form.

"Now, tell me, son... were you done in there? Or would you perhaps like some help to make your mother cum again, and perhaps me as well, this time around?"

Jennifer whimpered in desperation at the idea of yet another orgasm, and yet Tafari could feel her legs tightening around his waist, seeking to pull him forward, towards her with his bare, glistening and micro-enshrouded cock. Ikenna himself however just grinned, and called up to his father at the top of his lungs as he re-affirmed his gentle yet firm grip around the other man's rampant cock.

"Fuck her hard for me, dad. A-and... once you've both cum? Don't worry if I stay inside. Just... keep playing with her. Keep having fun, okay? You know that no matter what you guys do together... if I'm there feeling it too, it's the best present I could ask for."

Grinning from ear to ear, Tafari raised a playful eyebrow towards his wife.

"Hear that, Jen? Ike's birthday wish... it's for us to keep on fucking. To keep on fooling around together, with him inside us the whole time."

He pressed the tip of his cock, and thus the head of Ikenna's body, back to his wife's still dripping, quivering pussy. She wailed in delight, fatigued and yet intensely lustful at the same time, and from between their almost re-united loins, Ikenna called out one last time in as loud a voice as his tiny form could muster.

"I love you guys. B-both of you. Now... fuck for me. Cum for me."

Mere moments later he could speak no more, swallowed up and pinned once again between the hot, wet, trembling flesh of his mother's pussy and the rigid, throbbing, dripping length of his father's cock. But he could feel. And he did. For hours upon hours, as he was soaked and squeezed and left to tease and pleasure his parents in whatever ways his tiny form could, he felt his parents granting him the gift he so hungrily desired over and over and over again. All three of them trying desperately, albeit almost certainly in vain, to try and ensure they got their most shameless, unabashed and incestuous desires out of their system, at least enough to hold them over to their next family birthday.

By Jeeves

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