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Family Business I

(I've been writing plot-based stories for some time now. I figure it's time to try something a little different, so this series will basically just be sex, occasionally coupled with other forms of entertainment--hinthint, if your ego needs a boosting, put yourself in Sam's shoes.

I'm going to explore some of my favorite fetishes, but there should be something for everyone to enjoy. Just a warning, though, if incest is a turnoff for you, you may not want to continue. This story is set in the near future, and I've taken a good deal of creative license throughout--anyway, on with the story.

2019 Update: I took these offline a while ago. Now they are back, most likely to stay.)

Of the stereotypes that applied to Americans of Pakistani descent, few held true for Sam. He was neither a religious conservative, disposed to suicide bombing, an owner of a great deal of Kalashnikov assault rifles or wives (he only possessed two of the former, and none of the latter), nor particularly dark-furred. Standing at a cool 6'3", the slim yet muscled tiger sported cropped, auburn hair, green eyes with just a hint of Oriental heritage, and an 10" long, thick member coupled with a pair of very productive balls. Of course, you might not know that just by seeing him--unless, of course, you were a fan of his.

At first, they'd tried to keep a degree of anonymity. He'd mostly shot point-of-view style, but that didn't work for long. The actresses had to show their faces, after all, so, rather quickly, their identities became public knowledge. Not that that was a bad thing--a local, conservative-minded newspaper had written a scathing a piece about them, but rather than leading to public outcry, the article had thrust them into the spotlight. Fame had come overnight, and fortune quickly followed.

Sam was nineteen when he'd moved from a somewhat cramped Manhattan apartment to a sprawling, three story mansion in Malibu, California. The gated community had everything a young tiger could ever want or need; exercise rooms, beaches, weed, expensive cars and motorcycles, more steak than he could ever eat, and, of course, gorgeous, young, single females. They came from all over the country, and, in fact, all over the world, but--mostly--Sam only had eyes for two of them. They were his lifelong friends, his coworkers, his yiffbuddies, his actresses... they were his mother and older sister.

He was in his dimly-lit study, then, clad in a pair of loose cargo shirts, a polo, and backwards facing baseball cap, editing a recent shoot when the door opened.

"Ugh, Sam... what are you, part caveman? Let some light in..."

A moment later, the tiger was blinking, for a minute, as his pupils dilated, adjusting to the sunrays that suddenly spilled into the room as a long set of Venetian blinds were upraised. Turning his head just a few degrees, he offered the intruder a smile.

"Hello to you too, sis. What's up?"

"Nothing," the tigress huffed. Sam heard her approach him, then take one of the pawcrafted leatherbound chairs next to him, even as he kept at his work, almost completely occupied. "Mom's still working out, but I already finished my run and showered... I got bored, so I came here to chill with my favorite little bro."

Sam smiled as he felt a familiar pair of lips touch his plush cheek, and leaned back, for a minute, previewing his work. Lustful, orgasmic cries echoed through the room, for a moment, until the monitor paused, pixilated... then went black. An all-too-common electronic ding was heard.

"Another compile error?! Wha--I already tried--bah, fuck it. I probably forgot to do something really simple, you know how it is. I guess I'll take a break, and come back later, maybe after grabbing a snack... dammit. I really wanted to get this one out ahead of time."

"Oh, Sam, quit being so uptight. Relax..."

The tiger felt his tense shoulders being kneaded by two soft, carefully manicured paws, and had to sigh. He leaned back, so that his pine green orbs met his sister's brilliantly hazel eyes, and smiled, just a little.

"Alright, Sara... alright... mm..."

He purred in pleasure, quietly, as the tigress gently, slowly worked the tension of his muscles. He felt the top of his head brush his sister's very considerable bust, and grinned to himself.

"You know, I really am glad that Dad left. I mean, sure, things were tough right afterwards, but I never actually liked him. Third-world motherfucker, you know?"

"Too true, little bro," Sara agreed. Her paws drifted down to the tiger's pectorals, and she nodded in approval, eyebrows rising. He _had_been working out, and she looked forward to experience the additional power and vigor held within his body, soon. "If he didn't go, then we wouldn't be where we are today: living large, and being closer to each other than most families outside of West Virginia are."

Sam scoffed at the truth in that statement, reflecting. About a year and a half ago, when he was just turning eighteen and a senior in high school, his father--the only wage earner of the family--had suddenly left. A number of reasons had contributed to it, most predominantly the fact that he felt his wife and cubs were becoming "too American"... and the fact that his second wife, back "home" in Pakistan was pregnant with a cub certain to be as third-world and strict as its father.

Why such a man had left Pakistan only to bring the worst of its societal constraints to another country, Sam couldn't fathom, but he found that he didn't much care. His father was free to live as he would, and, even when he'd comforted his mother and sister, that cold, wintery December night, he couldn't help but thinking to himself that it was just good riddance.

Quickly accumulating bills and a lack of college education had pushed the family to extremes quite quickly. Sara dropped out of school and took up a job at a local falafel stand, and their mother had searched for a job, for a time, without any success whatsoever.

It was then that the family needed to decide how to capitalize on the few assets it had left, and the pickings were slim. There were only a few dollars from Sara's job, a few more from selling some of the less necessary tidings of the apartment, and... a video camera, gifted to Sam just months ago.

One thing led to another and soon, feeling the utmost regret and shame in doing so, the siblings had lost their virginities to one another. Angle had switched between point-of-view and limited third-person, when their mother took the camera, and, just hours after taking it, they'd sold copies of the video off the internet, taking advantage of Sam's somewhat nerdy skills.

No one had admitted anything to one another that night; they'd all slept in separate beds. But each of them, even Sam's mother, had enjoyed the taboo love--and greatly.

Over the next few weeks, things gradually began to look up. Their videos were still quite underground, so, on the surface, the family was as normal as any. They started to buy clothes not off the clearance rack again, and it even seemed that some college might again be an option for the siblings.

Then, of course, they'd been "discovered" by the press and media. Fast-forward a few months and already the family had millions in the bank, as well as millions more invested.

"Whatcha thinking about, little bro?"

"Quit calling me little... and nothing much. Just about how fucking awesome it is to get laid by you and Mom for lots and lots of money."

Sara snerked and rolled her eyes, petting her brother's hair, tossing his cap onto his desk.

"You know, you're not the only one we fuck. I mean, we do lesbian scenes sometimes... uhm, we have done--oh yeah, we have another bukkake scene scheduled for next week... and, yeah, we do sometimes fuck other guys."

"Yeah, well, sometimes, I fuck other girls. How you like dat?" Sam asked, a slice of his rarely-heard New York accent showing itself.

"I don't care. Fuck all the girls you want," Sara said, looking over her claws.

"You know, it's damn annoying that you females don't get possessive like me. Can I help it that I'm a guy?" Sam asked dramatically, pouting, even as his sister giggled. "Can I help it that I want my pussy to be my pussy?"

"Haha, oh, Sam," Sara laughed, leaning down to touch her lips to her loving little brother's, "you're such a knucklehead. ...C'mon, take a break from this editing garbage. I'm feeling submissive."

"Do you ever not?" Sam said, getting up rather eagerly; he was a young, virile male, ready for sex at any time of the day or night.

"Point, little bro," Sara said, looking up... far up.

"Quit calling me little," the tiger repeated, towering over his sister, before taking her paw, following her out into the hallway.

Indeed, the tigress was a rather small feline, standing at only a hair over 5' flat. She was attractive, though; slim and well rounded in all the right places, with a pretty face to boot. And though airconditioning was on in the house 24/7, keeping it at a somewhat chilly 65°, she was dressed, as always, in a thong bikini--this one was the palest of blues in color, a hue that contrasted nicely with her richly orange fur.

Sara was more Oriental in appearance than either her brother or mother. Apart from her height... or, well, lack thereof, her eyes were noticeably more "Asian" than those of most ethnic Pakistanis. This had led to some teasing in school, but also served to give her a strikingly exotic feel--soon, Sam planned to shoot a movie with her, casting her as a Japanese prostitute or something.

They were passing the living room, now. A semicircle of beige couches offered seating to a dozen or more, giving a marvelous view of either the nearby shoreline, mountain range, or 70" 1080p plasmascreen. The home theater, which sported two minifridges and a powerful 8.1 surround sound system, was perfect for watching everything from The Lion King to hardcore porn--family viewing... at least, for this family.

"So, uh, which room we headed to, sis?" Sam asked.

Sara paused, giving him a chance to wrap his arms around her belly from the back, grinding his hips against hers. She felt a familiar, rigid bulge snuggle itself between her rumpcheeks, and sighed in pleasure, leaning her head back against her little brother's strong chest--this was the life: money, free time, and as much of her brother's sexy cock as she could handle.

"Mine, this time. Let's make it a live show," she said, placing her paws on top of Sam's. She moaned softly, putty in his mittens already, feeling him rub his way up her belly towards her breasts--she arched against him at that, letting off every feline indication of pleasure. "Ooh... slow down, there, tiger... let's get it all on film..."

"Right, Sara," Sam said, pleased with his ability to work a female's body so readily. Sexuality was something that had come naturally to him; as far back as he could remember, he'd pawed at least six times a day. He was very glad to be able to find his release in his mother or sister (or other females) as much as he wanted, these days... or one of his arms would end up significantly more muscular than the other.

For her part, Sara was nothing if not erotic. From the age of as young as twelve or thirteen, she could remember catching the eye of most if not all straight or bisexual males she crossed. It wasn't just her exotic racial characteristics or her clean, distinctive scent, or her curvy physique, or her fur--it was her apparent innocence, shyness, grace, and her soft, seductive voice.

To be fair, the siblings had rather noticed each another before that fateful day, but they'd always denied these feelings, brushing them off as overactive hormones. Neither realized that they were madly in love with each another, in a fashion. This family was one that shared all kinds of love--there was, of course, the normal, familial love, and the sadly less than common love of friends. But there was also camaraderie and motherly love and brotherly love and sisterly love... and, of course, plenty of sexual love as well.

They padded up the stairs, arm in arm, towards Sara's somewhat small yet luxurious room. The tigress said that too much space irritated her, and such quarters made her feel like a girl next door when she gave live shows, or they did shoots there.

The female opened the door, gently "shoving" Sam through; the tiger was more than big and powerful enough to resist her, if he wanted. He looked around, for a moment, rolling his eyes a bit at the stuffed animals and sea of comforters on his sister's bed, before taking a few steps and lowering the blinds.

"Ugh, Sam, I told you, I'm not part caveman," Sara groaned, even as she switched on the several cameras mounted throughout her room to capture every possible angle of their lovemaking. "Why do you like the dark so much, anyway?"

"Because," the tiger said, turning, helping his sister finish the necessary preparations before fixing a suave, seductive gaze on her. "It brings out my eyes."

"Mm, you're right..." Sara purred, almost entranced by her brother despite the amount of time they spent together. "Heheh, what are you, Sam, part feral?"

Indeed, the tiger's eyes were somewhat reflective in the dark, a trait mostly lost somewhere along the evolutionary line after ferals and anthros broke apart. They weren't shiny or overpowering... but they were attractive, Sara thought to herself. Very attractive.

"So, sis, what did you have in mind when you evicted your poor, busy little brother out of his cave?" the tiger asked--everything was ready. He reached down, kneading the obvious bulge in his pants, for a moment. Yes, everything was ready, indeed.

"Nothing too special," Sara replied, before going to sit on her bed in a naturally erotic position. She gave her silky black hair a toss, before paw-combing it, and cracking her neck. "Just... when we start to record, walk over here, gimme a kiss, and I'll suck you off."

"Rock on, sis, I love your blowjobs," Sam said happily. "They're almost as good as Mom's."

"Hey, now..." the tigress said sadly.

"Haha, just fuckin' with you. Your blowjobs are the best. Now--" the tiger said, straightening himself up, fixing his own hair, "even though we just announced this a minute ago, there are... damn. We get more popular all the time... yeah, this is a surprisingly big audience, sis. You ready?" Sam asked, turning to wink at his sister over her shoulder.

"Mhmm," the tigress said confidently, taking a few deep breaths, closing her eyes, before opening them and purring audibly, seductively. "Go ahead, Sam... I'm ready."

He nodded seriously, and tapped a single key, before getting out of the way, standing just inside the room. He counted down using his fingers: four, three, two, one... and they were live. A red signal light came on above his sister's monitor, and wouldn't turn off until they were finished. Which, knowing the siblings, could take quite some time.

"Hey, guys and gals, welcome to this special live show of Family Business," Sara said, smiling at one camera, before turning, facing another. "I was feeling a little, you know, submissive, so I decided to give you, and my sweet little bro, a little loving." A quiet giggle followed, before she gave Sam the slightest of winks--his cue to enter.

The tiger's rather tall form blocked the view of one camera entirely, for a moment, before he was in front of his sister, knees against the side of the bed. Introduction time was over--now, it was time to deliver.

Sam rested his paws against his sister's arms, for a moment, stroking her slightly. The tigress smiled, blushingly, before leaning in and parting her lips just so--Sam was going to kiss her, before she whispered, quietly, in the gentle, begging tone that had earned her and her family fame and money across the world.

"Mmmyeah, Sam... get ready to make me feel like the... slut," she purred, "I am..."

Self-humiliation was something that Sara enjoyed from time to time, but she didn't take it seriously--Sam made sure of that, by covering her with praise and kisses after the show was done. So, the tiger merely murmured, just loud enough for the cameras to hear, "Then get ready to have your little mouth stuffed, sis... with my cock..."

"Ooh, yeah," the tigress moaned, before being cut off by a paw suddenly against the side of her neck.

"But not yet..."

Sara groaned in disappointment before the sudden feeling of her brother's lips against hers stopped her. Slightly taken aback, she made a quiet "mmf!" of surprise, before smiling as she returned Sam's enthusiastic kiss. The tigress pressed her form and lips against her, gyrating against him softly, almost like she was struggling for breath--Sam, however, knew just how to give his sister air when it wouldn't be noticed by even their most devoted fans.

Within moments, not only the siblings' lips, but their tongues, as well, were pulsating against one another. Sara was still clothed and would likely remain so for the duration of the show--though, to be fair, her bikini gave viewers plenty of chances to eye her 36D breasts, or her cute, striped little rump.

They'd been making out like professionals--which, in fact, they were--for a full minute now. On their own time, Sam and Sara and their mother were known to kiss for much, _much_longer than that, but, for now, it was time to move on. The decision was made jointly, nonverbally, perhaps communicated by a certain tongue pulsation, or perhaps by a deeper connection--the siblings didn't know, exactly, but what they did know was that at the exact same time, they both drew back, purring, tongues and maws still linked by a long, trailing strand of saliva.

The look they shared wasn't merely lustful or affection, even as they rubbed each another all over--Sam's paws were on his sister's breasts, Sara's were in his ruff--they were making plans on the fly, deciding how and where Sara should start to do her thing.

"Oh, Sam..." the tigress purred, "I love kissing my sweet, sexy little brother... but God, I want your cock in my mouth right now Sam, dammit," she moaned, grinding against him needingly, giving him a pleading look she knew one of the room's many cameras would capture. "I want to suck that big, fat dick of yours, right now..."

"You are a little slut," Sam said, slowly sliding away from his sister, moving to stand at the edge of the bed again. "That's right... you're nothing but a little slut, sis... get down and say it, or--"

"Oh, yes, Sam, I'm a little slut--I'm your little slut, Sam. I'll say anything to get your cock in my," she paused, sucking on her own finger, "mouth..."

Now, the siblings fell silent; the time for words was over. Sam pulled off his shirt mostly due to his ego; the family's many female fans seemed to greatly appreciate the tiger's recently increased workout regimen. The tiger placed his paws on his hips, giving a curt, subtle nod to his sister--he loved watching her undress him, and the tigress was only too happy to comply.

Sam's shorts were quick to fall, but here, Sara decided to show off her real prowess. She could have had him out in a second, of course, but she decided to give their audience a little extra bang for their buck, and her brother a little tease.

The lack of a gut meant that Sam could watch as his sister leaned in, meeting his eyes, kissing the very tip of the blatant bulge in his undergarment. She made a surprised moan to herself, and the tiger couldn't help but wonder if, after all this time, she still found his size intoxicating, or if it was all just show. He'd probably never ask--just in case.

Sara rubbed the soft fur of her brother's thighs and hips with her even softer paws, even as she submissively cheekrubbed and nuzzled his concealed member. Sam allowed himself a satisfied smile, grinding himself forward, just a little--he wasn't overly dominant, or so he thought, but he loved the way his sister submitted to his cock so willingly.

"Mm, Sam, I can't get over how big you are," the tigress smiled, taking the head of his member into her paw, caressing it, gently, through his boxers. "You're a beast, little bro. I love the way you fill me up."

Sam had heard the compliment before, from both his sister and his mother, and, in fact, several other females. But it still made him blush, just a little, under his fur. He ran a paw through Sara's hair, encouragingly, and then left it atop her head--it was time to get things started.

The tigress got the message and smiled to herself, kissing at the side of Sam's head, for a moment. She looked at the bulge thoughtfully, for a moment, wondering what she'd ever done to deserve a cock so big, as she skillfully eased her fingers under the sides of her brother's waistband.

Sam's boxers were halfway down when Sara stopped, for the moment. His member was partially visible, its rigid length pressed down still in a not-so-comfortable manner. The tiger signaled this with a slight grimace, giving Sara a pleading look--this hurt...

She kissed the base of his member, though, before winking at him in a playful, older sisterly manner--then, she finished undressing him. Sam's member flopped free, gently smacking into Sara's face, twice, but neither he nor she moved to stop it.

The tiger placed both of his paws on his hips, again; he wanted to watch whatever was coming next completely. He could see her thinking, even as she took his member into her paw--barely--she was deciding just how submissive she was feeling...

Sara decided to delay, for a moment, and build up the anticipation that both her brother and their audience felt with a little more dirty talking. Stroking him like this wouldn't make him cum anytime soon, she knew; her brother could last for at _least_fifteen minutes of hard-'n'-fast sex. This was the perfect opportunity to _really_turn him on.

"Mmm... ooh, Sam, I can't wait to get this big cock of yours into my mouth. I wanna suck on it soo bad... but what if we get caught, little bro? What will Mom say?" she giggled, kissing the barbed tip of his member. Sam rolled his eyes--if their mother walked in on them, just then, she'd either give them a thumbs up and leave, or stay to watch... or, well, get involved.

"This is taboo, little bro..." the tigress whispered, looking up at him guiltily, moving a paw down, between her breasts, across her belly, between her legs, rubbing at her nether regions, for a moment, favoring Sam with a low, lustful moan. "But... it's also our family business..."

It was somewhat of a cheesy line, but Sara couldn't do much better on the spot--and it was all right. Sam didn't expect that many of their viewers cared much about how clichéd their dialogue was. The tigress grinned up at him, winking, again--dirty talking was over. From here on out, however long that would take, she'd be doing nothing but sucking on him.

But not necessarily just his cock.

Sara's paw gently caressed her little brother's balls, with difficulty; they barely fit, and that was unsurprising. One time, she'd kept track, and was astounded and somewhat shocked to find out that her brother was able to cum at least a whopping pint a day without discomfort--thank God for birth control, or she'd be with her fourth or fifth litter of cubs already.

She kissed and suckled on the pinkish head of her brother's member, smiling to herself, eyes closed. Already, her maw was stuffed; she was only lapping at him with the base of her tongue. Her other paw slowly, gently stroked on his girth, scarcely able to hold all of it--it was only with the use of a family secret that she was able to really get him down. But, for now, that wasn't Sara's plan.

Drawing away, she kissed the wet head of Sam's fat cock several times, purring at it. After running her tongue across its underside, for a second, she turned over, and the tiger knew what was coming next.

He stepped forward, just a little, and before he could do anything else, he felt something that startlingly few males ever did--he felt the gentle, submissive laps of a female's tongue on his balls. His sister's head was between his legs, but after so much time together, neither found this position demeaning--Sara liked it, and Sam damn sure liked it, and, just as importantly, the audience liked it.

Now, the tigress was pumping at his member with both of her paws. At times, she'd switch things up and rub at his glans with her palm, but, for the most part, she devoted her attention to keeping him hard. Sam couldn't let his sister lick his balls like that without responding in any way--at least, not unless she told him beforehand--so, reaching down, he placed his paws on the tigress's great breasts, rubbing them, slowly, squeezing them gently.

She certainly responded to that, though not with a moan of pleasure. Sam couldn't stop himself from moaning, very quietly, as he felt his own sister's maw enclose his balls--the feeling was so warm, so wet, so tender, so loving, so submissive that lust was the only thing on the tiger's mind, lust and love for the female willing to do this for him.

His paws slid their way under the female's skimpy bikini, rubbing her breasts directly. Though it was nothing in comparison to the pleasure she was giving him, it was enough to make her roll her chest upwards, suggestively, encouraging him to stay the course, but not to get too enthusiastic--after all, this was just a blowjob scene. Too much on just a live show would devalue the family's performances.

So, feeling just a little guilty, Sam stood still, concentrating on the heavenly feeling in his loins. He would have assumed that with time and experience, his appreciation of his sister's or mother's ballsucking would decrease, but that was totally off the mark. If anything, the opposite was true, because the tiger was grinding his hips downwards, now.

Sara enjoyed the taste and feel of a male's sac in her mouth anyway, but her brother's moans and slight spasms of pleasure made her smile to herself. Tugging very gently, as her teeth were quite functional, she let one of his balls out of her maw with a wet_pop_ before slurping hard, sucking it back in. She stroked Sam's cockhead with her fingers, now, feeling a bit curious, and purred once, vibrating his balls, when she felt him grind against her paw.

Most females would have a hard time breathing by now, but Sara was talented--not only could she hold her breath for a very, very long time, she was able to suck air out of the environment with her nose, even when her throat was completely stuffed. And now, with only Sam's large testicles in her maw, she had no problem breathing normally.

She slowly pushed her own brother's balls out of her mouth with her tongue, after a moment, but just for a second--she turned over, resting on her belly, again, so that Sam was rubbing her back, not her breasts. Her paws traveled to his toned rump, rubbing and squeezing it, as she kissed at his balls from the front, leaving him purring and moaning in happiness.

"Heehee... how do you like that, 'little' bro?" Sara smiled, moving her head to the side to meet his eyes, one paw on his cock and the other on his balls. "Do you like it when I suck on your juicy, sexy balls?"

"You know it, Sara..." the tiger replied breathlessly. "I love it when you stuff your slutty little maw with my sac..."

"Mmm," she purred at the praise, kissing his hip, his groin, tenderly. "Then you're gonna love this..."

He was expecting to be sucked off immediately, just then, but Sara surprised him--she was really spoiling him today, and, as she'd said, she certainly seemed to be in an extra-submissive mood. Resting her chin on the back of her paw, using her elbow for support, she held her brother's member by the base, then, gently, eyes closed, began to tap her own face and head with its underside.

Sam sighed quietly through his nose. It felt great when his sister cockslapped herself with his fat rod, but he wanted to have a go--if not now, then later, perhaps during the family's daily threesome, a recently-created but widely appreciated tradition. For now, though, the tiger ran a paw through Sara's hair gently, encouragingly--he really was loving this.

She nuzzled back against him, then opened her eyes, looking up at the big, strong male that was her brother. Moaning, quietly, the tigress whapped his member against her harder, sticking out her tongue so that the act wasn't uncomfortable, for him. Within moments, Sara's face was covered with her brother's thick, sweet precum, and some of her own saliva, but she didn't mind. Using her paws, the tigress cleaned herself, somewhat, before licking the mixed fluid from her fingers.

"You are a submissive little slut," Sam purred, stroking his own member, now, letting his sister continue to caress his balls. "I don't know too many females that like to cockslap themselves..."

"Only for you, little bro," the tigress replied, "only for you. ...Now... are you ready to... feed... your sister... with your hot, thick cum? I'm so hungry, Sam... I want you to feed me..." she moaned, rubbing her belly for effect.

"Mmm... all right, sis. Only because I love you..."

"Oh, thanks, little bro... mmm..." she purred, crawling forward on her bed, just a little, so that his member nudged her face.

After stroking the girthy male for a moment, Sara spent a few seconds kissing and suckling on his head. The early parts of giving head were among her favorites--she loved making out with her brother's fat cock, so to speak. She loved how submissive it made her feel, she loved how confident it made him feel, and she loved the taste, the texture... everything about Sam's great cock was perfect for her. But just kissing and sucking on the tip of his member wouldn't satisfy her brother for long, and she knew it.

So, the tigress sat up, a little, lips wrapped around Sam's member still. She paused, for a second, dropping her jaw, then smiled, giving her brother a wink. With her paws on his furry rump, she pulled him in before he could react, so that Sam stumbled, hilting himself in his own sister's maw.

Sara was prepared for it, of course, and, eyes closed, mashed her nose against the tiger's lower groin. He moaned at that, looking down, and couldn't help but purr--his sister looked so meek with her mouth full of his thick, long cock, her lips kissing his groin. She didn't squirm or gag at all, and she never had, he reflected, even when she'd deepthroated him for the first time. The tigress went so far as to purr rhythmically, vibrating her brother's member just right--in response, Sam purred himself, grinding forward, applying _just_a little bit of pressure to the back of his sister's head.

It was of little use, though, her nose was buried in his fur and didn't look like it was going anytime soon. How this pleasured her was a mystery to Sam, but he certainly wasn't complaining--there was nothing like being deepthroated by his sister like this. Nothing.

But it wasn't going to make him cum, and the siblings had already been going at it for a few minutes--they needed to finish things rather soon.

Sam and his sister shared a glance; they knew how things were going to come to a close. The tigress obediently sat still, allowing her brother to reposition himself--his member did pull out of her maw, a little, and, rather teasingly, Sara sucked on it hard, as if sad to see it go so soon. She felt her brother's free paw travel to the top of her head, taking a few curls of hair with it, and prepared to be skullfucked.

Such an act was neither comfortable nor pleasurable (nor possible) for most females, but, again, Sara was the exception to the rule. She loved it when her brother ravaged her throat, she loved it when she felt his big, full balls smack against her chin. Knowing she wouldn't have to wait long before he shot his load right down her throat, the tigress opened her maw a little wider, so that Sam wouldn't cut himself on her sharp teeth.

What happened next, of course, was obvious.

Sara's maw was often more pleasing to Sam than either her or their mother's various other orifices. It was softer, warmer, wetter, and making love to it often gave the tiger's ego a hardly-needed boost. He loved the innocent, cute expression his sister made while he took her maw, feeling his lips suck on his cock desperately, and knew that she was, by nature, submissive. A win-win situation, if there ever was one.

He was already thrusting rather hard, though not very rapidly, by the time he was ready to cum. Of course, Sam could stave off either ejaculation or climax more or less indefinitely, but things had to be wrapped up, and soon. Perhaps just a little dirty talking, though, would be appreciate by both the audience, and the tigress who was still dutifully massaging his cock with her lips and tongue.

"Sis, you get on your knees so quickly for me... it's just like I said before. You're a submissive little slut--my submissive little slut.... Right?"

Of course, it was a bit hard for Sara to reply verbally. So she gave her brother a thumb up, purring, holding herself to him and gulping, giving his member a swallowing sensation, almost like she wanted to eat it. Like she was hungry...

"Feeding time for the kitty..." Sam murmured. "Get ready, Sara... this is gonna be a big one..."

After thrusting in and out of her maw several more times, the tiger was moaning, twitching. He pulled away after deterring his sister's attempts to keep mashing her nose into his groin--he wanted to give the audience a view of this cumshot, because, as he'd said, it was going to be a big one.

Sara was only too glad to pulsate her tongue against his balls, even as Sam pawed at himself. She would have suckled on him, but knew that that would unnecessarily delay things and even cause her brother to "miss", so to speak, and she genuinely did want to drink what he was going to give her to drink. After all, his hot, thick, tiger-cum was rich in protein and vitamins, but low in fat and calories--a perfect snack for a figure-conscious female.

Purring, nuzzling his hip in submission, she looked up at her brother, searching his eyes--she'd acquired a sort of sixth sense, over the months, that told her precisely when he was going to cum, but not a second before. She'd have to move quickly...

And, in the end, she did. Sara pulled back, facing the ceiling without breaking eye contact with her brother, and opened her maw. Hearing the tiger moan, seeing his member and balls pulsate and quiver in front of her, and feeling him spasm against her paws, she was nonetheless surprised--she hadn't expected a finish quite this big.

Her maw was filled to the very brim, almost overflowing from the voluminous threads of seed that Sam had sprayed into it. Carefully, the tigress closed her mouth, making sure not to spill a drop--with difficulty, she managed it. Swallowing hard, she blinked, then swallowed again... and again... and then, a fourth time.

After that, she sat up, rather pleased with herself, opened her maw, and stuck out her tongue: not a drop of cum remained. Sam would have been pleased enough with that sight, but his sister decided to spoil him a little. Rocking herself forward and back, euphemistically, she kissed at his now oversensitive head, sucking on it in thanks.

"Thanks, little bro," the tigress said, giving Sam a significant look. "You tasted so good..."

For a moment, the siblings simply stood still. Then, as the red signal atop Sara's monitor turned off, they both collapsed onto the tigress's bed; the video had faded out, then the streaming transmission had ended. At various strategic locations around the room were switches that sent specific signals to the computer--Sam had tripped one, ending the live show.

"Mm, how did I do, little bro?" the tigress asked, tracing lazy circles into the male's chest with her finger. Cuddling against him, she noted, with pride, that his member hadn't gone completely flaccid yet--she was tempted to get him to take her, somehow, but the siblings did have other things to do with their day than sex.

"You were perfect, just like always, sis," Sam replied, wrapping an arm around the female. He tapped her cold, hard nose with a finger affectionately. "Now quit calling me little."

"Never happen, little bro," Sara grinned, sitting up and stretching, luxuriously, licking around her mouth before swallowing, drinking down any residual cum that she--and hopefully the camera--had missed. "If you get to be taller than me, I get to call you little... not forever. Just 'til I'm dead."

"Fair enough," Sam said, before giving the female a cheeky look. "But then, I get to take you anytime--and anywhere, within reason--that I want."

"Oh, well, let me think about that," the tigress chuffed mockingly, rolling her eyes. "Um, yeah. Yeah, seems like a fair deal to me."

"Great."

For a moment, Sam just smiled at his older sister. Then, he sat up, and started to dress. By the time he was finished, Sara had gone over to her computer and was smiling at the hundreds and hundreds of comments that the webcast had already received.

"Five... four... five... eh, three... five... five... five... this could be one of our better videos, Sam," the tigress said. Her brother joined her; he had to lean over a lot more than she did in order to read the text flooding the site almost too quickly for the servers to handle.

"I'm not surprised," Sam said, nodding, smiling to himself. "I don't think you could have done better with the cameras off... think we could check, after our threesome with Mom, tonight?"

The tigress noted the position her brother had placed himself in. He wasn't next to her, he was over her--nudging the still stiff rod in his pants against her rump, he'd rested his thick chest against her back, his chin on her collarbone. One of his paws was at her hip, the other was using the mouse to check the flow of incoming visitors and members, which was increasing by the minute.

Sara rolled her eyes, a little--Sam was rather possessive of her, and their mother, but she didn't mind. She rather liked the way he was so protective of them, though, at times, it could get annoying--for instance, when she wanted a change of scene... or, rather, cock.

"Well... we'll see. But I wanna get some more sleep, I have a big history assignment due..."

It was too late, though. The second Sam had heard his sister's response--or, rather, a rather poorly interpreted section of it--he'd wooted, then lifted her off the ground to kiss her cheek.

"You rock, sis. I look forward to it--don't disappoint me, alright? Man, I gotta take some TigerMax or something, I want to enjoy this as much as I can..."

Sara had to smile at herself, even as she shook her head, watching her brother leave the room, ostensibly to get back to the never-ending task of editing the family's videos. She felt a little bad for the kid--he didn't seem to have many close friends, though she and their mother certainly did. Maybe Sam was overworked, or...

"Meh, who needs friends?" the tigress said to herself, shrugging as she pulled out her cellphone, sending a text message to her mother, who was, apparently, still working out. "When you have a family like this..."

Sam, in fact, hadn't gone to edit one of the family's nearly ubiquitous videos. He'd decided to take a break--head out, get some fresh air, maybe grab some--wait, what meal was normally served around now? Sam checked his watch; it was four, so... lunch? Maybe a sort of pre-dinner meal? ...Whatever. Life was good without the constraints of school or a set work schedule.

The tiger paused, for a moment, in the spacious, commercial-grade kitchen to toss a certain pair of keys to himself, and drink a swig of milk, straight from the carton. After taking the brief walk to the garage, he smirked to himself.

The family was only three strong, but they already owned six cars, and an additional four motorcycles. This certainly was a far cry from their former car--an '87 Camry. Now, all of their vehicles were decked out with leather, as well as performance and audio upgrades--dream rides, the lot of them. Even the car they used when attempting to drive under the radar, so to speak--a BMW X3--had more than its fair share of customizations.

Usually, Sam preferred the power and speed of a motorcycle to a car--he was, after all, a young male. Today, however, he was in the mood for a smoother, quieter drive, across a private, lonely road that led from Malibu's popular and exclusive beaches into its nearby mountain range. For that, he selected their Ferrari--it was an electric version of the famous F430 Spider, creatively named... the F430 Tarantula. Though not powered by any combustible fuel, the car was fast--the tiger had hit speeds of over 150mph on the winding mountain roads of his town. Apart from its obvious speed, though, it was a quiet vehicle--even running at full throttle, it was practically silent.

The perfect car for the mood Sam was in.

As always, it was sunny, but a pair of designer shades fixed that problem quickly. After putting on his seatbelt, Sam tapped a small button next to the lock--the garage door opened... too slowly. Before it was even halfway up, the tiger floored the car, sending it flying across the painted cement floor--

He'd timed it carefully, albeit recklessly. Sam had made it with only inches, if that, to spare. And if the tiger realized just how close he'd come to wrecking such an expensive care, he certainly didn't show it--he was smiling widely, slammed back in his seat by the sudden acceleration.

A minute and almost two miles later, Sam noticed that he hadn't brought his signature baseball cap--ah well. Running a paw through his reddish hair, he turned on the vehicle's formidable audio system. It kicked into life in an instant at a thankfully low volume, and the tiger arched an eyebrow.

"Intergalatic, by the Beastie Boys?... cool," he shrugged. After having sex with his mother or sister, Sam found that his tastes in music were... strange, to say the least. Within minutes, Sam was singing along as he skillfully wound his way through town towards a small guardhouse, set next to a barrier powerful enough to fucking stop a tank, the tiger guessed.

He didn't have to stop for long, it only took a moment for the armed wolf inside to catch his eye, and activate the hydraulic mechanism that lifted the barrier. Sam drummed his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, and then zoomed off again, again almost too early.

In some ways, Sam was aggressively competitive--while it was true that he rarely played formal sports or engaged in other contests, when he did, he strived for victory almost recklessly. Thus, it was fortunate that he was alone in the car, just then--he was trying to beat his personal record for the fantastically dangerous mountain circuit.

The first turn was difficult to take at ninety, the posted limit was... actually, Sam couldn't read it, it passed him by too quickly. A ballpark estimate suggested fifteen or twenty five or so, especially since both sides of the tight passage were flanked with famous Californian redwoods--nearly certain death, if struck at such speed.

The tiger drifted expertly, though, and the second he passed them, he really took off, putting pedal to metal.

Overall, the scenic drive was_supposed_ to take anywhere from two to four hours. Sam finished it in just under twenty.

"I really should get crash webbing or something," the tiger said, sighing to himself in frustration--he'd come close to his record of fifteen, but a deer, frozen on the road until he honked at it for a full thirty seconds had forced him to stop the car entirely, killing his speed. Sam had attempted to make up for lost time after that, but it was hopeless.

Still, though, the drive had been fun. Even now, he could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins--nothing compared to looking death in the face and making it blink, using such means, in the tiger's opinion.

Temporarily, Sam dropped his speed to a sluggish 85, and thought--he'd just gotten blown, and had just had his adrenal rush for the day. Later, he'd light up either alone or with friends... but for now, he was hungry.

Fast food wouldn't satisfy, he knew, and he didn't particularly want to run the risk of being recognized at a restaurant in nearby LA. The obvious solution, of course, was to hit his favorite eatery, a diner just off the highway, near Las Flores.

This, in fact, was one of the few times that Sam's South Asian roots showed. After two minutes of eastward travel, due to the presence of traffic, and, unfortunately, police choppers, he took the exit, made a turn into a small, unpaved dirt road, then parked the car.

Here it was, another one of the Malibu area's best-kept secrets--Aryana, a small but locally popular Indo-Afghan-Pakistani restaurant, famous for its lamb kabob, naan, and chicken tikka masala. Though the place wasn't widely known, it was furnished with every luxury one could expect in a more recognized eatery, due to its clientele: the richest of the rich. It was one of the few places that Sam could walk into, be recognized, and not be swarmed by requests for future videos, autographs, or "just a few minutes in the back with my girlfriend, please..."

For such privileges, the tiger was willing to pay top dollar.

And he would, for the authentic, somewhat rustic feel of the establishment. A no-shoes rule was enforced, and the tables were low rise, as guests sat on the plush Persian rugs that comprised the floor. The lighting was dim and reddish, due to the heavy, scented incense in the air, so that even those that saw Sam often did double-takes, taken aback by his strikingly bright eyes.

Sam didn't have to sit long before the restaurant's lone waiter walked to his table, offering him a slight smile and polite bow.

This human was shorter than Sam at 6'2" or so, built similarly. He wore cargo pants, dress shoes, a black shirt, and, unlike what he told police that sometimes stopped at his restaurant, the Kalashnikov on his back was very real, and very loaded. His eyes were blue and his neck-length, straight hair was auburn, the two phenotypes he shared with his Scottish-Irish mother--he was of mixed heritage.

"Salaamu aleikum, Samir. What have you and your dear sister and mother been up to, recently?"

The question wasn't euphemistic, the human was genuinely curious. So Samir answered without sarcasm or insult.

"Not much, A.J. Just the usual--shooting videos, working out, living it up and all--how about you, bro? What've you been doing?"

"I wish you'd call me by my real name--it's Amir, Goddammit, Amir," the human replied. The two males shared a grin, for a moment, before he continued. "The same as ever, as well. Now... what can I get for you?"

"I'm not too hungry... just... two lamb kabobs with yogurt sauce, naan, some rice... eh, might as well add some rosewater lassi... and... oh, yeah, better have some tea with that, too."

"Not so hungry," Amir muttered to himself. "Alright. It'll be ready in a few minutes--next time you come, bring your sister, at least, yes? It's been so long..."

"A.J., dude, she came here like four days ago."

"This is true," he observed, before shrugging, and stepping away. "Regardless, I look forward to seeing her again soon."

Sam just nodded, smiling to himself before taking a sip of the ice cold water, served in a crystal glass that Amir had left behind. It was beyond him why Amir insisted both on calling him by his given name, not the Americanized version of it, and generally took issue with being called by his own nickname in favor of "Amir"--still, though, the human was a good friend, a good cook, and great company, particularly when just a little stoned. The next time Sam smoked, he'd have to call the student over.

He didn't have to wait long at all before his food was served, steaming hot and freshly made, as always. Amir looked like he would have stayed behind to chat more, perhaps discussing plans for the weekend--which started... in a day or two, it was tough for Sam to keep track of such things, as they no longer affected him--but a wolf pack entered.

So, Sam was left alone to enjoy his pre-dinner meal without distraction, and that suited him. His mind was already on the future.

Feeling nicely full, a sensation that he knew wouldn't last long, Sam drove back home rather responsibly--which, for him, meant no weaving through traffic, and no going faster than 120. He sort of fudged things at the end by doing an inverse J turn, parking in the garage without slowing down easily--there was plenty of space.

Sam exited the Ferrari, closing the garage door with a deft flick of his finger. He wandered inside, considering getting back to his study, and finding out just what was causing him to hit compile errors over and over and over.

"Hmm, let's see," the tiger said to himself, putting the freshly-used keys back in the drawer allocated for them, "Sara's probably texting her friends or some shit... I worked out yesterday, eh, maybe I'll go for a jog after a while or something. I wonder what Mom's doing--no way, she's not still working out, is she?"

He took advantage of his powerful, predatory senses for a moment, listening closely. There was no noise coming from the lavish home gym, downstairs--but there was the familiar gush of flowing water coming from the master bathroom. Finally, it seemed, the tigress had finished her weekly workout--a harsh routine that kept her not only fit but muscular, especially for a female.

Sam's mind had only drifted to the thought of walking in on his wet, soapy mother in the shower for a moment before he felt a stirring in his pants, and decided that his late-afternoon had just been booked.

Jasmine, of course, wasn't as tall as her son. But standing at 5'11", she towered over almost all females, and, for that matter, many males as well. Her fur was dissimilar to both the deep, red-orange coat her daughter sported and the almost golden tabby markings of her son--rather, she was directly in between; her fur was perfectly balanced for a tigress.

Sitting, cozily, in a Jacuzzi, totally nude except for a white towel wrapped around her dark brown, wavy hair, she opened her eyes, for a moment, so that their medium brown pupils flickered across the room for a moment--she swore she'd heard something...

Then, she felt a familiar set of teeth just graze against the side of her neck.

She didn't jump, of course, but, rather, sighed, shutting her eyes again.

"I wish my only son would have better things to do with his time than sneak around, attempting to scare his poor, dear mother." After holding a serious look, for a moment, she grinned, opening an eye--Sam was undressing, stripping himself to the fur. A moment later, the tigress was no longer alone in the hot tub.

"So, what have you been doing today?" she asked regally, eyes lightly shut, again.

"Not much, Mom. Edited some videos for a while, threw a live show with Sara, went out for a drive... and here I am." The tiger dunked his head under the surface of the Jacuzzi, then, and rose, rubbing water from his eyes.

"Good, good," Jasmine said, making Sam smile at himself. "You ate properly today, yes? I do not want my only son to wither away into nothing."

"Aw, Mom, for crying out--yes, I ate properly, and even if I didn't, I'm not going to... wither away anytime soon. Just because I'm less buff than you doesn't mean I'm a shrimp, alright?"

"Oh, but it does, my poor, shrimpy son," the tigress said, humor dancing behind her eyes, even as she adopted a mournful, serious tone. "It saddens me very much to think that even at the age of nineteen, you cannot defeat your aging mother in a simple wrestling match."

"Is that so?" Sam said, grinning mischievously. He was sitting across from his mother, relaxed, one second--then standing, dancing on the balls of his feet the next. The tiger's member was hardening rapidly from its proximity to his mother's soaking, nude body, but, for the moment, he tried to ignore his sexual needs--he wanted to win this.

"It is very much so, Samir," the tigress replied in a tone that was still rather accented. She pulled the towel from her head, so that her still damp sea of hair danced down her shoulders, offering a dark background to her relatively light fur. She was still seated, so that, from her neck down, her form was invisible, but Sam, and his member, knew that that wouldn't last long.

"If that's what you think, Mom... let's go. I can take ya," he said, mrowling playfully. "C'mon, get up, Mom--wo-o-o-ow..."

Jasmine had complied, and suddenly. She'd stood in a single, fluid motion, baring her nude, dripping wet body to her son in its entirety. She didn't blush, but, instead, took pride in the young tiger's gaping maw, as well as how quickly his semi-erect member had shot up, totally rigid in a heartbeat.

A smile touched her lips before she launched herself forward, suddenly laughing.

Sam was too taken aback by the sudden sight of her mother's 40DDs, slim, toned belly, as well as the shaved triangle of hair at her crotch that marked out the location of her slit to react. He was pinned before he could realize it much less react... but, the tiger found, he didn't particularly mind. At first.

"Alright, alright--shit, ow ow ow ow! I give up, Mom, I give up--lemme go! Ow..." Gasping, Sam felt his left shoulder for a moment--his mother was as merciless and efficient as ever, and he'd have to train pretty hard to beat her someday.

"Admit it, son," the tigress said, sitting back down, leaving her hair uncovered, shutting her eyes again. "Say that you are a shrimp..."

Sam knew better than to disobey. So, with a sigh and embarrassed mrowl, the tiger faced down, and said, as quickly and quietly as possible, "AlrightIgetitI'mashrimp."

"And?" Jasmine prompted, apparently relaxed again, already, even as the male flushed under his fur, painfully sitting back down.

"And you beat me fair and square and everything... c'mon, Mom, you know you could probably take on one of those WWE divas, if you wanted--I'm not gonna be a match for you."

"True," the tigress said, sighing through her nose. Lazily, she opened an eye, smiled, a little, at her boy's somewhat mocked hurt expression, and beckoned him over. "Alright, Samir... come on over."

"Awesome," he smiled to himself.

Though he was nineteen, he couldn't recall ever going through any period in his life when he loved his mother less, or didn't want to be around her. Perhaps it was because she was still protective of him, despite his age and size, or perhaps it was because, throughout his life, Sam had always found her attractive...

Whatever it was, though, it made the tiger sit directly next to his mother, resting his head on her muscled, furred shoulder. Purring instantly as she wrapped an arm around him, he replied in kind, reaching down to place his paw on her hip.

"I love cuddling with you, Mom," Sam sighed after a moment, nuzzling the tigress's neck, lust forgotten, for the moment. "You're so..." he couldn't find the right word. Soft came to mind, as well as sexy, as well as other, less chaste terms.

"For being a teenager, you are very cute, son," the tigress smiled, planting an affectionate kiss on his forehead, stroking his upper arm. "I am happy that we can be so close, so easily..."

"Mmm," Sam purred in agreement, rubbing his mother's side. "Yeah... close..."

For a few minutes yet, their cuddling was tender, affectionate, nonsexual. Then, though, it was Jasmine that took things that forbidden step further, placing a paw on her son's groin--instantly, it found his hard, large cockhead. Although Sam was a young male, Jasmine was reaching the end of her fertile life--her sexual appetite was healthier than it ever had been before, and neither of her children particularly minded that.

"Ah, my son, you have an erection... perhaps, do you have... naughty," she whispered, nipping Sam's ear, "thoughts... related to your own mother?"

"Mhmm," the tiger replied shamelessly, kissing lightly at his mother's neck. "You don't have to say so much, Mom. We're not in a shoot right now..."

"That's alright," the tigress said, gently enclosing her paw around Sam's member. "I want to take care of my boy properly, no matter if the cameras are on or not."

Sam moaned to himself quietly as she spoiled him, stroking his fat cock with her paw while kissing his cheek, his ears, his neck, rubbing her paws through his wet fur in a manner that was as motherly as it was sexual. She purred just as loudly as he did, pleased with her ability to get him hard so effortlessly.

"Mm, Mom..." the tiger said after a moment of experiencing Jasmine's lascivious pawjob. "Do you think... I'm sort of in the mood for--"

"I know, my dear, loving son," she interrupted with a smile, putting a finger on his lips. "You have an oral fetish that I am only too glad to oblige... you will, however, have to sit on the edge of the tub, or I shall drown..."

"Oh, thanks, Mom... I love you," he mentioned, honestly, even as he stood, then sat down again on the lip of the Jacuzzi, dividing his legs, slowly, as his mother released his member. Pawing at himself to give Jasmine a moment to get into position as well, the tiger was unprepared for the sudden, albeit brief show she put on for him.

Rather that sliding directly between the tiger's legs, she sashayed to the center of the hot tub and stood on her knees, giving her son a good, long look. Licking her lips, knowing that she'd taste the massive, throbbing member in front of her soon enough, the tigress cupped her paws over her breasts in a mocked display of modesty, gyrating her body in a purposefully erotic manner, just for a moment.

Then, she got on her paws and knees and crawled towards his son, purposefully taking her time, keeping her eyes locked on his.

"Did you enjoy that, my perverted, shrimp of a son?"

"Hell yeah, Mom," the tiger said, grinding himself forward as he continued to rub at his member. "We need to shoot a stripping scene with you, soon..."

"If you think it's a good idea, Samir, we will," Jasmine smiled. "But, until then... I have something that needs to be... finished..."

The tigress's eyes had drifted from her boy's to his thick member on her final sentence. She couldn't help but blush under her mid-toned fur as she got on her knees, stroking her hair so that it flowed behind her back, scooting herself forward--she truly had created a monster those nineteen years ago.

Jasmine wrapped one paw around her boy's member again, then, after a moment, added the other as well. Gyrating her furred appendages out of sync with one another, she gave Sam a bizarre but enjoyable tugging, rubbing sensation--the tiger blinked, slowly, sighing, giving his mother a satisfied smile. He loved being jerked off like this.

After a moment of deliberation, stroking his rod a little faster, now, Jasmine decided to spoil her son, just a little. She wasn't naturally submissive like her daughter at all, so this went against her instincts, particularly because she was doing it for her own son. Still, if it would make him happy...

With a low, deep purr, the tigress licked the paw she'd just taken off Sam's member. "Mmm... delicious..." she murmured, causing her son to grind forwards, a little, before she leaned down, and gave his furry, savory sac a kiss. "Again... so delicious," Jasmine murmured, eyes on the tiger's as she nuzzled at his thighs.

Sam knew what it had taken for his mother to kiss his balls like that, and so, purred gratefully. After a moment of hesitating, he reached up and gently rested his paw atop her head--though she shot him a look, the tigress sighed a little, shrugging--from time to time, her son did deserve some spoiling.

Her style of giving blowjobs was rather different from Sara's--the older female couldn't deepthroat as readily, so though her daughter's blowjobs were slow and soft and sweet, hers were more vigorous, more raunchy, especially due to her habit of slobbering on her son's tasty cock.

Keeping one paw on the thick base of Sam's member, not bothering to even try to wrap it all the way around, she petted the back of his hip with her other appendage. Jasmine managed to hold eye contact with her son, giving him a seductive, naughty look, even as she ran her long, scratchy tongue across his fat cockhead several times.

The tiger purred at that, running his paw through his mother's wavy, long hair. He rubbed her shoulderblade, for a moment, before placing his appendage back atop her head, holding her hair out of the way--he wanted to get as good a view of this as possible.

The bathroom was made almost entirely of white marble--it had cost over $30,000 to build, but, in the family's opinion, every penny had been well spent. The lavish surroundings were perfect for an exotic, incestuous blowjob, for all parties involved.

Jasmine's breasts dipped in and out of the water and she thrust herself back and forth on her son's hard cock, quite eagerly. Mostly, her eyes were shut, but sometimes, she opened them to make sure her boy was enjoying himself--generally, though, she could tell without looking. She was, after all, Sam's mother, and by petting the tiger with her paw, from time to time, she could gauge his emotions and pleasure quite accurately.

The tigress's maw had a habit of filling up with both saliva and precum when she gave the blowjobs that made her famous, but Sam enjoyed it--the fluid acted as lubricant, encouraging his mother to bob up and down on his cock faster yet.

Eventually, though, the tigress's mouth was overfilled. She took the chance to choke down Sam's member to the base--she went just far enough to tap her hard, cold nose against his groin, and felt his member spasm in her maw.

Then, she drew back, slurping hard. Jasmine swallowed most of the mixed fluid in her maw as she continued to stroke her little boy's cock--then, suddenly, the tigress jumped forward aggressively, holding Sam still with one arm. The kiss she planted on his lips was deep; mother and son were wrestling tongues within a second. She nipped at his lower lip once, before leaning back, kissing his forehead affectionately, purring as she pressed his head into her soft fur in a motherly fashion.

Slowly, the tigress kissed her way back down Sam's lean yet strong body. She did notice that he'd been working out, but, as had just been demonstrated, she was still many, many times more powerful than he was. Jasmine purposefully nudged her breasts against the tiger's hard member, smiling up at him, before taking him into her maw again.

Again she began to rapidly bob her head up and down around his member. Sam was moaning softly to himself, grinding upwards, responding with great enthusiasm to his mother's wild blowjob. The tigress couldn't open her maw wide enough to take her son's massive member down more than a few inches with one thrust, but it was alright--by rubbing him with her paws and allowing her teeth to very lightly graze over his cock, now and then, she was bringing him to a climax quickly, too quickly--

Sam was panting by then, gasping. His member coursed, pulsating, begging for a release, but Jasmine held it in her paw tightly, for a moment, just long enough for the tiger to stop himself from cumming. Regardless, though, as she gave his cock a bit of breathing room, so to speak, a long strand of his thick, creamy seed spat forth, landing on the tigress's cheek.

"Tsk, tsk..." she murmured, giving her hair a toss before using her paw to wipe the cum off her face, before licking her fingers clean. "You must save yourself, my son... for just a few more seconds. Let me take care of you properly..."

"Mmngh... okay, Mom... but make it quick," Sam moaned, purring, almost begging. "I want to cum on, or in, you..."

"And you will, Samir," the tigress promised, kissing her boy's fluffy, thick cheek. "You will."

She looked down at his member, for a moment, pausing to give it a kiss of thanks for not climaxing just yet. Repositioning herself a little, she gave her son a little eye candy as she leaned back, baring her large, perfectly sculpted breasts to him--her nipples were erect, betraying her own arousal, and that made Sam smile to himself.

The tiger reached down to gently grab himself a pawful of Jasmine's chest, before his ears flattened as his paw was gently but firmly batted away--he'd get his chance to look at and feel the tigress as much as he wanted, later... but for now, Jasmine wanted him to be at the mercy of her every motion. So, after giving him a somewhat apologetic but promising smile, she gave her chest a shake, moving it forward, so that his fat member planted itself between her breasts.

Sam was easily big enough for his mother to slather his cock with her tongue, kissing and sucking on its head while she began to titfuck him. Juggling her breasts with her paws, rubbing them against the tiger's long, thick member, she purred at the ecstatic, pleasured expression on his face.

"Is this what you like, Samir?" Jasmine murmured in a low, seductive voice. "Do you like watching your own mother give you a titjob? Do you like watching your big member slide between my breasts?"

"Oh, yes, Mom," he moaned, as she wrapped both arms around her chest as if hugging herself, thrusting back and forth. "You know how to make me cum so fast..."

Indeed, though they'd only switched positions a moment ago, Sam was already close to a big climax, again. The sight and feeling of his mother's soft, loving titfuck would have finished off most males several times already, but the tiger knew how to last long.

Still, though, even he had his limits. Jasmine felt her son's member's barbs tug at her fur as they pulsated, coursing more and more rapidly. Lewdly, the tigress opened her mouth, meeting Sam's eyes as he came.

The tiger ejaculated two, three, four, then five times--each strand of cum was fuller, hotter, and creamier than the last. His cum was thick enough that Jasmine could slurp what few drops of it missed her maw in like she might do to a noodle, which she did. Pausing, placing a paw on her lips, even as she ground her breasts around Sam's cock in the afterglow of his climax, she swallowed hard, and managed to gulp down all of it, proving it by opening her mouth and giving the tiger a good, long look inside.

"Oh, shit, Mom..." he murmured after a moment, still twitching in pleasure. "That was hot..."

"Mm, thank you, Samir," the tigress said, looking down at her breasts, checking if he'd painted them with his cum as well--he hadn't, this time around. "I do enjoy spoiling my little boy from time to time."

"Do it as often as you want," Sam purred, stroking his mother's hair lovingly. "I can't get enough of you, you're so hot..."

Jasmine genuinely blushed, at that, and crept upwards, slowly, giving the tiger a kiss on the lips. She sat on his lap, for a moment, purring, feeling him slowly wrap his arms around her, cuddling her smaller but more powerful form. Sighing to herself, the tigress marveled, for a moment, at how sexy her boy made her feel, though even she had to admit, her young years were behind her.

But still.

"I think it is time," she whispered into Sam's ear, before kissing, licking, then nipping it, "for me to take my dear little kitten to bed..."

"Mmm... I look forward to it--what are you doing, Mom?" the tiger asked, curious. Jasmine had stood up, stepping out of the tub, toweling herself off, briefly--Sam was mostly dry, save for his shins and feet. He turned, hoping to sneak an early peek of his mother's smoking body, but the tigress returned, too quickly, and kissed the back of his head.

"Hold still, my dear. I have not carried you in this manner for fifteen years..."

Sam was taken rather by surprise when he felt his mother take the scruff of his neck into her teeth, and tug. Instantly, submission came over him and he went limp, mostly, dead weight in her grasp--still, the tiger managed to gasp, as he was slowly but surely lifted up, "Mom... I'm like a hundred and sixty pounds... you can't carry me like this..."

Of course, Jasmine couldn't answer. He was right, however; she had no chance of supporting his entire body weight, and doing so would be uncomfortable if not dangerous for him--there was, however, an alternative.

Once he was upraised enough, the tigress reached down, supporting his furry rump with her arms. The position was awkward, for a moment, but quickly, Sam felt himself purring in happiness--this position made him feel so protected, so loved, so precious, and Jasmine knew it. Quickly, the tigress began to purr back at her son, even as she started to walk, totally carrying him, into her bedroom.

White sheets, floor to ceiling windows, and a king-sized mahogany platform bed gave the stylish room a rather exotic feel, as if it was paradise, or something like it. Though the walk-in closet it was connected too offered enough room for even the most obsessive females to store all of their clothes, Jasmine preferred to dress simply--jeans, hoodies, bikinis, or nothing at all--that was her preferred apparel.

It was a relatively long walk from the door to the bed, but Jasmine didn't mind. Though she'd just worked out, her muscles were more than adequate to support the weight of her fully-grown son. Without difficulty, she gently set him down on the bed in a seated position, releasing his neck scruff from her jaws. She planted a kiss on his head as she stood before him, gyrating her hips for a moment.

"So, Sam... do you have any requests?" she asked, running her paws through his hair, his cheeks, smiling kindly down at him.

"Yeah..." the tiger said, rubbing his mother's sides for a moment, resting his mittens next to her breasts, before meeting her eyes again. "I want to see just how much you've been working out... before I take you, face down on the bed, ... up the ass..."

"Anal, eh... alright," Jasmine nodded, before smirking. "And as for your other wish... very well."

She stepped a few feet away, giving her boy a complete view of her slim, sexy body for the first time that day. After running her paws through her hair, she held it up and back, turning her face to the side, letting out a low, exotic moan--that was sure to harden him up quickly, as well as make him anticipate what would come next even more.

Jasmine's stripes were thin and raced up and down her frame, save for her stark-white underbelly somewhat like the thicker, wild tribal tattoos that formed her son's markings. Her fur wasn't as deep as her daughter's, let alone his, accentuating every curve she boasted--which were many.

Slowly, she shifted from one pose to another, turning, from time to time. She was understandably tired from her freshly-completed regimen, but, for him, flexed every one of her muscles, from her biceps, to her quads, to her buttocks, to her tail, to her abs--she wasn't nearly as buff as male bodybuilders, of course, that would be disgusting. Still, though, she was far more built than your average female, and certainly more than Sam, as well as most of his friends.

It was a bit odd that a male so fixated upon oral sex, particularly its more submissive variants, would enjoy the powerful build of a female workout nut. Still, though, there was a dangerous, graceful beauty about Jasmine's rocklike build--her motions were liquid, like a martial artist preparing an assault, or a sniper chambering a round into his rifle.

"Beautiful," Sam murred, as his mother finally finished showing herself off for him. "Mom, you're sooo sexy... I can't believe how fuckin' lucky I am."

"Language," she said, warningly, before smiling and laying belly down next to the tiger, resting the side of her face on the bed. She was bent over, supporting herself, partially, on the balls of her feet, as Sam reached over to rub her back, petting her, for just a moment.

"I am tired, Samir," the tigress sighed, closing her eyes delicately. "For now... you will have to do the work, my son. Enjoy yourself..." she purred, voice trailing off as she relaxed, preparing to enjoy whatever Sam planned to do to her tailhole.

"Don't have to tell me twice..."

The tiger was already nude, so, there wasn't much to be done to prepare to take his mother's ass. Regardless, Sam decided to tease himself and her, just a little--ignoring the slight objections he had with doing so, the tiger got down on his knees, behind her. He had to pause, then, drinking in the sight before him. Reaching up, he gently took his mother's waving, twitching tail, stroking it, for a moment, before placing his paws on her rump.

Kneading her gently, he felt at the layers of hard muscle beneath soft, feminine flesh and fur, and shook his head for a moment. Keeping fit was one thing, but being so jacked... eh, to be honest, it was a look that Jasmine pulled off, and well.

Sam kissed at his mother's sexy, striped rump, for a moment, then leaned in, and licked her tight tailhole, just once--that was enough lubricant to allow his fat, hard member entry.

This position was as feral as it was practical. As the tiger mounted his mother, rubbing his member between her rumpcheeks, for a moment, he was able to place his paws on her back, supporting himself, leaning over a little. Jasmine made neither motion nor noise, save for a very, very quite moan, as she felt her son's thick cock slide into her, and merely waited, a pleasured smile on her lips, for him to start thrusting.

Kissing her neck, for a moment, Sam leaned in, resting his cheek next to his mother's head. He wrapped his arms around her, over her breasts, in fact, pawing at one, his other appendage on her hip, as he ground his hips, a little, finding the perfect spot... there.

He didn't waste much time at all with the slow and gentle stuff--within minutes, Sam was mating his mother's ass hard and fast, albeit not very deeply. His thrusts were short and sharp, making mother and son moan with feral lust. Occasionally, Jasmine would clench her rump, tightening around her boy's almost too big member, making him precum, further lubricating and facilitating their lovemaking.

Though he wasn't being at all gentle, due to the fact that he knew his mother could take even the roughest love he could dish out, Sam lasted five minutes, then ten, with ease. Then, however, he began to moan and quiver in a way that Jasmine had come to recognize, after so long, as an unmistakable sign of an approaching climax.

"Mm, it's all right, Samir," the tigress purred, the first words she'd said since her son had mounted her. "Shoot your load into me whenever you want, I'll take it--fill my rump up, yes?"

"Oh, fuck, yes Mom," Sam moaned, balls bouncing against her sexy, toned rump. The tiger buried his face into her hair, nipping at her fur, for a moment, slamming against her a few final times, before he hit his climax.

Jasmine hummed in satisfaction as she felt her boy find his release in her ass. The jolt of hot, creamy tiger seed made her wriggle back against him, rubbing his paws with hers, for a moment, gasping, just a little, as he squeezed her with surprising prowess--perhaps he wasn't such a shrimp.

For a moment, things were still; both felines were busy enjoying the afterglow of Sam's climax. His member was softening, just a little, but was still buried in his mother's rump, and he didn't seem likely to rush to withdraw it; it felt fine where it was. Eventually, though, Jasmine spoke in a soft, seductive tone.

"That was really something, Samir. You should look into getting a job in adult entertainment."

She felt him laugh into her fur, briefly, before he rested her chin against her head so that he could speak.

"Maybe I will, Mom, instead of... what was it that you wanted me to be, back in the day, before...?"

"I do not remember," the tigress admitted, after a moment of deliberation. "I think... a software engineer, perhaps. You are as gifted with computers as you are with sex, after all."

"Aw, thanks, Mom--fuck..." he groaned, before suddenly standing up, dashing back to the bathroom to dress.

Most females would have been offended by the sudden departure, but not Jasmine--she'd been around her son his entire life, and knew that even if he had to leave her at such inopportune times, on occasion, he'd be back--he'd always be back.

"What's wrong?" she called, a little disinterestedly, still enjoying the feeling of her son's cum swimming its way up her rump.

"A video's due on the site in like two hours, and I keep hitting compile errors--even if I don't get another one, it'll take almost that long to produce it--shit! One and a half hours--sorry, Mom, gotta go!" Sam called.

Jasmine listened to the sound of the tiger scampering from her room into his study. Huffing, she relaxed, again, smiling to herself. Though their life was busy, unorthodox, and in the eyes of some, sinful, it was, in every other manner, absolutely perfect...

(Don't forget to vote and drop me a comment if you've read this far. I'm certainly willing to accept suggestions for the next chapter, including, but not limited to, events, characters, and other forms of debauchery Sam could indulge in. I don't have any set release date; I'm going to play it by ear and write based on how popular this story is--so, see you next chapter.)