Sylvester's Family Tales 2
#2 of Sylvester's Family Tales
Sylvester belongs to Friz Freleng and is not mine.
The second entry in Sylvester's Family Tales.
Sylvester lazed in bed with his stomach out. His clock blinked midnight when the door to his and his brother's room opened, casting a light on Sylvester and a shadow in his room. Dad stepped quietly into the room and sat down on the bottom bunk. He gently petted Sylvester's ears and gently roused him. Sylvester looked up at his dad and saw the familiar grin on his pops' face. His sheets instantly tented as his dad climbed in bed with him, a finger to his mouth indicating to keep quiet so they don't wake his brother.
Sylvester climbed to the foot of the bed and raised his tail, his father quickly put his maw to his son's tailhole and gave it some gentle licks. Sylvester covered his maw to prevent himself from groaning as his father's rimming got more and more fierce. Sylvester was limp on his bed when he felt his father pulling him up beside him on the bed. "I knew you boys coming come from college for Thanksgiving was a good idea." Whispered pops as he slid his cock against Sylvester's lubed up tailhole before sliding in slowly.
Sylvester couldn't help but gasp and squeak as his father hilted in him, but his father covered his maw as soon as the sounds escaped the filled cat. "Gotta be quiet, don't want to wake your brother, son." Chided pops. Sylvester nodded at his father's words and bit his sheets to prevent any other sounds from escaping him as his father fucked him. And, as his dad's thrusts got quicker and harder he stayed obedient, and didn't make a sound.
Sylvester's father's thrusts started to get uneven and he grabbed Sylvester's cock to start jerking it: "Gotta catch you up, m'boy. I'm not sure how much longer I can last." Sylvester nodded at his father again, releasing his sheets from his maw only to whisper: "D-do it whenever you want, dad. I'm re-really close."
Pops took this as a go ahead to fill his son with a rather large load of cum. Sylvester felt the onslaught of cum from his dad and shot a thick load all over his sheets and the wall beside his bed. Sylvester and his dad relaxed... the scent of their spoo mixing into something that smelled wonderful. Just as pops was about to pull our and release his monstrous load they heard a squeak and a whimper from the top bunk as a new scent appeared and mixed with theirs. His brother Tom was awake, and had really enjoyed their performance.
Their dad stood up and looked at both of his messy sons: "Looks like we're going to need a bigger space to play next time, eh boys?" And, as he turned to leave he quipped: "Don't worry about your sheets, boys, I'll clean them up before anyone sees. G'night, Tom. G'night, Sylvester."
And with that pops left their room, leaving them with incredible smells, but in darkness. Without a word to each other they rolled over and went to sleep, but not before doing their best to clean up their cummy messes... with their tongues.