It was a strange family, theirs. Mother, father, son... They were rarely seen intimately, coming or going they always seemed to be wearing similar stuff. As though their selection of clothing was limited. Which was a subtle cue. But, maybe they were down at heels? Unlikely. The parents had separate vehicles in a new development. The four bedroom homes surely bigger than needed?

Which, again... There never seemed to be any guests. Well, any more. If you had lived there long enough, the couple had arrived young and in love. A trickle of visitors, some repeats. They seemed quite sociable. Maybe it was their kid that had finally tamed the honeymoon phase of their lives. The quiet house parties given way to a permanent house guest.

Their child was quiet, not solemn-- His eyes were bright and his personality warmed up quickly. Young in appearance and small in stature. He was bold, almost brash when it came to challenging him. You never saw him at home, he was always somewhere else. Drawn to people like a moth to flame. A social satellite that orbited few frequently.

If you asked them, they'd only met his parents in similar ways, invited over and almost never hosted. The mother was dark, long haired and had a bold feline grace to her. The casual aloofness of a lioness in a much smaller package. The father was nearly a foot taller, a severe demeanour and a guarded front. One hip bulged slightly, hosting two phones, one care-worn and battered with the other secured. 

He was some sort of systems analyst, retired some time after his son was born. She was an ambassador, and of money. Her son similarly having taken priority the two of them together must have had a robust nest-egg. Maybe they made it big in the stocks, who knew; They never talked about work beyond needing to travel and they were glad to be settling down 'sometime soon'.

He, was a bobcat. Standing just under five feet, he had bright green eyes, long dark hair that was perpetually braided. A fondness for the colour red. His fur was a sandy brown with muddy rosettes and during the summer his airy almost effeminate tops revealed a heavy-cream stomach coat. His physique was petite, slender and soft. His mother rounding out his father's cut physique.

She was the dominant contributor to their son. Her short figure was plump-- Politely. The fur a dark brown with an even darker smattering of rosettes, almost invisible. Her front was discernibly lighter. but, not by much. The hair on her head was long, loose and had strands of unchecked grey in them. She was somewhere in her forties with time having been kind. Her clothing was always dark and understated, airy regardless of the weather. 

His father was a straight example of what you would want in muscle. Taller by nearly a foot, he wasn't going to stand out amongst the beefcakes. But, his physique was cut, supple. He favoured one leg and his hand was never far from it. His casual attire was staid, fitted and kept immaculate. His fur had grown longer, a dusty grey-come-brown. Though, his ears were all that was atop his head, any hair to speak of was kept trim and professional. A wolf to the core.

The years had been kind to all three of them. The son was entering high school that year, the final summer of 'being a kid' before being thrust into the undulating masses of hormones, uncertainty and a need to make it fit. "Your mother and I will be gone for the first couple weeks of school, we'll end up missing your first day." his father explained apologetically. "You're a tough kid, you'll be fine right?" he warmed, giving the boy a scratch along the jaw.

"It'll be alright, am I gonna be alone though?" he huffed, that usually meant he'd have to do his own laundry whenever anything got dirty. "Your aunt will be in to check on you. But, mostly you'll be on your own. Unless she decides to stay if you make her... Welcome enough." he said with a sly turn of his mouth.  

"Where're you guys leaving?" he asked, his mother responded "In a couple days. But, I'll be leaving after your dad, it'll be just us for a couple days kiddo." she smiled at him with a wink. His dad sniffed, feigning a whine. "Don't have too much fun without me." he mumbled. Sinking back into the armrest of the sofa. 

"Now c'mere Azul, you're neglecting your father." he played up that sad angle and patted the side beside him. The boy obeyed, his slender figure fit comfortably his father's arm. Fur on fur it was warm in the slightly cool air of their climate controlled home. "You boys behave, I'm going to go sort out dinner." his mother mentioned. The woman lifting herself from the sofa with a little wobble. 

She disappeared briefly behind the couch, kissing them both upside down before she left entirely. The panties she had on already becoming a victim. "Still good to go?" his father asked. One large hand cupping the boy's bottom. A work-worn finger sliding into the cleft between his furred cheeks. "Was only the first time." he said in low tones and bated breath.

The fur on the older wolf's thigh was growing sticky. The micro movements of the boy at his side told of youthful vigour. The digit bumped up against a small plug with a looped base. A gentle tug had it free and a small trickle of lube dribbled out. "Mnnhf..." the boy gasped, burying his muzzle into the close fur as digit replaced plug. "C'mon... can't we do that later?" he complained weakly. "What, I'm going to be gone for weeks, maybe even a month1" he played it up, the wolf never felt old with the boy.

"F-fine... I mean, I might miss it if it goes on that long." he muttered with a pout. "Doesn't have the rhythm for it." he said cheekily. "I heard that." the quiet home carried sounds remarkably well. It was how the boy had even been brought into such a taboo arrangement. "She's gonna make you sore for that one when I'm gone." his dad remarked.

The casual banter was at odds with how sexually charged the atmosphere was. On any given day any combination of them would be at it. Mother and father most of all. The boy came home to their love making almost daily and it was like they waited to make sure he'd walk in on them. "Mmnh, you're getting tight again." his dad whispered in the boy's ear, pushing that finger deeper. "But I'm still going to tie." came a predatory promise.

The young feline shuddered. His fur bristling as they shifted. His legs straddling the older wolf, head resting on his chest as he hugged him close. "Can you make it slow and the tie quick?" he asked. The wolf merely nodded as he easily lifted the lynx lad up. Freeing the ruby-red rod from between them. Fur clung to the veiny shaft until the older wolf spread his thin lube around and wiping off on already well-used towel.

He angled it down, pressing upwards into loosened ring. A soft gasp from them both as the wet noises slowly increased. Their breathing came steadily through their mouths. The two of them in their separate worlds and connected by their incestual bond. A perversion of societal norms and the love they valued. The boy shifted, letting his weight go forearms and knees so that his dad could thrust. 

The young bobcat's head hung. His eyes were closed, his muzzle buried in the older wolf's chest as they mated. His smaller hands clung on as the tempo inevitably increased. The slickness of leftover lube and his father's natural production kept the whole works from gumming up. "I was watching you two for a bit after waking up." he father said between soft pants. The sensual exertion was easy with such a sedate tempo.

"Get ready, I'll make it quick." he mumbled. Drawing the boy further up as he transitioned to a more seated position. The boy hugged his dad around the neck and buried his face in one side of it. Ears folded flat as he felt the heat and size of it push against him. A few testing thrusts that stretched him before it came with a flash of hot pain. "Mmnf!" he cried muffledly. The sensation passed quickly, replaced by the overstimulated ache of his young prostate against the wolf's bulbous knot.

The angrily red thing ballooned outward, pressing off the escape of those thin fluids as he gave a few last humps to the boy stuck around it. "Your mum's pretty good at warming you up." he muttered hotly. His orgasm wasn't explosive this sedate, the tie triggering an autonomous response that sent those last few frenetic motions before a wash of hot white seed spilled inside of his younger son. "Sorry, I know it's pretty hard to cum with it in you like that." 

The boy merely nodded, squeezed shut eyes dampened the corners of them as tears squished out. He didn't know how his mother handled it so easily, she wasn't much bigger than he was. But, it seemed to hurt so much more than with him. "Uhf, y-yeh." he muttered. Wincing as he eased back and sank down even further. The sensation easing up as he sat down entirely, the sensation of being full was somehow making it worth the general discomfort. 

"At least you're sitting up so I can rest a little easier... And I can get mum to milk you'n you can't escape." he said with a devilish smirk. "'Cause I sure don't mind eating late." those tear dampened green eyes were bright, the boy resilient to the caveats of the strange knot that was their familial relationship. "You really are your mother's son." the wolf grunted, shifting further back into the sofa cushions until both his legs were off the couch.

"Well, at least you can get comfy until this thing dies down." he feigned grumpiness. The tone was relaxed, the quiet orgasm had lulled him back into a nap. The bobcat doing his best to get comfy, resting chest to chest with his own length twitching and throbbing between them. 'Hmph, look who's talking.' he thought. The boy letting his head fall onto the wolf's shoulder, his own nap barely interrupted by the wince as the thing came out with a throb.