“You won't,” Mother assured her, her eyes bright as she surveyed the scene.
Blue’s face was twisted in pleasure as he started to move, making Jill gasp and turn in Jack’s arms.
“Ohhhhh god!” Jill moaned, clutching Jack as her ass was filled to capacity again and again by Blue’s thick cock.
“You feel so good.” Jack kissed her cheek, pulling her close. “Your little cunny feels so tight around my cock now… you have no idea…”
Jill moaned again as Jack began to move, too, from underneath her, his cock sliding through her wetness with less difficulty than Blue was having with her behind.
“That’s good.” Mother’s fingers crept down between her own legs as she watched. Her sex was thick with her own juices, swollen and throbbing as she started to rub herself.
“Oh god, Jack!” Jill cried, arching back. “Oh, oh, what…oh god…”
“Fuck her harder, Blue,” Mother urged, her fingers dipping deep into her wetness, her thumb rubbing her aching clit.
The older man obliged with a grunt, driving into the girl’s tender asshole a little further, a little faster, pulling her hips in tight. Jill moaned and Mother could see the change happening on her delicate features, her tight-lipped mouth relaxing into a soft
“O,” and Mother knew that her little asshole was doing the same thing. She could tell by the way Blue moaned, thrusting harder into the girl’s ass.
Mother gasped when she felt a small, rough tongue between her thighs and glanced down to see Toby lapping at her juices. She smiled, opening her lips and letting the young catboy lick her clit as she watched Jill get fucked.
“What do you think, now, Jilly?” Mother murmured, and the girl opened her eyes halfway, moaning and rocking. She was fucking them both back, now, and Jack and Blue were both lost in their own pleasure.
“Oh Mother,” Jill gasped, reaching her hand out to her mistress. “Oh god, Mother, yes…yes, yes…”
“Good girl.” Mother praised her, moaning, too, at the gentle persistence of the rough tongue between her legs.
“Mother,” Jack panted, moaning. “Oh Mother, I…I can't stop it…I…”
“Come, Jack,” she urged, watching his face as he bit his lip and thrust up fast and hard, spilling waves of hot seed into Jill’s waiting cunt.
“Oh!” Jill cried as the motion spurred Blue on, his eyes flicking from the girl’s behind to where Mother was spreading her legs and being licked by a rough kitty tongue. “Oh god, what…oh that feels so good!”
“Are you going to come?” Mother watched the girl’s face.
“Yes!” Jill arched and shuddered, fucking Blue back hard, slamming herself into the saddle of his hips.
“Mother,” Blue warned with a groan, his eyes on hers.
“Yes, darling,” Mother gasped, opening her thighs wide. “Come here, on me… let the kitty lick it up.”
He moaned when he slid his cock out of the girl’s still contracting asshole, coming to kneel between Mother’s legs.
“Right there,” Mother showed him with her fingers, competing with the kitty’s rough tongue, still lapping even as he shifted to make room for Blue between Mother’s slender thighs.
Blue moaned, his cock erupting with white hot fluid. It spilled down onto Mother’s dark triangle of fur, globs of it beading there.
“Ohhh yes, my clit,” Mother begged, opening her lips and grabbing his cock. She aimed it as his hot cum shot against her throbbing bud, sending Mother over the edge as she shuddered and rubbed the head there again and again.
Mother glanced over at her two young charges snuggling together, their eyes closed.
She looked at Blue at smiled. “You softened her up nicely.”
“Always glad to help, Mother,” Blue replied with a nod, groaning as the kitty tongue found his still-glistening cock, licking the head clean. The whole room was filled with the sound of Toby’s deep, satisfied purr.
“Well,” Mother murmured, sitting up on her elbows. “I imagine she'll need more training before I can take them to Old King Cole.”
Jill’s eyes flew open and she glanced at Blue and then at Mother.
Blue smiled. “I was hoping you'd say so, Mother.”
CHAPTER SIX
Mother’s big four poster bed was too empty, even as much as she tried to fill it both day and night. Between Jack, Jill and Blue, she managed to find someone to curl up with at bedtime, and if it wasn’t one of her charges, there was usually a tangle of cat flesh keeping her warm-Toby and Lucy curled together at the foot of the bed and the other one, Molly, more independent and strikingly like her own cat-mother in her black and white splendor, stretched out next to Mother on the other side of the bed.
Where Father had slept.
Mother turned under the covers in the darkness, away from the emptiness and the long stretch toward morning. She couldn’t deny that she missed Artan’s commanding voice, the firm press of his hands, his weight on her. She missed hearing someone call her by her given name, hearing it fill his mouth- come to me, Maren.
They had been Mother and Father Goose in the community for so long she could barely remember a time when they weren’t, but alone together, they were Artan and Maren, and they were deliciously good together.
A gentle purr in her ear, the tickle of whiskers against her cheek, made Mother stir as Molly moved in closer, sliding her half-hand, half-paw, complete with very sharp, retractable claws, under the covers to pull the older woman’s back against her bare front. The cat-girl-really a cat-woman now, almost-nuzzled her mistress, rubbing her soft, pointed ears and sleek black furred head against Mother’s neck.
“So sad.” Molly was the most introspective of the three, the most observant, and just the gentle comfort of her warm body made Mother want to cry. Instead, she turned toward the feline, the one who had learned to speak first, among the three, stroking her behind her ears, rewarded by a deep, rumbling purr in the woman’s chest.
“Not anymore,” Mother reassured her as the woman’s tongue, deliciously rough, licked at her mistress’ nipples. Teaching the cats to please her had been easy-they seemed naturally inclined toward pleasure. Of course, teaching them to keep out of mischief had been another story entirely.
Molly’s front was bare-her human breasts almost as full as Mother’s as she rolled on top, pressing the length of her feline form against the older woman-but the rest of her body was covered in sleek, black and white fur. The high arch of her tail, her bottom in the air, was a clear sign, but unlike most cats, Molly’s tail was no longer at the mercy of involuntary bodily reactions. Instead, it was prehensile, able to grasp and hold whatever she wished. Mother moaned when she felt that black tail with its white tip snaking its way between her thighs.
“Good kitty,” Mother praised, arching against the slightly raspy lick of the catwoman’s tongue down her belly. Molly replaced the rub of her tail with her mouth, her whiskers tickling Mother’s thighs, her hand-paws holding her legs apart. The cats were careful with their claws around humans, for the most part, conscious of the danger they could cause, but Mother had several deep scratches that would be scars forever, most likely.
Not that Artan hadn’t given her his share of scars, Mother thought with a brief smile. He would wonder at the new ones, and she would tell him the stories of training
Peep, Muffy, the kittens… she’d managed to take it all on her own after that afternoon he’d said, “I’ll be right back,” and then disappeared. She’d managed, quite pleasurably, but, she realized, not really happily. Mother squirmed as the catwoman between her thighs lapped at her juices, finding her sensitive clitoris, and tried to push thoughts of Artan out of her mind.