Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 04

"You don't even know if it's sunny yet," she countered. "So how can you say that?"

"It's sunny if you're here."

Sasha giggled and Fyr swore a blush darkened her cheeks, but as the couple nuzzled, she coughed, clearing her throat of a tightness that suddenly made even her own breath difficult to catch. She frowned, though tickled ever so slightly with a flicker of amusement, pulling at her lips. Just what was it about sex that made breathing such a damn difficult endeavour?

"That was something," Fyr managed to force out through a throat thick with desire, dipping her fingers back between her thighs for another potent dose of her own sweet juices. "I don't actually mind being woken up so much if you're going to do it right here in front of me.

"Oh, I intend to do far more than that, my darling."

And then Ropes broke from Sasha, pulling his softened cock from her folds with a wet slurp of sexual fluids. Fyr groaned as he knelt up above her head, pushing her nose down until it bumped into his shaft, already plumping up for a second time with fresh, needy bloody.

She didn't need to be told what to do and parted her lips willingly to take him deep, the tip of her tail flicking as she cleaned him off with long, languid strokes of her tongue. Her muzzle seemed to be perfectly designed for the task of giving her husband a blowjob and it was not long at all before he was roused back to full hardness, chest vibrating with purrs. Shuddering at the starker, stronger taste of dragoness on his cock - at some point, she was sure her muzzle was going to be pushed down between her mother's legs to do a proper job of cleaning both of them up - Fyr suckled around his length, pulling him all the way into her muzzle.

Groaning, the cougar drew her back gently, though there was nothing gentle in the ferocity of how he flipped her over onto her side, nearly pinning both of them right up against the headboard. They faced Sasha as he pushed her leg up, bent at the knee, in front of her body, purring warmly into her ear as his hardened shaft probed for entry. Whimpering, Fyr tilted her head back, baring her vulnerable throat for him as he nibbled and kissed across the side of her neck and shoulder.

"Just a quick one, my sexy little dragoness," Ropes purred, pushing a cock that had been inside her mother only a few minutes ago, into her folds. "After all, I wouldn't want you to be late for that big meeting today. I do listen, you know."

Groaning, Fyr pushed her hips back to him, tail wrapped around his waist as she knew, without a doubt, that she was very certainly going to be late for that meeting. But she wouldn't mind that as long as she got to sit there with her cunt full of her husband's cum.

There were some sacrifices in life, after all, that a dragoness simply had to make.

*

For all their sexual liaisons during the course of the week, with Ropes taking more than just the one unscheduled day off to spend time with Sasha, Fyr paced through an empty house on the weekend. Her eyes raked over every odd job that had gone undone, notions of fixing up the barn so that she could finally get out of that accursed day job. Day by day, it leeched away her soul. The only thing that seemed to keep her going those days was the utter pleasure of what waited for her at home. With Sasha and Ropes, she could forget about the stress and the grind and merely enjoy what life should have been: full of passion day and night.

Yet her passion in the house and ranch was slow in coming as she distracted herself. There were some jobs that she could do, including checking her lists to see what she had forgotten too, yet she yearned for the day she could stand on the wide front porch of that imagined barn and leave the townie and city folk far, far behind. The ranch was real, yet in a state of dilapidation that it could hardly be called such, yet there was always progress that could be made and she was hardly a dragoness to slack off on her duties when she set her mind to something.

But money would always be the issue and she knew slow and steady won the race. It was sometimes nice, however, to simply imagine being at the finish line.

Sighing in the emptiness of the house - Ropes and Sasha had driven off into the country on a date that Fyr didn't know quite how she felt about - the dragoness plonked herself in the computer chair of the den, which was pretty much just a junk room to store things they didn't know what to do with. Boxes were piled up against the walls and the window was dirty on both sides, letting in barely any light, but it was cosy and the tension eased from her shoulders, purpose giving her a sense of much needed calm.

Perching on the edge of the computer chair, she swung back and forth for a moment, crossing one ankle over the other as the machine booted up. She swore it got slower and slower every time she used it, but, in favour of fixing the ranch up first, she was holding off on buying a new one for as long as was at all reasonable.

It did eventually load, however, and she clicked onto the desktop, hunting for the file she needed. She had a terrible habit of saving everything she was currently working on - lists for things she wanted to do and renovations for the barn - on the desktop rather than popping all into a neat, designated folder, something that Ropes absolutely loathed. He was forever tidying up the computer for her, but that only meant that she would never once find a file or shortcut where she'd left it.

Muttering to herself, she was about to give up on finding the saved file on the desktop when something else caught her eye: a video file with a little orange triangle icon on it that seemed simply begging to be played. But it was the file name that really caught her attention and the dragoness tipped her head to the side, lips pursed.

"Ropes and Sasha two," she read aloud, brow furrowing. "Have they put something together?"

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she smiled and shook her head.

"And you really gotta stop talking to yourself, girl, honestly. Someone's gonna come round here and think you're stir crazy if you keep that up."

She laughed, the cursor of her mouse hovering over the icon of the file.

"Or maybe I already am."

Double-clicking on the video, she couldn't have possibly expected what popped up on the screen. Or perhaps, if she truly knew her husband and mother as well as she thought she did, she should have expected it.

Fyr started, jaw dropping, as her husband and her mother filled the screen, both as naked as they day they'd been born. Her mother was on all fours, her buttocks side-on to the camera as she rested on Fyr's - no, not hers anymore - bed, claws pricking through the comforter. The older dragoness couldn't have been any more in her prime even if there was a little bit of a heavier drop to her breasts, buttocks firm yet yielding in a shape that made one want to reach out and squeeze them.

"Is it on?" The Sasha in the video asked with a wiggle of her hips.

"Yep," Ropes chuckled. "Are you ready to give her a good show? I wouldn't want to hide such a stunning dragoness away from the world, after all."

Sasha moaned and arched her back, toes flexing and tail spilling up and over her back in a smooth arc.

"I'm always ready for you. Just make sure she sees this when it's all ready to go for her - my daughter."

Ropes smirked as he knelt behind the needy dragoness, pumping and gyrating her hips as if to entice him into her before he was even hard. His cock was still soft, however, and he angled his hips towards the camera as he pumped and stroked his length, squeezing the base and showing how the skin tugged back and forth on his uncut shaft, drawing out his need. He chuffed lowly, white eyes burning with desire.

Fyr bit her lip. When had she last seen that desire when he was fucking her? Last time he'd filled her, his eyes had been on Sasha while she lounged naked on the bed, a quick fuck just to ensure his wife didn't go too crazy. But, on the video, Ropes only had eyes for the dragoness before him, devoted in his attention to her and her alone.

"She'll surely be in for quite the surprise."

How true that is, Fyr thought, slumping back in the computer chair as the cougar on the screen pumped his cock to full hardness, ears back and breath rasping in his throat. The cougar's back arched, pushing his hips out towards the camera, and he groaned, ears slipping back. Fyr devoured his form hungrily with her eyes, her pussy lips slickening with moisture as her body tried to ready itself for mating even if the cougar wasn't really there with her. Huffing, his chest shuddered, black lips curling up at the corners in a Cheshire cat grin that was full of secrets. Fyr looked into his eyes as he stared down the lens of the camera, putting on a show that had to have been just for her and only her.

The dragoness whimpered. Her husband was a specimen of a male indeed!

But the show was not to end there - not so soon. The couple had plenty to show the dragoness behind the screen as their show had clearly been prepared and set up for her to find well in advance. Settling back in the chair, Fyr tried to relax as electric tingles of pleasure tickled her scales, need rising by the second as she tried and failed to drag her eyes from the show-off cougar. As she watched, he groaned, a trickle of pre-cum oozing from his tip as the skin slid back and forth along the uncut length. She licked her lips. She'd rather it was in her muzzle so she could truly pay him tribute as he deserved.

"Ready for me?"

Fyr started, but, of course, the question was not directed at her. Ropes turned, eyeing up the dragoness laid out before him like a feast to be devoured: the stage was set. Sasha murred and ran a paw down her side, lying so that the curve of her hip jutted up, gravity tugging her soft, full breasts down to the bed. Even Fyr had to admit that she would have fucked her too, if she'd ever had the chance. She shivered. Maybe she would one day. She could dream.

"I'm always ready for you."

Ropes smirked and turned his back on the camera, treating Fyr to a view of his muscled buttocks, the shape of them showing even through his brown fur. The dragoness lifted a leg out and towards the camera, much as Fyr had done only a few mornings ago, and welcomed the cougar in behind.

"That's a good feline... See, you can be well behaved for a dragoness now, can't you?"

"Only occasionally," he chuckled against her neck, adoring her scales with kiss after kiss. "And just for you. Only you."

Fyr knew how she should have felt, but the flame of need in her heart only rose higher with those words, the tenderness between them impossible to deny. Giving the camera a good show, Ropes eased his fingers beneath the dragoness' thigh and raised her leg in front of her body, demanding the space as his cock nudged right up to her folds. Inhaling sharply, Sasha half-closed her eyes, head turning to whisper words back to him that the camera just wasn't good enough to capture.

The dragoness groaned as she watched her husband push in, absently sliding her jeans down her thighs. When had the button gotten undone? And the zip? It didn't matter as she lazily circled her clit with a fingertip, stoking her desire as Sasha moaned lustfully, taking the full length of the cougar's uncut cock as if, well, as if she'd been doing it for weeks already. Fyr's cheeks burned.

Why did it get her so horny? To watch and to lust over the two of them - not forgetting that one of them was her mother? Any other fur would have been screaming and throwing Ropes out of the house, determined to ensure the cat never bred another female ever, ever again, but finding evidence of his 'cheating' with her mother and making into a cuckold... Fyr shuddered. The mere thought of it had her panting, pushing her hips up and gyrating as if she could entice him back to fuck her right there and then. They'd done something to her, drawn out a deeply rooted submissive need from the very fibre of her being, and there was nothing she could do about it bar see exactly where the path led her.

"Yes," she hissed. "Fill me!"

Ropes nuzzled the back of her neck, eyes closed, and slipped his tentacles around her to caress her breasts as his hips rocked, working and pumping to fill her with the cream she so desired. He growled into her scales, tentacles lifting her breast up for the attention of the camera, and massaging them with a skill that surprised even Fyr: had he always been so dextrous and tactile with his tentacles? Perhaps she'd been missing out. Fyr bit her lip, hips bucking up to her own paw as she mimicked his thrusts with the push of her fingers into her cunt, as wet and needy as her mother's looked on the screen.

And so they enjoyed themselves, Fyr warranting that they were putting on a particular show for her. She couldn't help but wonder how long ago they had planned the interlude, but it ceased to matter as they rocked together, Ropes turning and positioning the dragoness as he pleased. He seemed to be hitting all the right spots, however, as Sasha moaned like a wanton slut, a wild abandon that had the masturbating dragon in the computer chair blushing even from her position.

On all fours, the dragoness grunted and snarled like a wild creature, wings trembling and flared out slightly on either side of her body. Her entire body rocked forward as the cougar slammed in, overruled by feral desire. Fyr inhaled deeply, struck by how strong her husband was in the throes of sex, his only intent on reaching pleasure with his partner. She shivered. Did he ever look that strong and virile when he was fucking her? Oh, she surely hoped so. Though there was nothing that could come close to the beauty of her mother as she moaned breathily and demanded more, tail curling around the cougar's waist as if to keep him close to her.

But Ropes wasn't going anywhere. Something in his eyes told the dragoness watching that Sasha already had him hook, line and sinker. She peered more closely at the screen, pausing in her masturbation to take in what she had thought she'd seen a flicker of before in their sweet kisses, muzzles held closer together. Her eyes widened. Could it possibly be so? Her heart skipped a beat.

There was something more than lust in his eyes and Fyr had no part in it. But, as her lips pulled into a smile, she knew it was a thought to be considered at another time.

The cougar was swifter than the dragoness in climaxing and Fyr wondered if it was his first of the day; he was always quicker the first time. But after that, each one would linger and linger as if he was going to go on fucking his partner - before, it had only been her - forever. Snarling and rasping harsher and harsher breaths over the dragoness' shoulders, he rolled her onto her stomach and pinned her to the bed, hips driving to force himself to that peak of pleasure.

His tail lashed and tentacles flung out to all sides as he climaxed with a feral yowl, shoulders rolling down as he covered the dragon, though he didn't have to worry that she was going to escape him. Holding her buttocks down to the bed, he growled ferociously and rammed into her tighter passage, thighs nearly pressed all the way together as he thrust through his orgasm, sending spurt after spurt of virile feline semen into her wanting, clenching passing.

"Oh, yes..." Sasha hissed, eyes half-lidded. "Such a good stud cat for me, you are."

Smirking breathlessly, Ropes turned her head to kiss her full on the lips, tongues fighting for their usual dominance, and then Sasha was on her back, the camera having cut to their next interesting interlude. She spread her legs for the cougar as he lapped her clit reverently, one controlling paw on the back of his head to guide him, though her thighs pressed around his muzzle to prevent any chance of escape if he had been so inclined to succumb and thrust into her again.

Letting her partner lick her to orgasm, the blue dragoness howled like a virgin taking her first cock as he held her on the edge of climax, teasing as if he was not really going to push her all the way over the edge. But Sasha knew well enough how to deal with a cat who thought he had the upper paw and grabbed his head, pushing his muzzle up to her clit as she demanded he thrust harder with his fingers, paw working swiftly until she finally screeched and shuddered, every vein of tension flooding from her body in one final, beautiful release.

As she relaxed in the afterglow, the dragoness propped her chin up on a paw, one eyebrow raised in wicked question. Ropes pricked up his ears, muzzle soaked in the dragoness' juices.

"How many times have you cum in me now, my stud cat?" Sasha purred, the tip of her tail curling back and forth.

Ropes pretended to consider the question, casting the camera a look so that he seemed to be pondering the notion with the panting, exhausted dragoness voyeur herself.

"Oh... Many times." He waved a paw dismissively. "Who's counting, really?"

"And how many times have you worn a condom to fuck me, Ropes?"

Fyr stiffened, but the Ropes on the screen only grinned, showing his teeth in a feral smile.

"Not a single time, my dear dragoness."

Fyr howled as she climaxed, juices drooling viscously out around her fingers as her hips thrust and bucked to the imagined touch of her dear husband.

When Ropes found her that evening, she couldn't have been more of a mess. Having retreated to the bedroom after that first orgasm, she'd brought herself off over and over again with her fingers and every single sex toy they owned that was suitable for the need. The bed was littered with toys soaked in the dragoness' juices and her scales were dull with sweat, bed sheets rumpled and creased beneath her body beyond all recognition.

She couldn't even appear contrite as she looked up at her husband and he was not about to scold her for portraying herself in such an alluring fashion. She lifted her legs readily for him, pussy sore yet still ready for his shaft as he stroked it to full hardness, teasing her lips with the very tip. Fyr groaned, tongue slipping out the side of her muzzle. Did he have to tease her so?

"Did you enjoy the show, darling?" Ropes purred, laying her all the way back on his bed as she moaned and hiked up her legs even higher for him. "You do seem to have had some fun while we were out enjoying ourselves."

Fyr moaned and shook her head, too far gone to even feel the faintest bit embarrassed in the moment. His cock teased her entrance and she snarled, desperate to feel him inside her and yet he still held back. Didn't he know a needy dragoness when he saw one?

"Enough!" She growled, demonstrating surprising harshness in her tone, skin burning with longing beneath her scales. "Just fuck me!"

She trembled, the words feeling alien in her own mouth, and Ropes' smile spread as he moved over her, letting the dragoness wrap her legs up and around his waist. She was not one to use such language - only rarely - and the hardness of the cougar's uncut shaft seeking her entrance told her just how much he liked it.

Oh, yes. Fyr moaned and let her head tip back, Ropes' lips on her neck. He liked it very much.

"Fuck me!"

Pushing into her dripping cunt, the cougar was only too happy to oblige her.