FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

• We once more check in on Liv and her family, this time seeing what her sister Trish and her son Marcus get up to on their own free time. Because incest is wincest. As always, this was written by Jeeves. Follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

_ Not Like the Others _

Ever since Tricia had divorced her husband, she hadn't really bothered with men. Rationally the older snow leopard knew that it was dumb to judge an entire gender purely on the actions of one man, but at the same time her decision wasn't merely based off her bad memories of her thankfully former spouse. Rather, it was based on the fact that since she had come to live with her family, with her younger sister Liv and Liv's wives and already grown up children all under one roof, she hadn't needed to think about men to meet the romantic and sexual needs which after far too many years of shame based denial she was finally willing not just to accept within herself, but embrace. There were so many incredible women in this house. Strong and smart and kind and hilarious and... fuck, sexy as all hell. Irresistible quite literally in several cases thanks to Liv's unique biology and how aspects of it had been passed down to her college aged kids. If she wanted pussy, she had so many options, and even if she wanted cock there was both Liv and Riley to take care of her, not to mention all the other ladies' spectacular array of toys.

So, she simply didn't need to think about men as a source of sexual gratification or intimate companionship.

Except... there was one man, who she couldn't ignore. A man she felt bad lumping into that same category as all other guys, because he was different. He was like no man she had ever met before, quite possibly because he had been born into and raised around this family. This loving, passion filled family who wanted nothing more than to shower one another with unceasing, unrelenting joy and bliss. Liv's oldest child, and the only man in all the world which Tricia felt comfortable enough around to be her true, unashamed, horny self.

*******

"Aunt... Phhhahhh... Patty..."

Marcus gurgled as the older woman's soft breasts pressed into his back, while her right arm wrapped around him and gripped his rigid, straining cock. The snow leopard tiger hybrid threw his head back onto his aunt's shoulder as she jerked him wildly, her hand dripping with a mix of lubricant gel and Marcus' own abundant pre-cum. Her grip was tight and her fingers were a blur of rapid motion, masturbating Marcus in a relentless frenzy while behind him, hidden away between his firm buttocks against which Tricia was grinding her own hips as her pussy ached and throbbed, the loud, dull buzz of a vibrator turned up to its maximum setting drove the man's prostate wild with equally relentless stimulation.

"Let it out for your auntie, Marcus."

Tricia grunted with unabashed desire to the younger man, a string of saliva running down from one corner of her mouth as she peered over his shoulder and watched his cock pulse and spurt over his bedroom floor, every string of his pre as copious as what over the last year she had learned was more common for an average cis-dude's entire load. She shuddered at the thought, at just how much pre he had to give, and what would follow in its wake. She groaned and nuzzled at the back of Marcus' neck, and before she knew it the man before her was howling as her teeth sank into his flesh, not breaking the skin but holding him, claiming him tightly with that vicious love bite. His body lurched. His toes curled, and with Tricia still furiously jerking him, Marcus wasted no time in giving his aunt precisely what she had asked of him.

With a guttural roar, Marcus' cock began to spasm and spray the floor with ribbons of cum. His volume wasn't nearly as obscene as Liv, not that it was fair to compare _any_one of any gender or anatomical composition to Liv, really. But as Tricia squeezed and milked him through his peak without the slightest restraint, pumping him and watching spurt after thick, heavy spurt splash out across the wooden floor in not just strings but small, elongated puddles of rich cum, she felt a small but undeniable spontaneous orgasm of her own wrack her needy pussy as two thoughts flooded her senses. First, the idea of dropping to her knees and shamelessly starting to lap up those puddles like a wild animal taking a drink. Stuffing three fingers between her legs and cumming her own brains out as she drank down his intoxicating cum, propelling her to orgasm after orgasm until there wasn't another drop left to sustain her ceaseless bliss. And second, the idea of spinning Marcus around on the spot right then and there, pushing him down onto his back amidst the puddles of his own freshly spilled seed, and mounting him. Riding his cock right then and there before his orgasm was even through, and taking every remaining spurt of his glorious cum into her needy womb.

And yet despite those fantasies, and despite knowing that she could have had either one come true in an instant with Marcus every bit as eager as herself to help make them a reality, Tricia simply kept on jerking off the leopard-tiger hybrid. She caressed and squeezed him until his cock was spasming and releasing only more average sized strings of cum, and only then did she stop pumping, simply holding him, feeling him ride out the remaining ten or fifteen seconds of his lengthy, potent climax. Even when he was spent, or at least, when that orgasm had run its course, she didn't release him immediately. She nuzzled and licked at his neck where she'd bitten him, no markings visible through his fur but the fur itself matted and damp from her saliva. She held his still stiff cock, and giggled as the grinding of her hips against his ass allowed her to feel the faintest hum of the ongoing vibrations caused by the toy still resting inside the male's rump. Tricia relished that moment, and took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was still to come. Because, while she had countless fantasies of things she wanted to share with Marcus, just as she had fantasies of things she wanted each and every member of the family to share with her, none of them could top the reality of what was about to occur.

"Sweet slutty boy..."

She half moaned, half giggled, though the moan won out as despite his recent orgasm Marcus' cock spasmed hard within her grasp. He squirmed before her. He let slip a soft, happy, mewling whimper, and murmured in a voice much more relaxed and loose than his normal tone. A voice that made him sound not quite drunk, not quite high, but absolutely like the kind of chill surfer bro who could so easily have been either one, or both of those inebriated categories.

"Whoa. Aunt Patty, that was... oohhh man..."

The snow leopard's toes curled. Her long, thick tail swished back and forth excitedly behind her. She kissed Marcus' shoulder, and whispered to him again.

"Did my strong, sexy man-whore cum his brains out for his auntie?"

A soft, lazy chuckle escaped the leopard-tiger hybrid, and without the slightest trace of bashfulness he nodded.

"Mmhh, yeah he... I did. It was so good. I shot like... so much."

His cock twitched again, and Tricia's eyes bulged as she watched a thick dribbling string of pre-cum ooze from his hip anew despite having been drained all but dry barely a minute prior. It made sense of course. The vibrator was still pounding away at his prostate, working his hyperactive libido and telling his body it had no time to rest, not time to stop feeling good. To see it happening so fast though, so much, Tricia had to move faster than she'd planned. She had wanted to tease him some more. Really indulge in listening to his goofy, dazed, himbo state that he always sank into when exposed to his family's intoxicating influence or subjected to a really strong orgasm of his own making. After all, that was what made him so different. Not just how sweet and kind and loving he could be when he was his normal, clear headed self, but how in this state he was so... pliable. So easy-going and chilled out that it emboldened Tricia to take the initiative and lead the remainder of their sessions together. So eager to be told what to do and how to do it that it thrust the once meek, shamefully reserved snow leopard into a position of authority. Of dominance.

"You wanna cum again, sweet slut?"

She squeezed him fondly and rocked her hips against his ass, biting her bottom lip as she wondered why she'd opted for a regular vibrator to fill his backside rather than a strap-on which could have been pleasuring her at the same time. Of course, the man before her nodded and giggled breathlessly.

"Mnnh... yuh-huh. Please, Aunt Patty. Please, again..."

Tricia's heart thundered. Her pussy drooled down her thighs. This was it. This was why he was special. Why he was different. Because when he was like this, when Marcus' brains came oozing out of his balls and temporarily vacated the normally oh so smart, capable male, he wasn't just suggestible. He wasn't just easy to coax and tease and convince to do whatever she wanted. He was eager. So obscenely, unabashedly eager. No macho posing. No trying to consider what she wanted to hear. No games, no agenda. He was just a horny idiot who wanted sex with whoever was willing to provide it.

And, just like him, Tricia was eager to oblige in that regard.

"If you eat auntie's pussy, I'll make you cum again."

She whispered, only to shriek happily when a split second later Marcus was peeling himself out of her arms, only to spin around on the spot and immediately, mindlessly drop to his knees. His glassy eyed, lazily grinning muzzle stared up gleefully at the snow leopard for just a moment or two before a soft, gentle giggle escaped him, and he stuffed his muzzle between Tricia's thighs. He didn't even wait for Tricia to spread her legs. He didn't wait for her hands to fall upon the back of his head and lead him into position. Tricia mewled and threw her head back as she struggled to shuffle her way into a more suitable stance with Marcus already lapping at her clit with his rough feline tongue. She grasped his head in both hands, and wailed as she looked down to see those same bright, enthusiastically glazed eyes still staring up at her with simple, unrelenting love and lust.

"Ohh fuck... Marcus..."

Tricia gasped, bucking her hips against the male's face, grinding her pussy against his muzzle while he just moaned and grinned and slurped loudly, sloppily at her in his unceasing eagerness.

"You wonderful slut. You silly, incredible man... a-ahhh, eat my pussy. Mnh, make aunt Patty cum all over that empty headed face of yours, and then... o-ohhh god, right there... then, my sweet Marcus?"

She tightened her grip on the back of Marcus' head and pushed his face greedily, hungrily harder against her aching, dripping depths.

"Then you can take auntie to your bed, and fuck her brains out until she's just as cum-drunk and brainless with ecstasy as you."

By Jeeves.