I wasn't sore. I was stiff, my back felt tight, but I wasn't in pain. I woke up slowly, my face buried in Shelly’s neck. I inhaled the soothing scent of the most important woman in the world, and I could just feel myself relax even further. I stroked her smooth stomach, the softness in my hands entrancing me. I could feel myself still buried deep in her body, but I really felt that I had more important things to pay attention to. The texture of her fur, coarse but smooth where it pressed against my chest. The sound of her breathing, slow and deep as she continued to sleep. The warmth of her body, filling me with an indescribable happiness. I truly felt like I was finally a whole man.


I drifted in and out of sleep, catnapping until I felt my sister stir. I nuzzled against her cheek, then opened my mouth and placed my teeth solidly to her shoulder. It wasn't a bite, I was just holding on. Shelly stretched her arms luxuriously, then reached up and cupped my nose, rubbing the fur on my muzzle. “Hmm.  Yes. Yours. I agree.” I released my grip, then sat up and flexed my back. The motion pulled me free of Shelly with a squelch. I stepped off the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. I washed my face and put on some boxers, then checked my face. Most of the fur near my nose is short and soft, but between my nose and lips I have a tendency to grow coarse, stiff whiskers. They never get longer than an inch or so, but when left uncontrolled, they form a mustache. Think firefighter. I don't like the way it itches, but now I have another good reason for keeping it gone. All groomed, I went to the kitchen. The clock said it was only noon, so apparently all of our activities had only taken several hours, with the nap less than one.


I grabbed some bologna and started heating up a pan. Being a bachelor with an industrial job, I didn't have much in the way of breakfast foods. I fried the bologna, putting on an apron to avoid the wild splashing of the hot oil. The meat was just beginning to sizzle when I heard the slap of feet against tile. “Get some bread ready, toast it or whatever.” I was focused on the pan, but I managed to not jump out of my fur when hands wrapped around me, going under my apron. The soft mounds pressed against my back told me who it was- well, that and the height. I felt Shelly rub her forehead between my shoulder blades, her palms on my chest. “Wow. Don't intimidate us with your cooking prowess or anything.”


I slapped the distracting fingers ruffling my fur, a bit peeved at the insult. “You don't have to eat it if you don't want to. It's not my fault you didn't give me any warning before you showed up.” I paused for a moment, sniffing the air. “Um. You might want to clean up. You smell like a two dollar whore.” The wandering hands stopped, then pinched, hard. “Whose fault is that, I might ask? Plus, I like smelling like you. Feels nice, too.” I felt my ears and face burn at the insinuation. I cut my eyes sideways to look at the beauty who was now rummaging through my fridge. Naked except for a pair of pink panties decorated with little flowers, she was bent over to reach the back of a drawer.


Now, I've never really been what I would describe as an “ass man.” I like them, they're nice to look at, nice to touch, but more along the lines of scenery than a main attraction. But that particular one has always been a part of my life. From surreptitious peeks when I was a kid to wrestling matches that had a tendency to end with me trapped under it, it (and the woman sporting it) had shaped my preferences. Maybe that's why no other booty could match up to it. Peach shaped, a good layer of padding, but not huge, it was what I consider the gold standard by which all others are measured. And it was right there, only a thin layer of cotton between it and the universe, in my house, my kitchen. Unreal.


I stared at that perfect derriere absentmindedly until I heard a giggle. I saw my sister peeking at me from under her arm. She gave her butt a provocative wiggle, lifting her tail to give me a better view. “I don't mind, but aren't you a little busy~?” I spun back to the stove, luckily catching the bologna before it went from “crispy” to “charcoal.” I eventually filled a plate with meat, then began to fry the eggs I had my yawning son bring to me. I politely ignored the fact that he was completely nude, and had him set the table. The sounds of domesticity were magical, something I had always wanted yet never managed to achieve. I brought the platter to the table, and began to eat a egg and bologna sandwich. With toast. Fancy.


I couldn't stop grinning, watching these two beautiful people sitting at my table. How did they make nudity feel so casual, so natural? “Why are you naked?” Jack-Jack looked down at himself and shrugged. “Dunno. Feels right, though. Do you mind?” He was frowning somewhat, so I reassured him. “Sweetie, as long as you don't go out in public in the buff, you can go naked all you want. But. You're a getting to be a teenager, so if you want to sit on my furniture like that, you better bathe regularly.” I stood up and removed my apron. “As for me, I don't like the feel of leather on my junk, so I always wear at least boxers.” I walked to the living room and sat on the couch, looking for something to watch on TV. I was getting irritated at the lack of selection when Shelly strolled in, her strut distracting me as she purposely crossed in front of me in order to sit.


She leaned into my shoulder, so I wrapped an arm around her. I claimed an arm of the couch and rested against it, and we relaxed to watch whatever crap that was least irritating on cable. Jackie walked in, so I made a request. “Hey, would you mind checking on your sister? Don’t wake her up, but help her with lunch if she’s awake, please?” I was confused by his startled reaction, especially when he smiled hugely and ran out. I looked at Shelly questioningly. She avoided my gaze, ashamed as she enlightened me. “Earl was always a colossal prick. I don’t know why, but he always did this, I don’t know, dominance bullshit. Never asking, just ordering Jackie around. He does it to everyone. It’s surprising how many people let him get away with it. You actually asked, that means a lot.” I still didn't understand. “Honey, I've always asked. I remember being twelve, how important respect was.” She shook her head, not in denial, just disagreement. “Eric, it's different now. Before, you were just an uncle. Now, you're his father. He's never had a father treat him like an equal.”


I felt my blood pressure spike, a headache forming almost instantly. “Really, Shelly? It took you twelve years to dump that jackass?” My ears burned at the racist epithet I had used, but I had a feeling I knew what type of man I was probably going to be dealing with, and I can’t say I was happy. Frankly, I was surprised that he managed to hide his real personality so well. But then, it was usually just my sister who visited, who called, who dropped the kids off for babysitting. Would he try to “reclaim” what he had lost? “Do you think he’ll be stupid enough to try something? He drinks a lot, right? Do I… Do I need to clean my gun?” She looked up at me, ashen. “God, Eric! No! Why do you even have one of those?!” I shrugged, not particularly bothered by her outburst. “I had to drive through a really rough neighborhood to get to my last job. I have it in a lockbox, but I need you to be totally honest. Will Earl accept that you’re gone, that it’s over, or will he freak out? I’ll take your word on it.” Her head shaking wildly, she denied the possibility. “Earl’s a coward! He cuts and runs at the slightest resistance. He’s more likely to try to convince you that you’re worthless.” Her pained smile made my innards clench. I pulled her close, holding her tight.


Jackie came back in, just in time to see his mom sniffling. He froze, unsure of what to do. “What- what’s wrong?” I looked up at him and smiled, trying to be strong for him. “Your mom was just discussing some of the unsavory things she’s had to put up with. Don’t worry, they won’t happen anymore. How’s your sister?” He stood, tense. “Still asleep…” I hesitated, trying to figure out a good way to express one of my worries. “Look, Jackie. You need to know… you all live with me now. You remember, right?” He nodded, on his guard. “Okay. This morning, last night- the things we did- that had nothing to do with you staying here. Your mom, you, your sister; you have a place here. Forever. Don’t think you owe me anything, ok?” Jackie’s head tilted, pure confusion in his eyes. He was a smart kid, so I stopped beating around the bush. “The sex, kiddo. It’s not why you get to stay. You can decide to never have sex again, and you have a place here. You don’t owe me anything.”


I knew I was getting my point across, because my son had an expression of unadulterated irritation on his face. “I’m not stupid, Dad. I only did that because I wanted to. I know you love us.” My eyes burned. I cleared my throat. “Just one more thing. You’re not getting any of your stuff back from Earl’s house.” He twitched. Then slumped his shoulders. “Fuck. You think he’s gonna lose it, huh?” Like I said, smart kid. “I’m gonna miss my books. And my Playstation.” I pointed at my bookshelves, then my entertainment center. “What’s mine is yours. Well, until I can get you a new one. Good thing the saves are on the cloud right?” He smiled, a little better, but still sad. “Haah. Goodbye, Mr. Tittles.” He flopped on the floor, then draped himself over my feet. I looked at Shelly. She leaned in close and whispered, “His armadillo.” I rubbed my temples, suddenly aware that I was going to have to make a trip to the next county. To rescue a stuffed animal. I looked to the heavens for strength, then turned the channel to a science show.


We watched the hypnotic motions of different things being assembled, and I thought it would be funny to bug the preteen laying on my feet. I wiggled my toes under his side, and he shifted a little. I used this new angle to run my toes against his belly, and that earned a purr from the boy. I kept rubbing his belly while halfheartedly watching the tv, keep an eye on Jackie in the meantime in case he stopped tolerating the contact. After all, I was trying to be funny, even affectionate, not mean. I settled into a rhythm and only paid any attention when he shifted. He looked up at me a few times, so I would smile at him and go back to vegging out when he would look away. He took me completely by surprise when he suddenly grabbed my leg with both hands, his claws holding tightly as he also firmly gripped my calf with his teeth. I froze, the pain making me instinctively try to kick. Given the precious cargo hanging off of me, I was able to resist the urge.


I did, however, yelp loudly. “OOOW! Holy crap, Jackie! What’s the big idea!?” I heard my sister snickering as our son slowly released my leg. “You earned that, bucko. You really should pay more attention.” I was nonplussed as the catboy stood up. He turned around, teary eyed and a little pissed. “Papa, you jerk!” I still was confused by his actions until my eyes fell onto a veritably raging hard-on. His prick was dark red, swollen to full mast. I could see the spines lining the end of it throbbing, flexing slightly as it bobbed. A rivulet of precum dripped down the length of it, leaving a sheen in it’s tracks. I had no idea why I was getting the blame for it, and I said as much. Jack-Jack’s tail was poofed out as he glared at me. “You were rubbing my belly!” With that simple statement, I recalled that our earlier encounter had produced much the same results from doing so. I dropped my ears, apologetic. I reached out and grabbed his hand. “Oh, kiddo. I had no idea… I thought it was just the mood earlier that did that. You really like your belly rubbed that much?” He turned his head away, pouting. “No, you ass. I don’t like having it rubbed that much. It’s only when you do it…” He trailed off, and I don’t think I was supposed to hear that last part. But I did, and the confession lit a fire in my belly. I pulled him to me, and he was looking down at me from his standing position. I placed a hand on each of his shapely hips, then rubbed my nose into his chest fluff.


I met Jackie's gaze and asked, “Would you like me to take care of that for you?” I snuffled around his slender but fluffy chest, resisting the urge to grope his sides and ass. As it was, I couldn't stop myself from kneading my fingers into his waist. The boy’s tail began to swish about, with only the fur at the base of it puffed up. He tried to keep glaring at me, but I could feel the vibrations of his purr rekindle. I waited for an answer, content with simply enjoying the delicious smell of his fur. It was an innocently erotic combination of his natural odor and oranges from the body wash he had used earlier. In all honesty, it wasn't actually erotic per se, I'm pretty sure he could have smelled like cigarettes or pool chlorine and I would have been just as stimulated. I am a dog. Jackie finally assented, going so far as to ask “Please?” as he looked away.


I licked my chops. Apparently, at some point I had started slavering again. I sat up, trying to figure out the logistics of this little tryst. I kept my hands where they were, rubbing my thumbs into the hollows of his hips. He shifted from side to side, liking the contact but wanting more. As I tried to come up with a way to make it work, Shelly gave me a “Gibbs” on the back of the head. “Have him sit, stupid.” I couldn't deny the appellation, since I had missed such a simple option. I had a wry grin on my face as I stood up. I bent down and pressed my muzzle to Jackie's. I hadn't intended for it to be anything special, but when I felt his tongue brush my lips, I felt I had no choice but to accept his offer. I deepened the kiss, probing his mouth as he probed mine. I unconsciously pressed ever harder, slowly bending the boy backwards, one hand in the small of his back, the other behind his neck. Both of his hands were gripping my sides, pulling his light body even closer.


Despite both of us remembering to breathe this time, I was still gasping when we finished. I held him tightly, my chin atop his head as he duplicated the earlier chest nuzzle. I felt his hardness flex against my thigh, and I was no longer willing to dally. I spun Jackie around and planted his semi-limp body on the edge of the couch. I kneeled down, sitting on my feet as I faced him. I looked over at my sister, and she was watching us, biting her lip, with one hand buried in her panties and the other gripping a nipple. She had moved so as to lean against the other arm of the couch, bracing herself as her fingers danced about her own body. She whined quietly, staring at her son's tumescence. 


I turned back to him, giving him my undivided attention. He braced both hands against the cushions, his purr catching when I leaned forward. I once again inhaled his perfume, loving how all of his smells: his skin, his soap, his arousal, his nervousness, how they all combined into a heady fragrance that tempted my overused nethers to rise from their sore stupor. It must be true what they say, that the mind is the largest sexual organ. My privates hadn't actually stirred, but there were few times in my life that I had ever been so aroused. My slobber flowed freely, dripping onto the tile. I licked the large bead of clear pre that started to slowly roll over the engorged spines of my boy's pointed tip.


I reached forward, wrapping a hand around his shaft. I studied it closely, just because I hadn't paid too much attention to it before now. It stood at about 4.5 inches long, tapering to a point from it’s fairly substantial base. It curved towards his belly when he sat, but when he was standing, it was more like it only angled upwards. I ran my thumb up and down his length, liking the way his hard, rubbery spines pulsated against my fingers and palm. After several times of doing that, I simply closed my fingers, applying pressure in time to his flexing. The uneven rhythm of stiffening and relaxing caused all kinds of interesting sensations in my hand. He grew dry, which I knew from personal experience to be extremely uncomfortable, so I caught some of the puddling drool I was making and slathered it over his whole dick. I resumed my massage, lubed with my spit, and he soon began to twist about. His pitiful whine of “Papa!” forced me to relent, but I only changed to jerking him off.


Jack-Jack was bowing his back, wanting to hump towards me, but unwilling to move from where I had set him. I looked up into his face, halting my motions. “Jackie. As much as I enjoy you letting me toy with you like this, I don’t mind if you want to take charge. Otherwise, I’m just going to keep dicking around.” He groaned, and it was obvious it was in reaction to my pun, not my handjob. After he removed his hand from his face, he looked down at me and smiled. “I like the way you play with me. It’s kinda nice to be your toy…” He blushed and covered his mouth, visibly surprised that he had let that slip. I blushed as well, never having considered myself a dom or the like. I cleared my throat, looking down. I leaned in and kiss his leaking tip where it poked above my fist. “Thank you. I’ll try not to disappoint. Still true though. Ask and you shall receive.” I slowly stroked up and down with one hand, rubbing his leg from below with the other. He was just so soft.


His fur was soft, true, but i was paying more attention to the leg beneath it. I could tell he was in decent shape, there wasn’t really “flab” anywhere on his body. Yet somehow, even one of the largest muscle groups in the body, his thighs, were soft to the touch. They felt like, if I had the desire, I could poke a finger all the way to his femur. I continued my tactile journey down his leg, my hand slowly engulfing his buttock. I know there’s fat here, I’ve been watching it jiggle from the corner of my eyes for years. But it was actually firmer than his leg. I ended up marveling at the difference, and distractedly rubbed his leg all the way to the back, alternating between groping a palmful of tender ass and gently digging my fingers into the delicate leg in my grasp. I don’t think he noticed that my strokes on his member had slowed with my focus being split like that. Especially since he shuddered and cried my name out once more, “Papa, Papa!” 


I was delighted by the relative fountain of spooge that shot into the air, the first shot landing in strings on my muzzle. I quickly leaned in and covered the widening tip that was the only part visible of his cock. Three more bursts landed on my tongue, and I finished by sucking hard on that tip. I held his seed in my mouth, letting my son’s unique flavor and odor seep into every corner of my head. Then, it occurred to me: a toy should be played with. I rose from my heels while staying on my knees, our faces drawing level. I admired his distant gaze and the panting I had visited upon him, but I wanted more. I pressed our noses together, and sharply exhaled. Given how strong his smell was to me, I was confident that Jackie was going to get at least a very strong whiff of his own scent. He gave a weak, “Oh!” and I sealed our mouths together. I pulled his chin up and let the mix of my saliva and his cum drain into his waiting maw. 


I broke away and watched him taste himself. I felt him twitch in my grip, no longer softening. I softly kneaded him back to hardness, settling back to the floor as I did. I let go, slowly licking my hand clean. He watched me as I collected the semen on my face and sucked it off of my fingers. Another twitch. I grinned. “Well, that was fun. Is there anything else?” Shelly changed positions, settling next to the young tom. He glanced at his mother, and she wiggled her eyebrows. He was obvious in his desire, but I wanted him to ask for it. No, I kind of wanted him to demand it. Huh. I… I guess I have a little of a submissive streak. I mostly wanted him to be more confident, but, yeah. There was definitely an undercurrent there. He tried what had worked last time. “Please?” I quirked an eyebrow. “Please, um, down there…” I spun my hand in a “go on” motion. The dam broke. “Papa, please suck my penis!”


“That’s more like it. Let your partner know what you want, but don’t forget to be polite. Now, sometimes it’s ok to be more… insistent, but that’s a discussion for another time.” I nodded along as Shelly took the words out of my mouth, adding another little tidbit. “Right now, though, this is a cock.” I lightly flicked his turgid member, and finished by saying, “And I will gladly suck it.” I wrapped my hands around my son’s legs, tilting forward until I could reach my prize. I licked the cloudy bead that had gathered right at the tip of his dick, then gave it a full swipe. The nubs scraped across my tongue enjoyably, and I went lower. I drew a slow figure eight around his balls. They were decently sized, about as big as large grapes, and his scrotum was tight over them. Dusted with a thin layer of fur, the tight sack wiggled. I had long read stories on the subject, but I was once again in virgin territory. So I decided to give Jackie a reminder. “Don’t forget, if you don’t like something, tell me.”


He nodded quickly, his desire for me to get back down to business transparent. I looked him in the eye again, then lowered my head. I was unsure of what I was about to do next, but willing to try. I lightly wrapped my lips around a single ball, gently sucking it. He gasped, grabbing at my head. I stopped immediately, checking his reaction. “You okay? Did that hurt?” A quick denial. “I’m fine, Papa. Didn’t hurt. Felt… weird…” I kissed the wet sack, then massaged the other nut with my tongue. Another gasp, but I didn’t stop this time. I licked up his shaft, caressing his legs and ass as I got into the mood. I used my tongue on all of him, wiping the slick underside of it along his tip, wrapping the grainy top around his spines. I stopped assaulting his nuts and shifted to his dick.


I stopped and stared at it. My brain tried to lock up, not because I was rejecting the act, but out of worry that I wouldn’t be good enough. I inhaled, then looked to my son. Lack of experience hadn’t stopped him. My thoughts must have been obvious, since he smiled at me through his panting. “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” I nodded and began to pull him into my mouth. I could feel his heartbeat. I hadn’t paying such close attention last time, plus it had ended so fast. A few dribbles on my tongue strengthened the scent that was fairly echoing through my head. I bobbed down, taking him to his root. Let me tell you, four inches is a lot more than you’d expect, at least when it’s in your mouth. The flexing spines against the back of my tongue were a sensation I hadn’t prepared for, and it nearly made me gag. I held back the reaction out of sheer willpower, and tried to make his first real blowjob memorable. At least, the first one from me.


I slowly bobbed and sucked, letting my tongue dance over the boy’s firmness. I was bracing myself with my grip on his cheeks, pulling my head to him with every stroke. I felt my teeth scrape him every now and again, but he paid it no mind. He grabbed my ears, holding on for dear life as I increased my speed. I wondered if he would like this next part. I sank down, taking his length, then reached with my tongue and pulled his tight sack into my maw as well. I massaged all of him I could, and I knew it had paid off. His grip strengthened, my ears painful as he cried out his release. “Ah-Papa, I’m-PAPA!” He didn’t have much left in him, but it was thick and flavorful, the salty musk of it sending a tingle down my back. I don’t actually like the way it tastes, but what it represents, the intimacy and pleasure? If I wasn’t tapped out myself, I probably would have sprayed the floor. I considered holding on until he softened, but I was getting uncomfortable in this position. I cleaned him, swallowed everything, and sat straight. I looked at Shelly, whose breasts were heaving in exertion. She licked her fingers, fluids coating them, strings between them and her lips. My smile quickly turned to a frown as I saw where the rest of the puddle was.


“Dammit, Shelly! My couch!!”