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Logan wiggled his bare striped ass in front of his camera as the young sphynx cat looked over his door.  He was holding a slim black rope in his hands.  His chat encouraged him to follow through with the tease of tugging it with his neck:  Come on CatGotUrTongue, we are gonna rename you to RopeGotUrCat.  We’ve seen you jerking it while wearing it.  You know you really want to jerk on the end of it.  Show us your blue blush!


The hairless cat certainly was blushing furiously.  Putting a pillow between the door and frame so he wouldn’t slam the door.  He put the rope around the doorknob on the other side and tied it.  While all the cam could see was his butt fidgeting, leaned over with practiced precision to show off his dangling balls.


"You all wanna see me tug on a cute knot, right?" Logan said, trying to keep up his own courage. Turning around and showing his erection as he leaned his back against the door. Testing how the cushions keep the door from rattling as the rope draped against his shoulder. The fabric was sleek and silky, comfortable but also potentially lethal.


He pulled the rope around his neck, standing tall as he gathered up the excess rope. Folding it over as he began to loop it in against the side of his neck.  The cat grumbled, “man, always thought making a knot was easier, the porn has lied to me.”


Even so the young teen had been practicing.  Twisting the half dozen loops firmly as he tugs the knot from both ends. Careful to not pull out the slack from it too far, but not leave himself too much.  The fat noose shape bumping at the side of his neck.


“Nnn, let’s see, this is a bit more slack than I hoped.  But well, “ the sphinx cat fondled himself, “feels like a collar.  A weird, smooth and thin collar.”  He breathed heavily as he looked over the comments.  Almost every one was encouraging him to lean down and choke himself as they watched.


He knelt himself down and the knot jerked on his neck.  NNK!  A grunt as he pushed more into the rope and felt it pull back around his neck.  A moment or two and he stood himself up.  “hfff, that's weirdly hard in some ways,” he said.


Weirdly hard was a pretty correct description of his feelings. His erection drooled pre, barbs flared for all to see.  A wonderful little wave of euphoria as he took big breaths. Delighted by the encouragement from his stream.


“Let's try and lean back this time, sit into the noose,”  Logan said as he knelt down into the rope.  His hand gripped the door as his neck pulled on the rope more and more.  Just gotta ease right into it nice and slow.   Put those feet out forward more and lean his back into the door, just like, *THUMP*


Logan’s feet slipped forward and his head jerked back into the door.  The rope dug deep into the cat’s soft neck.  His eyes widened as he tugged at the rope.  How taut the rope became was terrifying but wonderfully arousing.  He kind of wished his feet were off the ground as he gritted his teeth for the aching pinch around his neck.  Surely he will earn a noose hickey from this.  Maybe even a bruise around his neck to show off.


Logan drooled down his chin, his throat aching as he made weird gurgling coughs.  Panic danced with arousal as his feet jerked against the carpet.  His back and head bumping loudly on the door. The sensation of jerking his hips into the doorknob was less than pleasing. Although he had such a naughty thrill of thinking how this could be the end of him.  Just a dumb cat wriggling against a door until he's no more!




While jerking off, of course.  That was proving a bit trickier than he had assumed.  The feel of something stuck in his throat was as distracting as it was lewd.  He could feel his pre cum oozing onto his legs even as the world grew more distant and fuzzy.  The sparkles flashing in his vision would have made him laugh if he could have.  Thinking of the nickname of ‘Sparkle Faeries’ as some of the Gasper Gang members called flickering spots dancing about the edges of his vision.


They certainly were lulling him to sleep.  and a realization of how heavy and wobbly he felt was a wake up call.  Logan tried to push his legs in to get up but he was too dazed to stand right.  His knees wavering and buckling under him.  


WHUMP!  He flopped against the wall with a horrible gurgle as the rope jerked on his neck.  The door rattling as his impromptu cushion proved as useful as the rest of his planning for this.  Half a breath caught in his lungs. His legs kicked at the floor, pushing him against the door awkwardly.  His smooth skin slid around as he tugged at the rope.  The smooth material and slickness of his pawpads kept him from catching the knot.  The smooth nylon was comfortable, but the thinness of the material had pinched the small knot deep against his neck.  His mind awash in a wave of fear.  Oh god, he was gonna jerk himself still to only a couple dozen watchers, at best.  At least he wasn’t scratching his neck up with a rough hemp rope, he had better enjoy the small victories while they last.  Since his life may be over, in oh, 5 minutes or so.


He was making an unholy racket.  His legs shook too much to stand.  The knot against the back of his neck pinched as the sleek knot dug into his skin.  Even as he leaned a few inches up the door, the knot was jammed firmly into his neck.  His vision was a narrow tunnel now as his head ached in pounded thumps with his racing heart.  The growing darkness was just so inviting.  Perhaps heaven even has internet, so he can watch his death on snufftube afterwards.


As his back sagged down once more he was suddenly knocked over.  There was shouting, but it was all fuzzy.  The darkness washed over him like he was taking a nap.  Those barely asleep moments where you briefly nap without knowing.  The world grew calm.  Then he woke up again with a start.


Was he in his bed?  Was that his mom?  Oh god, his mom found him naked and half dead playing with a noose. The thoughts raced through his brain.  Sorry mom, I lied about playing asphyxiation games safely.  Even if I said I wouldn’t play dangerously, you gotta get those views somehow.


The world focused more and despite the horrible ache in his throat, each breath of air was wonderful.  A dizzying wave of relief that sent a rush of bliss through him.  And made his dick jerk and push against his mom’s hips.  Awkward.


Also awkward.  Was mom in a lacey bra, corset and garter?  And well, goodness,  nothing else.  He peeked up and found his eyes locked by the fierceness of her golden glare.  Even if her tits and belly breasts were inviting looks downwards.


“Looks like you’re awake enough so I can tell you what a dumb fuck you are!”  His mom’s anger was as sharp as the words she said.


“You’re lucky one of my own viewers found your stream, and gave me a heads up of what dumb games you were doing,” she said.


Oof, but this made more sense of her loud music and recording notices she would put on her door.  Though an OnlyFurs was not quite what he expected her recording to be.  “Ye, yeah, that was dumb, and erm, sorry if I’m wrecking your recording right now.  And, er, my recording is probably still on too,” He added sheepishly.


“It is, and I did get you that Gasper Gang subscription so you might play a little safer.  Although I should just give you some lessons myself,” Nicole said, looking over the rope in her grasp.  One end was frayed right apart, and her claw polish had been flaked off.  Logan hoped to never get on the wrong side of those claws.


“I mean, yeah, I’ll stop playing dumb and rethink this channel, it’s not like I have many viewers anyways,”  Logan sighed a little, hotly embarassed at his own nudity now that his mom was with him.  Her own nearly nude state made it even stranger.  He couldn’t help but peek.  He couldn’t help but grumble as he noticed his mom had nearly doubled his viewer count and attracted all the comments, “Man, you already got me more viewers than I’ve ever had before.”


“Oh, I can get you plenty more viewers,” there was an unnerving malice in his mom’s voice now as she played with her phone for a moment.  The cheery canned sound of the default raid notification sounded.  Then a mechanical voice intoned, “SphynxQueen has raided with one thousand viewers”


. . . 


“WHAT?!”


“That’s right, I’m taking over this stream, so you can all watch and enjoy as I show my son how to truly gasp for air.  If he’s gonna mess up my show then I’ll just take his over,”  Nicole reached out to run her fingertip along the bruise around her son’s throat, “Hmm, this won’t do, we need something a lot wider, and you’ll probably want to wear a big collar for a week or so until that bruise clears too.”  She spoke calmly and in control.  Everything Logan wasn’t right now.


“What do you mean, show me how to gasp for air. I uh, think I did far too good a job of that already,” Logan protested as his mom just casually dug through his closet, tossing toys childish and sexual out onto the floor.  Returning with a cheerfully pink scarf with a stylized unicorn.  Oh god, why is she getting out the PuffleFluff House scarf for?


“Oh good, you still got those furry cuffs in here too.  You should really find a better hiding spot too,” Nicole saiid brought out a hugely fluffy pair of handcuffs, in a garishly neon pink.  They even had a PuffleFluff house symbol on them.  As well as a small plush tapir toy.


“MOM!” Logan protested as she went straight to his stash of toys.  Clearly he needed to rethink his hiding spots in his room after all this.  “What, what are you going to do with all that?”


“Exactly what you think I’m going to do with that.  Now get your hands behind you, before I decide to just ground you instead with all your friends watching,”  Nicole replied with a casual smirk.  It was flustering how calm and collected she was, even with her bare butt exposed to a thousand plus viewers.


The young teen tried to act tough, but he lacked his mom’s practiced composure. It was that much worse as she gave him her dreaded mom-stare that could even make him do the dishes. If disobeying then got him grounded, would disobeying now get him strung up?


Worst of all was the faint smirk of a mom who knew she was winning too. Guh. The sight of her butt on his stream was distracting, wrong. And damn arousing. Turned just right to show off that thick butt for the camera.


"Nothing to say? Looks like this cat has your tongue," Nicole teased as her son finally grumbled and crossed his paws behind him. Those fluffy cuffs were his personal toy, he wouldn’t use them on his streams now, but here he was.


His mom didn’t mind, so now he was wearing floofy cuffs with heart shaped locks. As mom tested the locks she said, "I love how the little key is a necklace. How romantic, and to think you almost broke my heart by playing unsafely."  The simple key now rests right between a lovely pair of breasts like he fantasized. But he (usually) didn't dream it would have been his mom’s breasts the key nestled against.


"Let's get you situated for your show, just sit on the floor with your back against the bed. And we have to get you a nice safeword, even if I am your mom," Nicole purred as she sat herself on the bed behind him. Her son gulped a bit as he watched on camera as she slid right up behind him. Breasts bumped his ears as her thighs sat on either side of him. Warm skin on warm skin.  Sending a shiver up his spine as her pawpads traced down his sides. 


“Safeword?” Logan asked as his mom rubbed her feet over his hips and tickled the inside of his thighs.  Nervously close to his lap.  His own head was pressed against the bottom of her belly, the scent of her arousal not what he ever expected to smell.


“You won’t exactly be able to talk, but that’s ok, I have one more surprise for you,”  She reached over to give the small jingling plush doll to her son’s bound hands.  “Just give this three big squeaks in a row, and I’ll stop squeezing on your neck.  Like when it gets too intense or you feel too close to passing out.  Now give it a squeeze so we both know what it sounds like.”


Sigh!  Logan knew very well what it sounded like, but with his mom starting to loop a thick scarf around his neck, could he really argue?  *SQUEAKAH~* the squeaky toy cheerfully sounded as he squeezed down on with his hands.


“See, neither of us will miss that sound, and if you drop it there will be a nice jingle too,” Nicole said with a kiss on her son’s cheeks. This would be wholesome if it wasn’t for her breasts pressed against his back and her toes fondling over his sheath and balls.


!!! Logan was sure his fur would be very frazzled if he had any.  It was pretty surreal to watch his mom fondle his sheath while she looped that thick scarf around his neck.  How tight could a big fluffy scarf really get?


His answer was a sudden yelp! as his mom pulled on the ends of the scarf.  Dragging the fabric taut enough to make him gasp in a breath. The toy he held jingled and squeaked faintly as he gripped it tighter in surprise.


Hffff!  GLK!  His mom’s grip pulled a few more inches down the scarf to loop around her wrists and then she pulled tighter once more.  This time the scarf visibly compressed his bare neck.  Already sore from the bruise the rope gave him, it made him fidget and wriggle between his mom’s feet.


Her touches were steady, tugging at his barbed dick with thick paw pads.  Back and forth she stroked her son’s prickly erection as she pulled the scarf tighter and tighter until he was drooling.  The young teen’s brain raced with thoughts of just being executed right here by his naked mom for all to see.  And he was rather amused; his body’s response was to throb more and ooze pre onto his mom’s painted claws in lustful desire to be culled by his mom.


*Jingle jingle* The toy chimed out with his squirms as he fought for breath.  Faint, squeaky wheezings as Logan’s chest struggled to draw in a single breath through the strangling scarf.  His feet kicked in reflex and pushed him against the bed.  Looking like a young boy throwing a tantrum and kicking his feet with a thumping on the floor.  His mom’s strong legs against his sides were very good at holding him in place with practiced ease. She seemed to know just how to shove him around as needed to keep him balanced and from escaping.


Nnng!  Glllk~ He was drooling on himself again, this time with the firm grasp of a wooly scarf pulling mercilessly hard around his neck.  The colorful fabric choking him as stars danced at the edge of the teen’s vision. His dick jumped and throbbed. oh god, he was about to be choked out and squirt by his own mom.


And she was really good too!  The balls of her feet pushed with soft pads with a swift dancing motion now.  Even as his barbs flared out she didn’t relent.  *jingle jingle!* The toy cheerfully ringing with his writhing squirms.  Caught between embarrassment of being masturbated on stream by his mother. And just how wonderful that felt in the haze of asphyxiation and heat of her skin against his own.


Glk! glk!  he tried to moan out, but couldn’t!  His tail lashing as the toy made little squeaks in shaking hands.  His arousal jerked as he wobbled with that shaky orgasm.  Nnng!  He was starting to fade, wonderfully lewd as the room danced and wavered around him.  The heat of his sticky semen splashed onto his clenched belly.  He could just close his eyes and let everything fade.


But, wasn’t there something he needed to do?


!!! squeakah! he pushed the toy with his numb hands.  His body felt disconnected.  Nicole ratcheted up the pressure upon hearing the sound of the toy.


Nnnn!  *squeak!* He pushed the toy again and his mom’s grip did not relent one bit.  As well as the steady touches on his overly sensitive erection..  Was, was she going to just put him down as everyone watched?


His vision was all funny and gray, but he could still see how blue his cheeks were.  His swollen tongue was kind of sexy, really.  Hopefully someone was clipping this as he squeezed the toy again with fingers that felt like they belonged to someone else.  The cheery *squeakah!* almost comedic amidst his gurgly sound of his final breaths and limp expression.


A moment passed as he drooled, his heart pounding in his chest.  Wondering if he did the signal right. Or was mom going to make him give up the ghost.  After all he already should have not that long ago.  Maybe this was all a dream..


The scarf was loosened and air rushed into his lungs. Coughing as he nearly choked on his own drool.  Gagging and spitting it out in a bubbly froth before he managed to get his breathing under control. The young teen found himself on his side, drooling, as his mom watched him intently with her bright yellow eyes.  Perhaps this is what a mouse feels at the end when a cat has satisfied herself with her prey.


No, there was a gleam in his mom’s eyes, she wanted more.  He breathed deep and groaned out. But at least this time his neck wasn’t as sore as the rope left him.  “Ugh, geez, that’s, that’s the ride I was expecting,” he mumbled out.  Drool all over his chest, and cum all over his belly and lap.  Such a mess.


“Well, you got your reward now.  But, you do owe me one now. And since you’re all tied up, this seems just the right time for me to just take my own leasures”  Nicole said with a predatory lick of her lips.


Logan gulped a bit as his mom helped him up onto his feet.  Nudging him to sit on the bed.  Helping to get him fully onto the sheets.  He could smell his mom’s arousal on his sheets.  He wondered how easily that would wash out.


“Let’s see how comfortable you are lying on your back like this,” she said as she playfully pushed his shoulders back.  His mom was bare naked in front of him, and straddling his hips.  Certainly not what he expected to be doing on his stream when he started.  But the views were certainly through the roof.  And other things were starting to go up as well.


Logan wriggled a bit, his hands under his back weren't the most comfortable thing.  But it wasn’t too bad, as his mom put a pillow under his head.  This may have been endearing if her tits pushed right in his face. But he certainly wasn’t going to complain.


She turned around and looked over the camera.  Seeing his cum sticky lap and mom naked atop him was certainly growing on him.  He could perhaps get used to this.  Her angelic sphinx wing tattoos on her back are a contrast to how raunchy she was being in her own son’s room.  


“You’re uh, you’re going to ride me?” he asked incredulously.  That would uh, be quite the surprise. and his eager erection twitched half to life thinking of it.  His mom was hot, after all.


“Ha! You wish!  You already had your ride on my dirty, sweaty feet.  It’s my turn for the pleasure.  Although in a way you are right,”  she scooted back. And suddenly that bottom LOOMED above his face.


“Wha, wait, Wouldn’t I not be able to breathe?!”  The teen muttered in shock as he got a very close look at his mom’s wet petals and even the thick ring under her hairless tail.


“Why yes, I do believe that is the point. Better take a deep breath now, lover boy, I’ll get up when you make me cum.”  She growled with a menace; a tone she usually reserved for those moments he had seriously fucked up.


So Logan instinctively took a deep breath.  And with a pleased giggle, those thick petals smooshed right on his lips and a perky firm butt kissed his face.  Nnnf! He realized a bit he had been had, but it’s not like he could complain.  Her weight settled heavily on his face, shoving him between the cushion on the back of his head and the pressure of his mom’s lap right on his face.  His short muzzle trapped between her rump cheeks as he wriggled to try and get comfortable and breathe.  “gh, heavy~” He mumbled out reflexively as his feet kicked at his bed.


“What’s that?” That butt pushed down and he found he couldn’t breathe at all anymore. his legs made the bed squeak as they pattered against his sheets.  The weight on his body pushed his back awkwardly against his bound arms, as he imagined his corpse found when she was finished with him.  Oh god, would this be snoo snoo?  At least his death would be impressive.


That big adult butt on his face shifted and squirmed. And he finally got a gasp in after those thick nether lips were rubbed all over his lips and nose.  Her strong, aroused scent smeared onto his whiskers as he gasped.  The scent filling Logan’s nose as he found his erection also was aching stiff once more.


“Damn, you boys work fast, horny little bugger is already stiff,”  She said as she fondled him, roughly squeezing his barbs.  Tugging each one with her fingers and making the young cat grunt and kick.  He knew his mom was purposefully toying with him so he’d struggle more.


At least he could breathe.  Mostly.  Sometimes.  Ok, he had to fight to get each breath in. As his mom shifted, squirmed, and purposefully rubbed her butt and lap against his wriggling face to keep him from breathing.  That big fluffy pillow was a trap, as if he pushed his head sideways she’d just smother him into the fluffy softness.


She did keep his airless moments short, always making just enough room before he got too dazed.  Her weight shifted, butt lifting when she leaned over more.  But he couldn’t really tell what she was up to on top of him.


Then there was the warm kiss of lips upon his tip!  His legs tensed as he wriggled!  Was, was she about to blow him?!  Her butt arched subtly and he could breathe in more of the room’s sex scented air. As her head bobbed down.  Warm tickles of a tongue and the sliding tug of lips down to his thick sheath.  Rising and falling with hips and head. 


Her butt pushed him back down after a few moments.  Grinding her petals right on his lips in practiced motions.  As if to taunt him he wasn’t participating yet.  Hfff.  Fine!  He’ll 69 his own mom, he got the hint.  Turning his head back so he could lick into the slippery, warm softness of his mom’s cunt right against his face.


Not who he expected to be his first to give oral too, really.  or receive oral from, really!  But well, her butt wasn’t coming off his face until she came, so he better actually get to work.  Otherwise he’s never getting up.  What would he tell his teachers when he missed school?


Thankfully she kept him in line with a very easy system. If he was licking in the right places, her butt lifted and made it easier to breathe.  If he pushed the wrong way, he got smothered.  Even if it took him a  few moments to realize her motions weren’t just mindless wriggling like his own awkward thrusts.  


It certainly was easier to concentrate on kissing his mom’s thick button of a clit when he could breathe.  His lips and tongue dancing around, rewarded by a groan around his own erection.  The feeling of heat and rough tongue touches was incredible. even more overwhelming when all he could see is his mom’s butt and the touch of her thick petals pressed to his lips.


There was a familiar throbbing in his lap as those noisy slurps and his mother’s scent drove him wild.  Eyes closing tighter as he wriggled!  His mind panicking a little, he was about to blow his load in his own mother’s mouth.


Such a taboo, yet wonderful thought.  


Nicole seemed to sense that squirmy wriggling and pushed her hips down.  Smothering him once more as her head began to bounce quicker.  Trapped between her lap and her mouth, it was a wonderful torture.  One he could stand no more.


He arched, muffled moaning as he blew his load into his mothers mouth.  Viewers watched live as his balls pulled taut to his hairless lap and twitched once more. His feet curled as he found his urge for air all the more desperate.  No toy to squeak as spots danced in his vision.  Just at the mercy of his mother and her pleasures.


He licked and kissed desperately, nuzzling his chin against those slippery folds to try and get them to lift once more.  Noisy smooches and kisses before he heard his mother take a big deep breath.  Her big breaths and moans rubbed in the fact he was trapped in the airless embrace she had him in.


She finally relented enough to let the boy gasp in a breath.  Panting against the flesh pressed against him as she rubbed herself needfully against his chin.  A rumble of a purr atop him as her knees squeezed his chest. 


“That’s it, you almost got it, be a good boy and make momma cum,” she purred as she toyed with her own teenage son’s spent erection and the semen leaking out,   “You certainly are better tasting than your dad was.”


NNG! His mom certainly knew how to torment him.  Eyes closed as he licked rough and quick.  Wanting to get that rough, uncomfortable weight off his head and chest.  But also eager to watch his mom orgasm on his face, even if he would never admit to that.


Thankfully his mother seemed to be enjoying the taboo moment as much as he was.  A low grunt and rocking as her sharp sweet pleasure squirted onto his lips.  Drooling down his cheeks and muzzle as he kissed and licked.  Desperate to lick it all up, and to keep her from getting her scent all over his pillows.


Her hips rocking a cheerful little rhythm.  Tail thumping on the headboard as she rubbed her clit with a finger and arched her back atop him.  Just showing off her orgasm for the camera with unashamed joy.  Even if it was her son that just brought out that shaking pleasure from her loins.


“Ah, good boy!  Now, are we going to play safe next time? Or will I need to have to give you more lessons?” She asked with a cheerful sharpness to her voice.


“Or perhaps it should be the other way, be a good boy, and I’ll give you plenty of lessons you’ll never forget.”


Somehow, this summer had just gotten a whole lot crazier.  But his channel did need a good boost.  He just never thought it would be as the Mother Fucker.