Birthday At The Secret Eden Club

Alvin sat and swung his legs over the concrete steps outside his middle school. The young gray tabby cat was off in his own little world, tail swinging absently, while the other cubs walked by to either board buses or be joined by their parents in their cars. He exchanged farewells and good wishes with his classmates as they wished him a happy birthday. It was his thirteenth, today, and his mother had been talking up what a big surprise she had in store for him all that month! Alvin had allowed his mind to wander and guess at what his present might be. A new video game system? A bike? Tickets to a movie? He was confident it wouldn't be something like another suit to wear once at a family gathering, only to gather dust in his closet for the rest of time. No, she acted far too cheery for it to be something like that.

The honk of a familiar horn wrested him from his thoughts. A sky-blue SUV pulled up to the curb and rolled down its passenger window. In the driver's seat was a gray tabby mama in casual shirt and jeans. “Hop in, little man!” his mother called to him. Alvin practically flew off of the steps and got in the car. His mother reached over and wrapped him in a big, warm hug. “Mmmmm-Mm! Happy Birthday, 'fluffy-muffin',” she said to him softly.

“Hehe, thanks Mom,” Alvin replied, slightly muffled by his voluptuous mother's embrace.

“So~,” she began, settling back in her seat, “is my big boy ready for his special surprise?”

“Yes, Mom!” Alvin bounced slightly in his seat in anticipation.

“I'm glad, baby,” his mother smiled warmly, “but if its gonna be a surprise, you can't see it coming! Here.” She opened the glove compartment of the car and took out a black rag. She then unfolded it and tied it over Alvin's eyes. “There! Be a good boy and keep that on for me, okay? No peeking!”

“Okay, Mom!” Alvin answered, obediently. He heard his mother put the car in gear and begin driving. He mused quietly about his present again. What could it be, that she would go to this length? His hands balled into fists in his lap in sheer giddiness! This was gonna be a great birthday!

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How long had they been driving, he wondered. Alvin obediently resisted the urge to lift the blindfold, so far, but the noises outside told him they had entered the city. Other cars, loud music, and incoherent ramblings of passers-by rose and fell in volume. Alvin wasn't an impatient young cat, by most standards, but sitting in place for so long, unable to even see what was going on, was starting to make him a bit stir-crazy. As if sensing this, his mother laid a hand on his shoulder and said, “we're almost there, kitty-cat. You're doing so good, being so patient!”

“Yes, Mom,” Alvin replied, her praise emboldening his resolve to not peek. Soon, after a final turn, the noises of the city began to die out altogether. Their engine, however, was still echoing off of something. Walls? Were they inside a building? After a few more minutes of driving, their car ride finally came to an end.

“Okie-dokie, Alvie,”Alvin's mother sang as she turned off the car and reached over to untie her son's blindfold, “we're here!” The young tabby rubbed and blinked the dots out of his eyes after the fabric fell from his face. When he could see again, he saw that they were in an alley. A HUGE alleyway! Alvin looked out the rear windshield and struggled to try and see the street they turned off of behind them. Out his window, he saw a large, red-brick wall with a big set of metal-looking double-doors. The doors had no knobs, handles, or any other kind of device for opening, which confused Alvin somewhat. By the time he had finished that thought, his mother had already unbuckled and was stepping out of the car, and he rushed to follow her. He quickly came to his mother's side and held her hand. The wall and doors had no signs, logos, or otherwise identifying marks, only the wear and tear of time.

“Where are we?” Alvin asked. He hadn't a clue what his surprise could be, anymore. He couldn't hear anything from beyond the doors, or even outside the massive alleyway. The only sound came from the wind, and it made him nervous.

“A very special place, sweetie,” his mother answered, her tone unchanged. “Mommy used to work here for a long time. I still pop in every now and again.” She turned to him and smiled wider. “You're gonna have so much fun, inside! I promise!”

“O-Okay,” Alvin said back. He trusted his mother, but something about this still felt... odd. She walked up to the door and knocked. The sound echoed all the way down the alley, making Alvin wince. A metallic sound, maybe a lock, resonated from the doors, and one opened slightly outward. Alvin's mother pulled it open the rest of the way, and led her son through, closing it after them. The room, if it could be called that, was dimly lit by a big, bright neon sign over another set of doors on the opposite brick wall. The sign said 'SECRET EDEN'. This time, the doors had clear handles, and were opened by someone inside. A curvy, bouncy, brown wolf-dog stood in the doorway. She wore an ill-fitting outfit of red tube-top, long black boots that went all the way up to her thighs, and micro jeans that appeared to be ripped to look like panties. Her face was brightened by lemon-yellow lipstick and eye-liner, and she looked absolutely delighted to see the two cats.

“Jasmine!” She called out, happy as could be.

“Teresa!” Alvin's mother shouted in kind. The canine bounded out and almost leapt into the mother's arms. “I know I've been gone for a while...”

“No sweat, gal-pal! No sweat! You're always welcome here,” Teresa said, kissing her on the cheek, before directing her attention to Alvin. “Aww~! This must be the birthday boy!” The wolf-dog bent forward to face the small tabby. Her enormous breasts threatened to burst out of the tiny garment and her nipples were partly showing! Alvin's face reddened like a flare and he grabbed onto his mother's leg, averting his gaze bashfully.

“Now now, darling,” Jasmine chided her cub, “its okay. Introduce yourself, properly.”

The younger cat shakily returned his attention to the bodacious canine. He noticed that her jean-panties were unzipped! “He-... Hello.... My N-name is... is Alvin...” he muttered.

Teresa giggled and said, “Pleasure to meet you, Alvin. I hear you're thirteen today!”

“Y-y-yes, ma'am,” he managed to say, before diving his face into his mother's leg.

Jasmine chuckled and added, “he's still a bit shy around pretty girls.”

“Is he, now?” Teresa grunted as she stood back up, “well... We'll soon fix that~.” She turned and beckoned the cats to follow her. Alvin didn't want to move for a few seconds, but followed his mother when she started walking. They entered the vestibule of the club and began walking down one of the halls. The actual inside of the building was a sudden transition from chilly and quiet to warm and noisy. The floor was carpeted in a plush, red material and the walls were some sort of fine wood panels. It smelled funny to Alvin, in this place. It sounded funny, too. All around him were the sounds of bouncing bed frames, softly booming music, and girls making noises. Noises he remembered girls making when he watched videos on the computer. The ones he would watch when his parents were out, that made his pants get really tight. What was this place?

“So, 'Terri',” his mother began, acting as though all this was normal, “after my employee discount, how much will this,” she glanced at the confused cub, then continued, “service cost?”

The wolf-dog stopped in her tracks and turned to Jasmine, “Discount? Please, girlfriend! You don't have to pay a thing!”

“What?!” Alvin's mother gasped.

“You didn't know? As soon as I asked around about who'd like to be your little man's party favor, you got three volunteers on the spot!”

“Three?” Jasmine grabbed her son's hand and squeezed it gently, “Oh Teresa, I dunno... I mean, he's...” she glanced at Alvin again, then leaned over to whisper in Teresa's ear, “he's very... gentle... He's my little kitty-cat.”

“'Jazz',” Teresa whispered back, hugging her friend and squishing their massive bosoms together. “We know what we're doing. I mean, you've had your fair share young customers back in the day, right?”

“Well... Yeah, but,” Alvin's mom looked unsure, which made him look unsure right back.

“He'll be fine, trust us... Trust me.” She released the cat mom from their embrace. “Besides, you'll be right there in the room with him, like you requested.”

Jasmine looked down at her cub again, before turning back to Teresa and saying, “Alright, I trust you.”

They continued walking down the hall until they reached a door with red-quilted padding and gold frame. There was a golden plate on it, with Alvin's name! The blushing tabby didn't know what to make of any of this. He looked up at Jasmine and said, “Mom...?”

“Its okay, Alvin,” she assured him, “go on.” She and Teresa each placed a hand on his shoulders as he pulled on the door handle and opened it slowly. The inside of the room was all fine velvet-red and gold finish! The same quilting covered the walls, broken by gold frames. There was a dresser with a lit-mirror, two comfy looking chairs in either corner, and what was easily a king size, heart-shaped bed. It had a red duvet and white pillows, but it was what was sitting on the bed that secured the birthday boy's attention.

Laying about the bed in all manner of alluring poses were three big, mature, busty feline bimbos! A tiger with fiery-red hair and glowing red eyes to match, an extremely fluffy lynx with bleach-blonde locks, and a snow leopard with flowing blue hair and gorgeous long tail! Each of them wore nothing but a shiny red ribbon tied around their huge racks in big, beautiful bows! They were also adorned in thick, garish makeup, similar to Teresa's; Blue-ish gray for the tigress, bright red for the lynx, and royal purple for the leopard! When the door opened, all their eyes fixed on the little tabby cat and they all spoke at once...

“Happy Birthday, Alvin~!”

Alvin went rigid, shaking heavily. His tail bristled and his ears clamped down. His eyes felt like they were going to fly out of his head! The hand he was holding with his mother gripped tight and all of the adults chuckled. “Okay, Okaaay,” Teresa cooed. She rubbed the top of his head, “its alright, little guy! This is your present!”

“M-my... My... present...?” he asked, incredulous.

“Now, Alvin,” Jasmine said, her voice taking on an instructive tone, “don't go playing dumb.” She bent down to his ear and whispered, “Mommy knows what you've been doing on the computer, you naughty kitty.” Alvin stood even straighter and shook more. She knew?! But then... She wanted him to.... His present was.... that?! The three beauties on the bed leaned in together and whispered something Alvin couldn't hear. They looked back at him and giggled. No, they weren't looking at him... What were they... He looked down and saw the bulge in his pants! Was this really happening?!

“Well, let's not stand on ceremony,” Teresa said. She led the mother and son into the room and then turned back to leave. “Have fun, kitties!” she announced, then looked at Alvin, and said “And a very Happy Birthday to you, honey!” She left and closed the door without another word.

The feline trio on the bed stood up and walked up to the tabby boy, deliberately swaying their hips and bouncing their tits. Alvin unconsciously tried to step back from the approaching females, but bumped into his mother. She gently grabbed his shoulders. “Its okay, fluffy-muffin,” she cooed to him, drawing a giggle from the other women, “they're not gonna hurt you.”

“Yeah, shugah! In fact,” the luscious lynx chimed in, turning and grabbing a handful of her ass, “we wanna make you feel real good!” She smacked her butt for punctuation, making it jiggle.

“We like having fun with boys, big or small,” the snow leopard added, stretching her arms upward and poking out her chest.

“And we wanna make your first time special,” concluded the tigress, who bent forward and brought a finger under Alvin's chin. He looked up into her glowing red eyes and felt a warm tingle race through him.

“Woooah...” he sighed, shuddering at all the attention.

“I hope you don't mind, sweetie,” Jasmine began, “I thought asking for feline ladies, specifically, would make things more comfortable. Is that okay?” His only answer was a nod while his jaw hung open. The adults giggled again. “I'm so glad, honey-bunch! Now, Mommy's gonna be over here in a chair, if you need her, okay?”

“O-Okay, Mom,” he stammered out. He was starting to shake a little less, now, and he allowed his tail to move freely again. Jasmine sat in one of the chairs as the trio of temptresses guided her son to the bed. They set him on the edge of the bed and sat all around him. He swiveled his head around to look at the voluptuous felines surrounding him. His eye caught his mother's, and she had a familiar look on her face. The look that meant he was forgetting something... “Oh! Uh... H-hello... Its a p-pleasure to.... to meet you.”

The ladies cooed in approval of his show of manners, and Jasmine nodded silently. The leopard spoke up first and said, “the pleasure's all ours, young sir. You can call me Gwen, by the way.”

“And I'm Claire,” the tigress added, her hands already wandering over his shoulders.

“Linda,” the Lynx declared, as she set her head down in the tabby's lap, staring up at him. She felt the bulge in his pants poke against the back of her head and said, “oh, my! Nice to meet you, too, shugah!”

“Uhhhh....” Alvin's red face sunk into his shoulders somewhat.

“Would you like to... unwrap your presents?” asked Claire. The tigress pulled Alvin further back onto the bed while the other two girls crawled over. Claire joined the other two and they all sat shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the young tabby, smiling. In unison, they grabbed a piece of their ribbons and pulled slowly, undoing their bows. All three pairs of big cat breasts bounced out of their restraints and into full view of the birthday boy. Alvin was speechless, but still shook nervously.

Jasmine cleared her throat for attention. “Claire, dear? Would you mind... um, doing that...” she paused, trying to find the correct words, “thing... you do? With your eyes?”

“Huh...? Oh, sure!” Claire brought her hand to his chin again, and made eye contact. Her red eyes glowed and made Alvin feel that warm tingle again. His shaking slowed and stopped, his breathing calmed, and his ears finally relaxed.

“Thanks, hun,” Jasmine said, then she addressed her son, “see, sweetie? Nothing to worry about.”

“Y-... Yeah... wow... what was that?” The cub muttered.

“Just a little trick I can do. Its part of my... Condition... but enough about me.”

“Yeah, come on, kitty-cat,” Gwen said, bringing her super-long tail up behind Alvin's back, nudging him closer. “You can touch us. You know you want to!” He didn't hesitate. He stood on his knees and casually crawled over to the three ladies. He felt at ease. Whatever spell the tigress had subjected him to erased his earlier shyness completely! He reached out both arms and took as much of the snow leopard's huge breasts in his hands as he could. They were warm and tender, and her fur was so soft! “Yeeeah~! That's the spirit, handsome!” she purred, laying an encouraging hand on his shoulder.

Another hand crept out from one side and took one of his. “Don't hog him all to yourself,” Claire said playfully, shoving his hand straight into her own buxom. Hers felt just as amazing as Gwen's!

A third set of hands approached him from the other side. “Looks like your hands are full, junior. Guess that means I get to do this!” Linda cradled Alvin's head in her hands and pushed it into her chest! The lynx's cleavage was deafening and hot, though he couldn't tell if the heat came from her, or his own breathing. After a few seconds, she released him from the embrace, letting him breath. His face felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't keep himself from purring.

The ladies began undressing the birthday boy, starting with his shirt and shoes. They unceremoniously tossed his clothes off the bed and paused when they had him on his butt in just his underwear. A loud, deep purring rumbled from the three mature felines as they bent down to lick and nibble at the bulge in his undies, their tails swinging every which way. Their painted lips left all manner of colored stains on his tidy-whiteys. He didn't shake or stammer, but his breathing grew hot and heavy, and his purring grew to match theirs.

Jasmine watched the scene from her chair and felt warm in her chest. She was so proud of her brave cub, about to take on three pantherine pussies! Having that thought, however, caused the warmth in her chest to get hotter, and sink deeper down. The adult tabby idly grabbed for one of her breasts and her breath heavy. Was this turning her on? How naughty! She bit her lip and squeezed her tit harder, just as she caught Alvin looking her way. She grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “Go gettum, big boy!”

Claire took the waistband of his briefs in her fangs and finally ripped them off. The three bimbos gasped in admiration for his member. “Hot damn, kiddo!” Linda exhaled, her eyes wide, “not bad! Not bad at all!” Alvin's penis stood erect at about six and a half inches long and had a nice, fat girth. His barbs had only just started to come in—meaning all he had on his tip were sensitive nubs—and his freshly grown scrotum swelled under his gray fluff.

“Indeed,” concurred Gwen, her purple-painted eyes fluttering, “a fine instrument, for someone your age, handsome!” She reached down to cup his fluffy balls in her hand.

“Soo juicy,” muttered the tigress, drool pouring over her silver lip, “I just gotta have a taste!” She dipped her head down and dragged her rough feline tongue along Alvin's shaft. Not wanting to fall behind, Gwen immediately went for the tabby's balls, lapping at his little bag with her own tickly tongue.

“Wuuaahh! Haaah! Huuuh! Hoohhh! Ohhmy GOSH!” Alvin blurted out, almost losing balance. Linda came up from behind and grabbed him. She rested his head in her soft buxom as the other two chowed down on his junk.

“Mmmm~... Look at em go, shugah,” the lynx purred in his ear, “they're mighty hungry for cock, aren't they?” Claire took his length into her mouth and began sucking, pulling it to one side. Gwen did likewise, sucking his balls into her mouth and pulling in the opposite direction. “Dayum!” Linda remarked. Alvin groaned in bliss and his eyes rolled back. “They don't get to do that very often! You sure are gettin a Happy Birthday, kiddo!”

In the chair in the corner, his mother's breathing turned into moans of her own. Her jeans had somehow found their way to her ankles and she dove a hand under her panties. Her other hand twisted and squeezed the one breast she pulled out from under her shirt. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered under her breath, “give it to em! Drive my baby-boy crazy!”

The tiger and leopard traded snacks—Gwen taking his gray-smeared dick as Claire tongued his purple-marked balls—and Alvin gripped the bed cover in his fists. His little hips began bucking and thrusting on their own and his chest heaved with every breath. Just as he was reaching his limit, Linda grabbed his chin and gently lifted his head back. The lynx then angled hers down and gave the tabby a big, wet kiss! Her tongue danced with his, her crimson lipstick rubbed and smeared on his face, and their hot breaths washed all over. His moans rose to shouts, then shrieks, muffled in her maw. His hips jerked and twitched—as did his ears—and his legs kicked out with curled toes!

Alvin's cock throbbed hard as the first shot caught Gwen by surprise. “MMM!! Lllaahh~!” she released his member from her dripping mouth, letting it spray his load freely. Claire felt his balls pulsate and pulled away just in time. They lapped and licked at his cock for as much cum as they could catch!

“Hey, wait for me!” Linda called out, diving in to get her share. Alvin flopped onto his back, panting and moaning as the three cats clambered for a taste. They purred and giggled as they gobbled up his cock-milk. When they finished licking his cock and each other clean, the ladies crawled up to the gasping cat boy, closing in and wrapping him in a big snuggley heap. The world became a big, stripey, spotty, kissy, grabby, fluffy blur to Alvin. He couldn't tell which way was up or even where his limbs were. From his point of view, he might as well have been flying!

Steam puffed out of Jasmine's slack mouth as she slumped in her chair. This was all so hot! She came just as her little Alvin did, dampening her panties and the chair cushion. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the purring, giggling mass of feline lust on the bed. She could barely make out words past all the purring, hearing the ladies tell her son he was 'yummy,' 'scrumptious,' or a 'stud-muffin.' “Atta boy, Alvie...” she whispered.

By the time they had settled down, they were all covered with marks and smears of the ladies' makeup colors. When Alvin could see straight again, he found himself on his knees, with his nearly-erect member up against the tigress' plump butt! “We're not done, yet, Birthday Boy!” she moaned. She wiggled her hips and brushed her tail across his face. “You're getting the full experience. From all of us!”

“That's right, shugah” Linda cut in, grabbing Claire's cheeks and spreading them, “all us pussy cats are yours for the fillin!”

“Mmmn, as many times as you like~!” Gwen murmured, hugging Alvin from behind. The cub grabbed handfuls of Claire's stripey ass and rubbed his cock up and down her rump. “That's it, hon,” the leopard softly cheered him on, “Give it to her. She wants your baby-maker, so bad. She needs it!”

The tigress looked back at him and nodded, biting her lip. “Damn right, I do~!” Alvin's breath quickened and he lined himself up with her nethers. His tip sank into her soaking wet opening and they both moaned out in pleasure. Gwen gave his butt a firm squeeze—causing him to let out an adorably shrill meow—and he thrust fully into Claire's pussy! “AAAH!” she shrieked, before swinging her head around to glare at the snow leopard with flushed cheeks. “BITCH!”

Linda burst out laughing, falling back on the bed. “His voice!! Ha-how cute can this kid get?!” The tigress did not look amused. “Ahah! Ahh... Aw come on, red. You've had bigger!”

“Yeah yeah, but,” Claire pouted for a moment, “We're supposed to start gently with him, after all.”

“You're right, you're right,” Gwen said, coming down from her own chuckle and patting Alvin's bottom, “I'm sorry, Alvin. That was mean of me.”

“Th-thanks,” he muttered, embarrassed by the noise he made, “I'm okay though, I think.” he slowly pulled out from Claire's behind, then slowly pumped in and out. “Mmmnnn... Nnnaahhh! Huuuh!”

“Mmmnnnn~! Yeah! Give it to me, Alvin~!” the tigress purred, hooding her eyes comfortably. “That's a good boy! That's a good.. Oh... Oh Alvin!” He was picking up speed, and his hands squeezed her ass tighter! “Don't Stah-HAH~! Don't stop!” She gripped the sheets, the red in her face deepened, and her tongue started to wag out.

Gwen giggled from behind him as his tail wrapped around the leopard's leg, “the young ones always have so much energy!”

“Dayum,” Linda said, encouragingly, “you go, shugah! Pound her good!” Alvin humped away at the moaning tigress' rear with a mixed expression of bliss and stress. The Lynx brought her hands back to Claire's ass and spanked it every so often, making her yelp. The tabby and tigress grunted and purred, picking up even more speed.

Jasmine's pussy started getting hot again and her chest swelled with even more pride. Hearing the slutty cats cheer on her baby boy, and the explicit ecstasy the tiger was experiencing from him, made her feel so happy as a parent. She remembered, back in her heyday at this amazing place, when she spent the night with a magnificent specimen of an oxen. Oh he was enormous, and had amazing stamina, and all the girls wanted a piece of him. However, she couldn't for the life of her remember his name. Because after just one hour in her care, it wasn't his name echoing down the halls that night. The tabby mama was delighted—and more than a little aroused—to learn that her sexual prowess had been passed to the next generation. She pulled both her breasts out of her shirt and started playing with herself again.

“Huuh! HuuuaaAAAHH!! HAAAH!!” Alvin's voice climbed and his pace spiked sharply, thrusting into Claire's booty like a piston!

“AH~! YES! OH KITTY, YES YES YESSZ~!!” the tigress squealed, squeezing one of her bouncing tits, “CUM INSIDE ME! KNOCK ME UP WITH YOUR BABY-MAKER!!”

“WUH... WHAT?!” Alvin stammered. His cheeks flushed an even deeper red and his ears folded down again, but his pace didn't slow.

The other two ladies shared a quick glance, grinned, then snapped into motion. Linda reached for Claire's pussy, rubbing her clit, and Gwen dove a hand down and under the tabby's butt to grab his balls! Then they brought their mouths up to Alvin's folded ears. “its okay, shugah! You can do it,” the lynx purred in his ear, “don't pull out! Put a big, sticky bun in her oven!”

“She wants your cubs so bad, Alvin,” purred the leopard in his other ear, “Give her a huge litter! A nice big baby-bump!” They both leaned and and licked at the birthday boy's red cheeks and face! This combined with the dirty talk sent him completely over the edge. Alvin's body tensed and quaked, and his voice cracked as he pumped the tiger-bimbo's pussy with spurt after spurt of his seed. The other two lady cats wrapped their arms around the young tabby, cooing in his ear, whispering things like 'good boy,' and 'let it all out.'

“YEEEEESSS~!” Claire cried out in joy, “Aaahhhh! It's so thi-... so thick and wa-... waaarrrmmmm~!” She rolled her eyes back and gnawed on the bedding, mewing in bliss. The tigress slowly pulled herself away from Alvin's cock, letting his cum spill out of her loins. “Fva-... Fvank vou~.”

“You see?” Gwen breathed in his ear, “She loved it! Good job, Alvin.” She rubbed his shoulders encouragingly.

“I'll say,” the lynx said, “that's a mighty fine view!” She turned to the cub, “now, let's get the boy some refreshment before we continue.” On either side of the bed were nightstands with small cupboards. Linda opened one and found all manner of toys and substances. Dildos, beads, vibrators, paddles, crops, leashes, collars, lubricants, lotions, aphrodisiacs, performance enhancers... Ah! There was the water! She opened the bottle and brought it to Alvin's lips.

Jasmine was practically pouring out of her chair, having rubbed herself off a second time. Her vision was a little blurry, and when it came back to focus she found the leopard and lynx giving Alvin some water. Where was tiger?

“Having fun over here?” Claire said in a melodious tone, causing the tabby mother to jump back into her seat. She was standing next to Jasmine's chair, leaking the cub's cum from her nethers. A trail of stains on the floor marked the path she walked.

“Wha?! Uhh! Where...” she stammered, face a crimson red. She closed her legs and pulled her shirt back down over her tits.

The tigress giggled and knelt down to meet Jasmine at eye level. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, “You're welcome to join in anytime.”

“What!? Me!? But...” she paused, unable to stop herself from considering Claire's invitation, “I can't! he's my son!”

“And?” Claire retorted, “did you forget where we are? Anything and everything is possible, here! You remember about me and my brother, don't you?”

“I mean, yeah... but...” It was becoming more and more difficult for Jasmine to resist Claire's proposition. Her train of thought was broken by more moaning and grunting coming from the bed. Gwen was once again cradling Alvin from behind—nestling his head in her massive cleavage—while Linda humped and bounced on his lap! The lynx sang out in pleasure as the little tabby grabbed hold of her titanic kitty titties. Gwen leaned in to make out with her, and her stubby tail wagged wildly.

“Mmm~ just look at them go,” Claire purred, rubbing her dripping pussy. She looked back at Jasmine and caught her drooling at the sight. “You want a taste, don't you?” Claire asked. Before the mother could decline, she found the tigress' fingers in front of her nose, sticky with her son's seed! His scent entered her nostrils and her eyes fluttered, losing focus. Without any instruction, she gently grabbed Claire's hand and guided the fingers inside her mouth. It tasted so sweet! She danced her tongue all around the tigress' fingers as her other hand moved on its own back under her panties.

“OH YES, SHUGAH! YES! DO IT! GIMME A BELLY FULLA KITTENS!!” Linda shrieked, drawing their attention back to the bed. The bed sheets flapped around chaotically as the lynx worked her spotty ass up and down on the birthday boy's crotch at mach speed! Alvin's shrieks could barely be heard over Linda's, muffled as it was by both pairs of enormous feline breasts. Jasmine and Claire could see his little legs jerk and kick out from under the lynx's wide rump as he unloaded inside her, as well as Gwen dragging her tongue all along his noggin.

“Oooh,” Claire cooed, approvingly, “I felt that one from here~.” She looked down at the cub's mom, who was still sucking on her fingers, feverishly horny. She giggled and helped Jasmine out of her seat. “Come on, sexy-mama,” she spoke to her softly, “you deserve to be happy, just like him.” Claire led her by the hand to the bed while the other cats climbed into the next position. Alvin was too dazed to notice them walk up before Gwen laid his head down on the pillows and reverse-straddled his lap. The younger tabby's penis was still semi soft, and the leopard smiled a devilish grin.

“How about you warm him up for me?” the Gwen invited, leaning back over the cub. Jasmine hesitated for a moment, then complied. Her resistance melted away with all the encouragement she was getting from the other ladies, not to mention their scents. She bent down and began lapping at her son's balls, then up his slowly expanding shaft. His moans rose and wavered, and he felt like he was falling. Clearly, she hadn't lost her touch.

Linda laid her head under the tabby MILF's chest and sucked on her nipples while playing with her own; her thighs dripped cum down onto the bedding. Claire, meanwhile, went around back and snacked on Jasmine's pussy—giving plenty of attention to her cheeks and thighs, too—and the room filled with the purrs and moans of all five cats.

Soon enough, Alvin reached peak hardness again and—unbeknownst to him—his mother guided his cock inside the eager leopard's pussy. Gwen rode on his dick without preamble, her huge rack bouncing and bobbing on her chest hypnotically, and her tail wrapped softly around Alvin's neck like a big, fluffy collar. She panted and groaned as she fucked the cub's cock, meanwhile his mother let her tongue slide over the leopard's pussy. Linda and Claire moved up to Gwen's sides, sucking on her bouncing tits. Brave little Alvin actually began thrusting up into his current partner's nethers with each impact, drawing a delighted meow from her.

It didn't take very much of this to make the tabby cub start to raise his voice in warning of yet another climax. The tigress and lynx immediately moved to his sides and caressed his head and chest, cheering him on. Jasmine in turn took her son's balls in her mouth and sucked hard.

“Oh yeah, sweetie?” Claire teased, “is it Gwen's turn to have your cubs?”

“GODS, YES!” Gwen screamed, cresting the hill of her own orgasm, “PLEASE! I WANNA HAVE HIS TABBIES SO BAD!!!”

“Who's a good little breeder?” Linda joined in, “you are! Oh yes you are, ya little cum-factory!”

Alvin's head and loins were on fire, everything else almost felt numb! He was seconds away from exploding inside his third birthday present. But wait a second... If the leopard lady is on top of him, and the tiger and lynx were next to him... who was sucking his... MOM?!?!

Alvin's eyes squeezed shut and he thrust his hips as far up as he could. Cum burst from his member in giant shots and he emptied his lungs in toneless screams of ecstasy. All the females in the room cheered and praised the young tabby, purring beneath each breath. His penis slid out of Gwen's pussy and his baby-batter poured out of her. Jasmine dove her face in to lap up her son's cum, and her eyes rolled back from the taste! “So yummy...” she growled under her breath.

Gwen rolled off of him to one side—onto Claire, in fact—and Alvin got a good look at his mother slurping down his cum. “M-...Mom...?” he muttered.

“Oh fluffy-muffin,” she answered, still licking her lips, “I hope you don't mind. Mommy just couldn't help herself any longer. You've got me so turned on!” The other women all shared glances and silently decided their next course of action. Claire and Gwen both crawled over to Jasmine's sides and grabbed her legs. They then lifted the tabby mama onto her back and bent her legs up toward her chest. “Oh my!” she yelped gleefully.

“Whaddya say, sport?” Claire began, “How about showing mommy how good you are?”

Jasmine looked at the leopard and tiger, then up to the lynx crawling up behind her, and her eyes widened. “Yes! Oh yes, Alvin! Please,” she reached her arms out to her son, “come make love with Mommy!”

“Are... are you sure its okay?” he said, grabbing his tail, nervously.

“Of course it is, darling,” Gwen assured him, “this is a special place. A place where love can flow freely and all your dreams can come true!” He wasn't sure what a lot of that meant, but it satisfied him nonetheless. He walked on his knees up into his mother's arms, laying his almost-fully-erect member on her presented pussy.

“You're in for a good time, Jazz,” Linda murmured in Jasmine's ear, “little shugah's about as good in the sack as you!”

Alvin and his mother stared deep into each others eyes, their sexual tension like live electricity. Her hands griped his little shoulders tight, and he reached down to grab her hips. Slowly, Alvin lined himself up, and pushed his throbbing penis into the horny mother's hungry pussy! They both let out a deeply heartfelt groan, a shiver going through their bodies. Still keeping eye-contact, Alvin began thrusting into Jasmine, and the other cat's cheered on their incest.

“WOOO! Get in there, kitty,” Claire whooped and cheered.

“Mmm, how's he feel, Jasmine?” Gwen asked in a naughty tone, “is your son fucking you good?”

“Ohhhh YES!!” she cried, still staring into his eyes, “you're so good, Alvin! Don't stop! Mommy's loving it!” It was unclear if she was actually answering the leopard's question.

“Dayum, shugah!” Linda said, her gaze locked to his pistoning pole, “you're fuckin her like a champ! Maybe I should have let you top!”

“I'd certainly recommend it,” Claire added, and they all giggled.

The tabbies continued making love, oblivious to the bimbos' ramblings. They were off in their own little world, where all that mattered was their love. The love that only a mother and son could know. The red in their cheeks brightened in color, their breathing deepened and increased speed. Small wetness welled up in the corners of their eyes as they let themselves become overwhelmed with extreme emotion. Alvin humped his mother faster, gritting his teeth. Jasmine pulled her legs out of the other cats' grip and wrapped them around her boy's back.

“Woah!” Gwen exclaimed, as the leg she was holding jumped from her hands.

“Holy shit!” Claire blurted out, “Look at them go!”

“Oooh, now that's somethin special,” Linda remarked. The tigress, lynx and leopard all ceased their gossiping and simply watched their mating in awe. Their hands drifted down and rubbed their 'creamed pies' absently, as the parent and cub rapidly approached what was surely going to be a breathtaking climax.

Jasmine pulled her son's shoulders closer, his face now brushing against her big shaking breasts. Alvin reached his arms around her back, almost enclosing her in his embrace. Their pace increased even more, their ears folded in carnal panic, and their breathing gave way to repetitive moaning and panting! He craned his neck to look out from her cleavage, still staring into her eyes.

“Mom! MOMMY! I'M GONNA BLOW!!” Alvin yelled in her face.

“YOU CAN DO IT, FLUFFY-MUFFIN!” Jasmine screamed back, and grabbed his face with both hands, “MAKE MOMMY PROUD!!” She pulled him in for a long, deep, wet kiss! They both shrieked into each other's mouths, hands rubbing and caressing the each other's bright red faces and finally squeezing their eyes shut. They arched their backs and slammed their hips together in a blind, primal heat, as the tabby cub's seed rushed forth to fill every inch of his mother's insides. The surrounding females all gasped from the sheer potency of their love laid bare. They kept kissing and petting, their screams of bliss lowering to deep, loud purrs of indescribably powerful affection.

They slowly break the kiss and their eyes flutter open. Their breath is steam, wafting over their faces. Alvin is the first to speak, his words barely a whisper, carrying no voice or tone. “I love you, mommy.”

“I love you too, Alvin,” Jasmine breathed back, “Happy Birthday!”

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Teresa walked down the halls of the Secret Eden club with a very noticeable wobble in her step. Her tube-top was slightly torn in the front and she was missing her boots and jean-panties. That's just what happens when you've got an addiction for rough equine anal. She paused at an intersection of hallways and remembered she wanted to check up on Jasmine and her son. The wolf-dog turned and proceeded to find the VIP room she left them in. How long ago was that again? She couldn't remember. That last session with Heracles was intense. She arrived at the door with Alvin's name on it and slowly eased it open. The lights were dimmed and she heard purring... Lots of purring! She poked her head through to have a look.

All of the cats were on the bed in a tangled heap of bodies. The bedspread was a complete mess, with small tears and stains everywhere! She could just make out the birthday boy, wrapped in an embrace with his mother in the middle of the pile. They were all covered in patches of smeared makeup and thoroughly, thoroughly sticky! Teresa rolled her eyes and smiled to herself. “Heh, cats.” She silently closed the door.