Alicia awoke on Valentine's Day morning to the sound of tweeting birds and the warmth of her covers. She sighed in bliss and rolled over, pressing her muzzle to the pillow and tucking the blankets up closer around her frame, getting nice and snug.

Her quiet time was quickly and rudely interrupted by the sound of padding feet outside her door, and the whispering and giggling of her two young daughters. She knew all too well what their scheme was-- they never lingered outside her door so early in the morning unless they were trying to surprise her. What kind of mother would she be if she ruined that? Despite the fact she already knew, the 34-year-old feline rolled over, brushing her golden-brown hair aside to make herself look as peaceful as possible, as if she were fast asleep. She waited patiently, and a smile spread across her face for just a brief moment when she heard her daughters rattling the doorknob.

The girls, whose fathers were as unique and as different as their mother, peeked in through the tiny crack in the door, checking to see if their mother was asleep before they whispered at each other and slowly made their way inside. The eldest of the two Claire, a grey-furred cat with elegant silver hair, carried a tray adorned with their best cooking skills-- notably, a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, in addition to several slices of toast crudely cut into the shape of hearts and spread with strawberry jam to make them look vibrant and red. Placed to the side were store-bought cookies shaped like hearts as well. The youngest of the duo Rosie, 2 years her sister's junior and couldn't be more contrasting with her bright wavy red hair and tawny beige fur colourings, tip-toed behind Claire and eventually moved around the side of her, taking the lead in trying to wake their mother up. She nudged and shook the older feline's blanket-covered shoulder, whispering quietly at her so as not to startle her. Alicia put on a good show of acting like she was waking up, rolling onto her back and yawning as she flopped her head to the side to blearily stare at them, registering their faces. In any other life, she could have been an actor.

"What's all this?" Genuine surprise crossed Alicia's face at the sight of the tray that Claire held in her grip, and she quickly sat up and smoothed down her blankets so that they could place the tray over her legs. She unabashedly let the blanket all from around her chest, revealing naked breasts and budding nipples-- some might have considered it inappropriate, but she'd seen all of them and they'd seen all of her in turn. It didn't bother any of them in the slightest, though they knew it wasn't considered 'normal'.

"Um..." Rosie spoke first, fidgeting on the spot in her pink pyjamas. "It's Valentine's Day and, uh..."

"You haven't dated in a while." Claire was blunt, rubbing her hands together to dull the ache of carrying the heavy tray. "And we didn't get any Valentine's Roses at school this week, so..."

"So we wanted to make you feel special!" Rosie found her words and the two of them beamed at their mother, who pressed a hand to her chest and smiled fondly at the two of them.

"Oh, girls..." She stretched her arms out wide and they climbed up onto the bed, with Claire moving around to cuddle into her mother's right side, and Rosie cuddling into her left. "That's so sweet of you. Look how much effort you put in!"

"Cutting the toast was hard." Rosie childishly pouted, and Alicia couldn't help but chuckle, plucking a slice from the plate. Its edges were messy, but they had done their best-- that's all she could ever want.

"And wow, cereal, cookies, orange juice...you've really outdone yourself, girls," Alicia curled her hands around the two and squeezed them in a loose hug. "Have you two had breakfast yet?"

"Kind of..." Claire responded. "The ones that didn't come out so good at ate...and we might have had a cookie or two."

"Well..." Alicia looked to them both in turn in a wide smile, reaching up briefly to sweep her hair back and out of the way. "I can't eat all this by myself, why, look at how much you made! Do you think you can give me a hand?"

The two girls looked delighted to be included and they ate with their mother, briefly sharing the cereal spoon and splitting toast and cookies alike. With the three of them, it didn't take long to clear all the plates and down the orange juice-- not one crumb was spared from their hunger. When they were done, Alicia moved the tray forwards and out of the way, so that she could slide her legs out from underneath it and get out of bed, though she didn't leave the room; she instead placed the tray aside so it was off the bed completely, before climbing back on and sliding herself back towards them.

"What would I do without you two?" Alicia praised them, and they scooted closer to hug her. She wrapped them up in her warm embrace for barely a few seconds or more, before she eventually pulled back and sat back on her knees on the back, placing her hands on her legs, completely naked. Neither of the girls batted an eyelid at her nudity, and instead expectantly looked towards her, as if knowing she was going to speak again.

"I think the two of you should be rewarded for being so kind and thoughtful," Alicia began, raising her chin and looking down at each of them with a sly smile. "Is there anything you want?"

"Um..." Rosie began, fidgeting with her hands. "Can you spent Valentine's Day with us?"

Though her question sounded innocent, Alicia knew what she really meant. With a grin, the older feline slid forwards, crawling across on her hands and knees as her breasts jiggled and wobbled with each subtle movement until her face was inches from her daughter's own. Rosie's cheeks began to redden considerably as she stared into her mother's bright blue eyes. Alicia closed the distance between their short feline muzzles, pulling her youngest daughter into a deep and sensual kiss.

Rosie purred quietly against her mother's lips and instinctively leant back, revealing her submissive streak when it came to her mother and sexual contact as a whole-- of course, Alicia knew this all too well. She pressed and Rosie fell against the bed, Alicia moving over her and towering over her large frame. Claire sat to the side and watched, already fully aware of what was going to take place. So sure was she of their impending sex that her hand was already sliding between her delicate young inner thighs, touching with her tiny lips.

Alicia deepened the kiss with her daughter as Rosie squirmed beneath her, both eager and nervous. Rosie was quite the curious child-- she enjoyed these interactions with her mother and enjoyed exploring even more, but she couldn't help but feel strangely complacent when it came down to it; she often laid there like a wet noodle and let Alicia roam and caress her, as she so often did. This time was no different-- as Alicia propped herself up with an elbow, she pressed her other hand to her daughter's body, tracing over the lighter shades along her belly and stroked downwards, fingers dancing over her pre-teen stomach. Rosie quivered beneath her and purred against her lips as Alicia deepened the kiss, parted her muzzle and letting her tongue touch with her daughter's own.

Rosie gasped, arching her back as her mother's fingers slide upwards and touched with her budding nipples, her breasts not yet developed. However, Rosie was quite a sensitive girl-- each little graze of Alicia's digit against the nub of her nipple made her gasp and tremble, moaning against the kiss as her tongue clumsily explored and squirmed around her mother's own. Alicia's thumb pressed down against her daughter's left nipple and slowly circled, feeling how the nub perked up and grew hard, signalling Rosie's arousal. She swept her hand up and gently pinched the nub between her thumb and forefinger and Rosie practically melted beneath her, legs squirmed and inner thighs pressing against the older woman's sides as the pre-teen's need grew.

Alicia loved to tease, but she loved pleasing her kids more. Much as she would have loved to lower her head and suckle her daughter's nipple until she begged for more, she instead opted to lower her hand, trailing it slowly down Rosie's stomach and eventually towards her crotch. Rosie reached up and gripped to her mother's upper arms as Alicia circled and traced her middle finger against the soft, young entrance-- Rosie was by no means virgin thanks to her mother, but she was as sensitive as can be, and Alicia could already feel a little bit of moisture. She toyed with the idea of getting the strap-on from the nearby bedside table, but instead decided to use her fingers. She slowly parted those delicate lips with her index and ring finger and then pressed her middle finger down, the sensitive flesh clenching and spasming against her finger before it relaxed enough for Alicia to sink it in.

Rosie groaned heavily beneath her, resisting the urge to lift her hips up for more as her insides clamped and milked the finger as if it were something else. Alicia parted their kiss for just a moment, shifting her elbow so that she could stroke her daughter's vibrant red hair, before she moved her head to the right and buried her mouth against Rosie's neck, sensually kissing and exploring her as her finger sunk deeper and deeper, eventually hilting at the knuckle. She flexed her digit and Rosie's insides clamped harder, and a hard, loud groan escaped her lips, no longer muffled by her mother's own tongue. All the while Claire watched, quietly whimpering and squirming in her seat, fingers delved into her own crotch as she stared at her mother molesting and pleasing her sister.

Slowly, Alicia began to slide her finger back and forth, coating her digit in the moisture of her daughter's aroused insides. Each plunge of her finger had Rosie squeezing her legs together and curling her toes, and eventually, Alicia added an additional finger, using the combined firth of both her index and middle finger to subtly stretch her daughter a little whilst pleasing her. Rosie didn't even notice at first, basking in too much pleasure to even be paying attention, but she did eventually pick up on it-- she didn't say anything about it, however.

"Mmh, Mom...that feels good..." Rosie moaned her approval as Alicia peppered kiss after kiss against her neck, travelling briefly down to her collarbone before rising up to plant another kiss against her lips, letting the girl moan against her mouth, tongues roaming once more. Claire impatiently squirmed from the sidelines, aroused and desperate to join in-- but she knew to be patient; it was a teaching that her mother had instilled in her. She knew she'd eventually get her turn.

After a while, Rosie's insides grew slicker and slicker, the wet sounds of Alicia's fingering bounced around the small room. It was like music to the mother's ears, of course, but there was a much more enjoyable sound in the air: the slowly intensifying moans coming from Rosie herself. They grew higher in pitch and heavier over time the more that Alicia's fingers delved and plunged, gaining speed as she followed her daughter's gasping breaths. Rosie began to earnestly groan against her mother's lips, signalling that she was close-- of course, Alicia knew this, yet she didn't relent. Her fingers pistoned back and forth as her daughter's insides squeezed as tightly as they could, the tension within the girl's body rising.

Rosie quaked in her laid-down position, trembling like a newborn faun as she suddenly climaxed. Pleasure spiked through her body, travelling to every limb as her insides spasmed and periodically clenched, convulsing around Alicia's fingers. Rosie arched her back, reaching up and cuddling desperately to her mother, whimpering against their kiss as her once tense muscles abruptly loosened and relaxed, the spiking ecstasy replaced by a cooling, tiring bliss. Her body ached, and her fur felt damp with sweat, but it was worth it. Alicia parted her lips from her, trailing a fine line of sweet and tender pecks across her daughter's cheek and down her body, before she pulled back completely, turning her head slightly to glance at her other daughter out the corner of her eye.

"Did you enjoy the show, Claire?" Alicia asked with a lidded gaze, briefly reaching down to touch herself at the sight of her daughter so pent up. The grey-furred girl was practically humping her own hand, her body sweaty, her breathing laboured. Alicia could see even at a glance how eager her daughter was, and how desperately she yearned to join in. Though Alicia herself hadn't yet experienced the joy of an orgasm, she retreated, gesturing for Claire to do as she liked. The girl's eyes widened and his quaking lips spread into a wide smile from cheek to cheek.

"Mom," Claire began, crawling across the bed towards Rosie and hungrily running her eyes up and down the submissive, mewling feline. "Can I use the thing we used before?"

Of course, Alicia knew what she was referring to. With a proud smirk, the adult feline slipped off the bed and crouched down to the lowest drawer on her little end table, pulling it out to reveal a slick black strap-on, completely with belts and buckles. She withdrew it, along with the bottle of lube she kept hidden down there, and Claire reached out to grab it, already knowing how to clip it to her person. Then she reached for the top draw and withdrew something else: a collar, complete with a leash, which she held as she moved over to Rosie and clipped it around her neck, loose enough to not hurt.

There was more to the strap-on than met the eye at first-- notably, a smaller, more slender dildo sat directly opposite the larger end, facing the other way. Its use became clear when Claire slipped the smaller dildo into her, shuddering from the delight of its intrusion-- she didn't even use lube, relying purely on her own aroused juices. The reasons for that were obvious when she hilted the dildo inside of herself and began working the traps around her body, clipping them into place and tightening the belts so that they fit her teen size. As she adjusted herself, Alicia crawled forwards and began to leisurely squeeze lubricant from the bottle onto the main dildo itself, which sat at an impressive 9 inches or more, lined with little bumps and ridges that made it look exotic. Each peculiar bulge and line on the dildo's surface were used to satisfy a woman even more-- or in this case, a girl.  Alicia stroked the dildo back and forth with her hands, deliberately pushing her hand into the base with some force, fully aware that it shifted and moved the dildo inside Claire's body. On her knees, the grey feline shuddered, biting her bottom lip, before Alicia moved away 

Claire moved over her sister's body, looking her up and down before he reached out and turned her over. Rosie, in her blissful state, was particularly more subservient than usual-- she rolled without so much as a fuss and groaned against the bedsheets as she felt the lubed up member, cool to the touch, sliding between her cheeks. Claire, however, wanted more than just her sister to lay there: she grasped up and hauled her up, forcing her to be on her knees directly upright. Rosie made a grumbling complaint, but her face turned flushed when Claire slid the dildo between her thighs and affirmed her grip with the leash, wrapping around her hand a few times to shorten the length.

"Back that ass up, sis," Claire growled, lidding her gaze and leaning her head forwards to whisper into Rosie's ear. "I want to fuck you while mom watches."

Slowly they moved again, scooting around the bed until they were facing Alicia in the same position, albeit slightly different. Rosie pushed her ass backwards as she tried to lean forwards, but Claire held her collar tight and forced her to arch her back. With one hand around the leash, Claire grasped the base of the slickened-up dildo and tugged back, letting its exotics ridges glide along Rosie's wet, aroused pussy before Claire lined the head of the dildo up with her sister's entrance. She barely gave Rosie a moment to brace herself before Claire pushed forwards, sliding that dildo into her. Rosie's previous orgasm had loosened her up somewhat and the combination of aroused fluids and lube made the entry easy, but it was still tight-- Claire was careful to take it slow, not wanting to harm her sister. Though, from Rosie's quiet gasps and squirming upper body, she was still clearly enjoying it.

Alicia sat back and watched, her own fingers delving in and out of her moist entrance as Claire slowly eased into a rhythm, sliding the dildo back and forth by a handful of inches, remaining roughly halfway embedded into Rosie's pussy most of the time. She pulled and yanked on the collar to force Rosie mostly upright whilst keeping her ass pulled back, and Claire used her free hand to squeeze the girl's hip, keeping her steady. Each thrust and tug shifted the buckled strap-on around her body and subtly shifted and re-angled the smaller dildo inside her, pressing at some of the most pleasurable, arousing spots in her body that her own digits couldn't reach. For the pair of them, it was a particularly pleasing situation, and it didn't take long for the two of them to get riled up.

"You like that, sis?" Claire asked as her thrusting picked up in both speed and power, each thrust forwards causing the dildo to hilt inside the girl, briefly bulging her stomach and causing a wet slap to bounce through the air. Rosie gasped and audibly moaned her pleasure with every thrust, mouth agape and eyes rolled back as her innards grew moister, fluids intermingling with lubricant. Even Claire was moaning under her breath, body caked with sweat from the physical exertion of her powerful thrusts and the gentle yet rising stimulation inside her. She was nowhere near as close as Rosie at that moment, but she was getting there.

Rosie's mewls and squeaks of pleasure grew higher and higher, a sign they all knew that meant that she was getting close. Claire didn't slow down, pounding her way through her sister's high-pitched gasps and writhing squirms until the younger girl was practically trembling against her. Of course, Claire couldn't feel the clamping in Rosie's loins, but the way she shakily exhaled and shuddered on her half-bent-over position made her orgasm known. Claire, however, continued to thrust through her sister's climax, licking her lips at the sound of Rosie's half-protesting, half-groaning cries, her sensitive insides quivering and squeezing the pistoning dildo with all her might as her toes curled from the pleasure. Claire focused entirely on getting the most of out Rosie's orgasm, slowly beginning to roll her own hips in a desperate attempt to angle the dildo inside her own body, a tension forming within her as her lust and arousal rose.

"Ah...! Claire, it's too...!" Rosie began, her breath coming out in short, hot pants as Claire picked up speed ever so slightly, pushing her hips up and sinking them down with every thrust as their mother watched, her own cheeks flushed at the sight of the two of them making love. Claire dips her head down and kisses against her sister's neck, fingers digging against flesh as her pleasure builds and builds. Alicia drowns herself in the sounds of her daughters having sex, fingers curling and flexing inside herself and she rises and falls from her peak, edging herself for the moment when Claire climaxes. She gauges based purely on the whimpering moans and mewls coming from Claire's lips, which she knows all too well from past encounters.

"Just a little more..." Claire huffs, plunging forwards and pressing the entirety of the dildo into her sister's tight pussy as she begins to squirm and hump against her body, tugging her ass back and pinning it close to her crotch as she writhed up and down, her chest beginning to heave. Alicia could see what was happening and she was ready for it, poised on the cup of her release. Claire's breath began to hitch in her throat as she felt the familiar feeling rising, reminding her of how close she was-- she could think of nothing more than to dominate the girl before her and get what she wanted, and she did just that. With a push and an equally rough yank on the leash in her hand, Claire pushed Rose down but force her head to rise as the older girl pegged her sibling doggy-style, leaning over as she rolled her hip clockwise against Rosie's cheeks, her young body trembling as her orgasm finally hit her.

A groan escaped her lips, long and tired like a sigh, and despite her eagerness to keep up her dominant act, she collapsed forwards onto Rosie's back. The sudden weight caused Rosie to buckle in turn and her upper torso flopped down, her ass still up the air thanks to her legs bracing at the last second. Claire snuggled up against her back, pressing her short feline muzzle into Rosie's vibrant cherry red hair as her body quaked with her climax, her insides milking and squeezing around the slender dildo inside her. From across the bed, Alicia gasped quietly and rolled her head back, massaging her entrance with three digits and using her other hand to stimulate her clitoris as she climaxed too, her entrance wet and moist, but not quite the squirter that some women could be. Alicia spread her legs out wide and sighed, and the three of them relished the delightful sensations of pleasure and bliss.

Claire slowly pulled back, withdrawing the dildo from her sister's behind and rolled to the side, flopping onto her back on the bed. She panted tiredly, closing her eyes as the cool air around them did its best to dry the sweat on her teen frame. Rosie slowly teetered and flopped onto her side in turn, her cheeks flushed from a mixture of exhaustion and fervent delight. Alicia looked to the two of them before she tucked her legs inwards, sitting cross-legged. She studied them both with a fond smile.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked them, and they groaned their disagreement, too tired to move. With a giggle, Alicia slowly slid out of bed, bending over to peck them both on the cheek from either side of the bed itself.

"Rest up. I'll go make us all a big breakfast." She insisted, and Claire twisted her head slightly to look up at her.

"But we already made you breakfast." Claire complained, and her mother reached down to caress her cheek.

"You did," She replied. "But all this fun we've had has worked up an appetite. I'll be back."

With that, Alicia sauntered out of the room in the nude, making her way downstairs with a grin spreading across her face. Claire and Rosie probably thought it was over, but their Valentine's Day was just beginning, and she had plenty more ideas in store for the three of them to enjoy together.