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• Cynthia is a middle aged housewife, who's two sons have recently come of age... and developed downright supernatural libidos. So, Cynthia is here to offer relief. This is loosely connected to a previous prompt, A View from the Porch, where Cynthia first appeared, but don't worry, this works as a stand-alone just fine. A brief side note that this entry contains some extremely mild watersports, so I figured a disclaimer would be warranted. As always, Jeeves wrote this as a Pateron request day reward, and granted me permission to post it here. Remember to follow his SoFurry or FurAffinity accounts, and donate to his Patreon, if you can. Anyways, off we go.

For Their Relief, For Her Indulgence

A couple of months ago Cynthia had been a horny, divorced, middle-aged woman with a crush on her kinky neighbour that she dared not act upon.

But, a lot could change in a couple of months.

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Standing before the stove-top with just an apron covering the front of her body, the marmalade cat heard footsteps upon the stairs, then on the hallway floor, and finally on the kitchen vinyl directly behind her. Two strong hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and spread them wide as a thick cock easily a foot long slid its way between them and gently began to rock back and forth.

"Pancakes again?"

Heath murmured as he kissed his mother on the back of the neck. She nodded, and continued to tend to their breakfast as her nineteen year old son's cock drizzled pre-cum over the base of her tail.

"You're too good to us, mom."

The athletic male cat purred, drawing his hips back just enough to press the tip of his straining erection to his mother's asshole, and begin to slowly, deliciously sink himself forward into her right there where they were standing.

"Did you finish your paper last night?"

Cynthia gasped through frantic attempts to draw breath, her eyes rolling in their sockets and barely able to focus for even a moment on the pan and spatula she was holding in her hands. She trembled as her older son kissed her neck again, and murmured in acknowledgement.

"Mm... y-yeah. It was easy after you helped me focus. I just... fuck, I was so fucking horny I couldn't string two words together."

Nodding as she felt her son's huge cock hilt itself inside her backside, feeling her pussy starting to leak all the more liberally each time it twitched within her, Cynthia flipped the latest completed pancake onto the stacked plate beside the stove, then slid the pan aside and turned off the heat. Immediately she felt her son's hands slide down off her buttocks and grasping at her thighs, and she shrieked as with her body still impaled upon his he lifted her legs off the ground and carried her, cock still lodged deep in her ass, across the length of the kitchen to the breakfast table. There he didn't set her down completely but leaned Cynthia forward so that she could bring her arms to rest upon the table itself, and with her legs wrapping around his firm backside as a strangled grunt of encouragement escaped her lips, Heath began to plough his mother's ass without restraint.

*******

The shower's hot water cascaded down over Cynthia as she basked in its warmth, idly running her hands over her naked, dripping wet body while she counted down the seconds.

"Twenty six... twenty five..."

She heard the bathroom door's handle turn, and giggled as she stopped counting. It never took more than a minute. She saw a shadowy figure moving towards the shower through the steamed up glass. The door slid open, and Eden stepped in to join his mother without a word. She barely had time to stroke the eighteen year old's face as he stared at her with pleading lust blazing in his eyes, before he fell to his knees and stuffed his muzzle between her legs. All that Cynthia could do was brace herself as best she could and give in to the pleasure as her younger son hungrily and skilfully ate her out. She threw back her head and moaned loudly as she listened to his own grunts and gasps of excitement while he feasted, and the rhythmic, unmistakable sound of his hand upon his cock while he jerked himself off as his head no doubt swam with her scent and before long the taste of her freely flowing juices.

"Eden!!"

Cynthia shrieked as her son's muzzle latched onto her clit and began to suckle upon it like it was a nipple from which he was nursing. Lights exploded before the feline woman's eyes, and she felt her legs giving out as she came almost without warning, utterly unprepared for the savagery of her son's oral attack even though she hadn't been able to spend more than a minute in the shower when he was home without this very situation playing out since the very first day he and his brother's powers had awoken. Even as her legs did give out and she crumpled to the shower's floor though, Eden's strong arms ensured that she came to rest in a heap as gently as possible. He crawled up her panting, giggling, soaking wet body and within moments his huge cock, even bigger than his brother's own was humping between the ample curve of Cynthia's chest.

"Mom..."

He mewled pleadingly even as his mother playfully stuck out her tongue and began to flick it back and forth over the tip of his cock thrusting forth from the valley of her breasts towards her face. It was only a matter of seconds however before she wrapped her whole muzzle around the upper few inches of his cock, and Cynthia barely had time to let her hands reach around and cup her son's buttocks, coaxing him to hump her harder, faster, to hold nothing back before Eden threw back his head and with a caterwauling wail began to pump thick ribbons of cum not just into Cynthia's greedily waiting muzzle, but soon enough all over her flushed, giddily gurgling face.

*******

The front door burst open then slammed shut again with force and volume enough to make Cynthia jump and almost drop her glass of wine where she was seated on the couch. Before she could even lean forward to set her early evening drink down on the coffee table though, the older cat wailed in tender comfort and giddy anticipation as two powerful bodies burst through the living room door, already in the process of tearing off their clothes as they lunged for her. The wine splashed across the couch and the glass fell, forgotten upon its cushions as Cynthia was dragged off her seat and onto the floor on her hands and knees. Her skirt was lifted and bunched up around her waist in a second flat, and her panties were physically ripped off of her as Heath's cock stuffed itself into her pussy while Eden grabbed at the back of her head and stuffed his huge cock down her throat.

Cynthia's eyes rolled back, and for the next ten minutes or so her entire world was a haze of pleasure; of orgasms so intense they should almost certainly have made her pass out. Of bellowing, guttural cries from her boys as they flooded her pussy and muzzle with cum but just kept on going, and going, and going until both ends of their mother were dripping with their cum and puddles of it were forming upon the living room carpet beneath them.

By the time they were coherent enough to hold back, not nearly spent but at least sated enough to think clearly for a moment, all Cynthia could do was collapse between them and let her wonderful boys lift her back up onto the couch, no-one caring about the wine stain though Eden did at least have the forethought to move the glass aside.

They flopped down on the couch either side of their mother, and before she could even catch her breath both of them had their heads lowered to her chest, muzzles wrapped around her plump and swollen nipples while one hand apiece reached between their mother's legs while the other stroked their still firm, throbbing cocks.

"Y-you did so well..."

Cynthia finally croaked breathlessly through her continued pleasure, her own hands occupied caressing the backs of her son's heads while they suckled upon her nipples and continued to manually stimulate all three of them without pause.

"All day. You spent all day at college without one single break, my strong, gorgeous boys. I'm so proud of you. Tonight, you both get to spend all night with me. All night inside me. And, I don't want you to stop for anything. Not if I beg. Not if I'm asleep. You did so well holding back all day, so tonight... tonight you give your mom everything you've got!"

*******

There were times when Cynthia worried about her sons.

All mothers worried about their children of course, even after they were fully grown. But, most mothers hadn't spent years wishing for a more wild and kinky sex life in the midst of the most depraved fantasies, only to wake up one morning to find her eighteen and nineteen year old sons suddenly not just hyper-endowed, but possessing libidos so strong they were almost impossible to control and cum so addictive that anyone besides herself who so much as smelled it in the air would become a ravenous, sex hungry lunatic until they'd gotten one of her sons to unload within or at the very least all over them.

From the very first day of their new lives though, when her sons had come to her panting, trembling, shamefully dripping and so overwhelmed by their newly enhanced, inexplicably worked up bodies, she had known that it would not just be her duty to look after their needs, but her privilege. If there came a day when they wanted to embrace their powers and unleash them upon the wider world, so be it. She would support them and encourage them to use their gifts not just for their own pleasure, but for the joy and bliss of others who wanted to share in such obscene and glorious treasures. But, until then...

"Piss on me!"

She shrieked as Heath bounced her plump body wildly upon his lap; her pussy gushing, squirting hard as Eden groaned and began to urinate all over her chest, Cynthia holding her muzzle wide open as she screamed in pleasure and gurgled, wordlessly begging for her son to try and aim for her maw rather than just her chest.

...until then, Cynthia would continue to offer her sons all the passion and relief that she could provide. Not just because it was her duty as a mother to see them happy and safe and secure in who they were. But also because she had never felt sexier, never felt more loved and wanted and so supremely, totally fuckable as she did when her sons stared at her with lust that felt like it could consume the whole world, but instead chose her and her alone to tend to them.

They had chosen their mother alone to reap the benefits of the indulgent, obscene pleasures their bodies couldn't help but seek to provide, and she welcomed every last mind-bendingly blissful second of it.

By Jeeves