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An Un-estranged Relationship

"Son, I have a story to tell you," an azure scaled naga said as he coiled his bottom half to sit on the ground with his hybrid offspring. The man's light brown goatee softened in detail as he took a more serious tone. "And before you sign anything, just give me some time to talk. This whole trip, we have done nothing but let friction grow between us. You stormed off from the shore, and we both have had time to calm down. Now is the time for us to talk, man-to-man."

Pawing at the sand, the sixteen-year old only scowled at the thought of talking to his estranged father. The boy, a snake and feline hybrid, didn't have too much to communicate to the man that he barely knew. Having left him and his mother alone for over a decade, the reptile's sudden and unwelcomed reappearance into their lives was a very recent one. In fact, the last memory he had of the serpent was of the man leaving after a long period of yelling and broken dishes. From then on, the slamming of a door was catalyst of negativity for the scaline.

After drawing in a deep breath, the naga clad in only a pair of tubular, black swim trunks and white t-shirt, exhaled and began. "I've royally fucked up as a husband and father. That is something that I cannot deny by any stretch or twist of the imagination. After Helena, I mean your mother, and I dropped out of high school, I became a jackass of the grandest kind. I let stress of providing for you and her get to me. I verbally and emotionally abused her and terrified you, making both of your lives a living Hell."

Under an umbrella he had set up in a secluded part of the beach, the hybrid kept his gaze downward as he listened. Since he was only in a pair of bright red swim trunks, the boy was looking at his torso. A single scale at the base of his neck began a trail that gradually widened, covering his stomach under his white fur-covered chest. His natural black stripes cut through the glossy blue snake skin and created a pattern reminiscent of a battle scarred warrior. The rough, reptilian hide, which tapered off at the knee into a line of single scales ending at his foot paws, was the only exterior proof of his blood relation to the person he considered an uninvited interloper into his life.

"Twelve years of immaturity, anger, and trying to recapture my youth later, there I was miserable and determined to make a change. It was then your mother and I found each other again. I still find it hard believe that a tigress like her--a woman who earned her GED, put herself through college, and became one of the most highly regarded doctors at her clinic, all the while raising a disabled kid with her own two paws--would ever in a million lifetimes take me--a worthless shitbag of a man--back into your lives. She didn't just open her arms wide and let me in, either. No, she dated me for almost three months before even entertaining the idea of letting a once volatile element around her cub, for she didn't want to risk me hurting either one of you."

The scaline's temper was beginning to subside as memories of recent conversations with his tigress mother warmed his pained heart. Helena had passed just two months before this outing to the beach, which the teen only went on due to his grandparent's behest. The boy was still recovering from the loss of the only parent he had truly known, and he didn't want to deal with the torrent of negativity he felt towards his reptilian father. However, there he sat on the sandy shore listening to the man. The hybrid didn't particularly feel joy at this moment, but the fact that the naga was acknowledging his effect on the family did give the boy a modicum of comfort, causing his scowl to gradually soften.

"She's gone now; the mismanaged emotions of a grieving spouse saw to that. You are not alone. You have grandma and grandpa, Aunty Marie, Uncle Mance, and all your cousins; but, for me, you are all I have now."

Noticing a sudden trembling in the elder male's voice, the adolescent looked up to be met with the tear laden face of his father, a site which he never thought he would see. The lad didn't know what it was, but something implored him to place his black padded paw on top of the quaking hand of the azure scale. When the serpentine man embrace his hybrid offspring, the boy put up no resistance; rather, the teen returned the hug with the tightness of his own arms.

***

Two weeks later, the two were on a camping trip in the woods. After a day of fishing in the campside lake, the father and son were enjoying the cool, summer night as their bounty slowly roasted over the campfire. After their moment of vulnerability on the beach, healing for the teen and forgiveness for the elder male had begun to come. Their current outing was suggested by the teen. He felt part of the healing and trust building process would be experiencing male bonding activities that he had been denied by his father's absence. The naga was all too happy to oblige when the boy proposed the trip.

The man was now sweating bullets, for his son had just thrown him a curve ball. The scale had promised his estranged son completed and candid honesty. He felt that the very least he could do was answer any of his son's questions with the utmost of truth; however his mind was racing as he tried to word an answer for the adolescent's most recent query. His son had texted on his IPaw, "Knoxer...what was sex with mom like?"

"Well, you see Stanley..." The elder male had to moisten his lips with his tongue. "When I your mom and I were teenagers, I was just looking for sex. My friends had all cashed in their V cards, and Helena and I got drunk when experimenting with alcohol for the first time. I was a snake looking for a bush; I saw my chance and took it."

The young hybrid grimaced at his father's tale. The adolescent was trying to give the reptile an honest chance, but the elder male's tale was not what he hoped for. Just as the boy was about to text a message for Knoxer to stop, his ears perked up at a change of tone from the naga.

"However after my more than a decade of time wasting, things were completely different." As he spoke, the blue scale had a reminiscent look in his eyes. "I remember how her body would seem to slowly get warmer, hotter as I caressed her fur. When I think back, I can also hear her soft, almost inaudible gasps from my kissing down her neck and torso. I'd embrace her waist and nestle my face into her stomach. I felt as if I was lying on a cloud of love when she'd run her small but strong paws over my head scales."

The scaline was enthralled and listen intently. He felt his body grow warm just from the description although he knee not why. He had asked the question as a test, to see if his father really did care for his mom. The current build of the man's story was certainly working in his favor, and the boy unconsciously moved closer to the naga.

"Then, I'd move down and lick her sensitive rosebud. That's what I called her clitoris. Gasps became moans as I worked my quick skinny tongue, starting slow and soft at first and steadily building up in speed and intensity. Before too long, the taste of her vaginal nectar would hit my lips as she'd tighten her hold on my head and scream in pleasure. As she'd pant, I'd bring my muzzle up to hers, and we'd passionately kiss, her fresh female fluid constantly exchanging in our maws. It was like suckling on the juices of a rare fruit."

The feel of the younger male's paw resting on top of his scaled claw snapped the naga out of his trance like reminiscence. Then, the boy lifted his father's arm and slid under it before putting it around him. He nestled into the scale's side before texting on his IPaw, "Go on."

With a soft smile across his face, the reptile continued. "By this point, my manhoods would be fully solid and dribbling pre from their need of attention. This would also be the point when your mother would take control. She'd have me on my back as she'd stand over my chest, putting her second lips just at a perfect view for me. Then, her foot paw would come just over my muzzle, and I'd run my tongue over every inch it: fur, paws, and claws. I loved it when she pushed her foot down on my face, suffocating me ever so slightly, as its scent filled my nostrils. After I was finished with one foot, the other would take its place. Being in such a position of submission with such a woman as her...it felt like I was a consort servicing a queen."

Stanley was now flushed a deep pink as he listened with perked ears to his father's sensual remembering. He quickly moved his paws to cover his tented camouflage pants. When the scale looked at him concerned, the lad nodded, signaling him to continue.

"When she was satisfied with my work on her hind paws, she'd kneel down and reposition her flower offer my hemipenes. Then, she'd kiss me deeply while griping them both with a firm paw. Holding the kiss, she would slowly impale herself with them, causing us both to moan with anticipatory lust into each other's muzzles. Upon hilting herself on me, she'd tighten her hold around me, and I'd reciprocate. Soon, she would begin undulating her hips, driving me wild, as she'd set the pace. Try as I might, I'd almost always fail to hold back my climax for more than ten minutes; however, after we would share our bodies and souls for those few brief yet fulfilling moments, we'd orgasm together: her all over my body, and me inside of her. Then, we'd nuzzle and cuddle each other in afterglow. Our sweating, panting bodies almost melting into each other were some of the best moments of my life."

The teen quickly turned his head away, promoting the father to ask, "Stanley, what's wrong?" The naga's question was answered when he noticed the hybrid's paws covering his privates. Patting the boy's head and chortling softly, the reptile said, "Its ok. That's perfectly normal: the erection and the embarrassment." A claw pointed to the snake's bottom half, where his tubular bottoms were tented by his own hardened hemipenes. "Remembering intimacy with your mother had the same effect on me. If you want you can have some privacy in the tent to take care of--AH!" his sentence was cut off by the sudden grip of the adolescent's paw on his twin manhoods.

With his free paw the lad quickly texted, "Together..." before unzipping his father's lower covering and freeing the two, black penises.

Despite a mental reaction to protest, the man smiled and said, "Ok. If it's with you, I'll do anything you want." He smiled as he discarded his leaf patterned jacket, shirt and bottom. Then, he caressed his son's face with one, gentle, scalie claw before, unzipping his offspring's jacket. The same caring claws took off the boy's clothes until the scaline was only in his tented, red boxers. After a claw slipped into the waistband, he looked to his son for a sign of approval. The stripped teen nodded, and the azure scale pulled the undergarment down, exposing the rest of his blue scales.

As his two, barbed, black boyhoods felt the forest air; the hybrid looked deep into the elder male's eyes. The boy's cheeks were flushed a deep red as he used both paws the text at lightning speed. "On your back." After the elder male did just that, the teen stood over him and placed a footpaw at his father's muzzle. The first lash of the reptilian tongue on his inexperienced pad caused the scaline's body to jerk from the initial threshold of unexpected pleasure.

The scale could see his son's face contort in ecstasy as he continued his oral workings. Although the younger male's disability kept him from verbalizing what he felt, Knoxer knew that his son was reveling in the experience, just as he himself was. Both males griped of their hemipenes. The younger male took one in each hand, and the man grasped both of his jet members in one hand as he gently held his offspring's hindpaw in the other.

With every contact of the thin, quick tongue on his foot, the boy felt his heated body grow more and more full with feelings and desires that could not comprehend, and he began to work both of his barbed boyhoods, alternating his strokes. He switched to his other paw as he began to feel his orgasm approaching.

Knoxer worked Stanley's second hindpaw just as vigorously and dutifully as he did the first. Memories of Helena flooded his mind and mixed with his desire to know and connect with his son, creating a cyclone of emotions inside of his soul. He tightened his hold on his curved cocks and wantonly pumped, unable to keep his desires locked inside. This prompted the hybrid youth to increase his own speed on his smaller phalluses.

Out of unbridled passion, the naga took his son's toes into his muzzle and rapidly weaved his tongue around and between each individual digit. The lad reared back his head and opened his muzzle wide in an instinctual need to soundlessly scream as sperm gushed forth from his still developing body. Stanley's hot seed spilling upon his face sent the elder male over the edge. His tail thrashed upon the ground as his muffled moans vibrated his son's foot, and his adult cocks spammed in his claw, painting his own torso as white as his boy's fur.

Then, the adolescent lost his balance and fell down upon his dad's body. Quickly the man grabbed the boy in mid-descent and asked, "Are you ok, Stanley." As both males panted, the hybrid looked for his IPaw; but it had landed in their clothes, which were out of his arm's reach. When the snake gently set the boy on his chest, sandwiching his male essence between them, the boy quickly wrapped his arms around Knoxer's neck and pulled himself into a passionate kiss.