"Lemme, lemme!" the fluffy little dervish pushing past Cynthia's legs demanded, until she acquiesced and allowed her kitten to stab the key into the lock and turn it, granting the dou access to their home.
Once they were inside, thought, the first thing the little feline did was to carefully take her shoes off and pass her mother her jacket so that she could hang it up. Good behavior and nice manners such as that were the reason they'd gone out to celebrate in the first place, since her first little report card from kindergarten had only the best to say. As a little reward, Cynthia had taken Abby to see the latest 3D animated movie and the two had finished the evening with diner at one of those restaurants where you couldn't see the walls for the junk hanging on them.
"So, did you have a nice time?" she asked with a smile on her muzzle.
"Yes mommy! You're the best!" her kitten replied, wrapping her arms around her mother's waist while the gears turned in the larger cat's head.
"Well you earned it for being a good girl..." she replied to the purring kitten, since she knew the good behavior was about to be put to the test. "Now why don't you put those clothes in the hamper while I run you a bath..." she finished, and coincidentally the mention of a warm tub affected the kitten like a splash of cold water.
"I don't need a bath! I didn't spill nothin' on me and..." she trailed off, giving one of her arms a quick sniff "...I don't smell bad."
"And you're not going to as long as you're mine to raise." Cynthia said, taking a firm stance with the little girl who'd now disentangled herself from her mother. Truth be told she knew where her daughter was getting this from - when she was little Cynthia had never liked baths despite the fact that most of the kids she knew loved nothing more than to get into a nice warm tub and splash away, and had switched the showers as soon as she'd started bathing herself. "But if you think you're grown up enough, I can give you a shower?" she suggested, since she knew being called grown up tended to make the kitten's pride swell up.
"Maybeeee... you should take one!" she said, lunging for the waistband of Cynthia's pants and pulling them down the grey cat's thighs before the wide-eyed mother could react. The kitten had apparently reached a sort of critical-mass of good behavior, and the grin she flashed her mommy before scampering away told the older feline she was in the mood for a little mischief.
"Oooh, you little..." Cynthia mumbled, taking a hold of her pants and pulling them up a few inches before deciding against it. She was dead-set on getting her kitten clean before putting her to bed, and Abby was dead-set on making her rue her decision, which meant she'd wind up wet anyway.
Their apartment wasn't big, but then again neither was Abby and even after their busy day the nibble kitten still seemed to have enough energy to zip and bounce along their home, evading her mother's attempts to apprehend her with skill that spoke of practice. When Cynthia finally did manage to nab her impish daughter she made the mistake of grabbing the girl's pant-legs. A mistake that became evident when Abby wriggled out of them in the blink of an eye and made a hasty dash for the kitchen.
Well, it's a start... Cynthia though to herself. Now all she had to do was make sure the rest of the kitten's clothes were off before she plopped her into a warm tub and scrubbed and fluffed her mischievous girl. The clanging had given away the feisty little feline's hiding place even before her mother reached the kitchen and saw an assortment of pots and pans lying on the floor, hastily dumped out of the cupboard to make room for a five-year-old kitten.
Abby squeaked when the doors to her hiding spot were thrown wide open, and began to giggle and squeal when her mother grabbed her feet and effortlessly pulled her out, the kitten's claws failing to find purchase on the hard kitchen tiles and her tail puffing out so much that it wouldn't have looked out of place on a raccoon. Once she was out Abby found herself being flipped onto her back, a vengeful twinkle glinting in her mother's eyes as her fingers descended. She could do nothing but squirm and shriek as the older cat's fingers sought out her most sensitive spots, the tickling only getting worse when her mommy pulled her shirt over her head and began to drag those digits over her kitten's downy-soft fur and the delicate skin hidden under it.
The squealing, squirming bundle of fur under her paws managed to twist away, the kitten still panting furiously as she grabbed hold of her mother's shirt and began to pull it over the larger feline's head. Even though she could have gotten herself free, Cynthia humored her girl and pretended her arms were stuck in the fabric now pulled up over her head. She continued her mock struggle while Abby beat a hasty retreat before pulling the top over her head and continuing her chase in nothing but her bra and panties.
Opening the door to Abby's bedroom was enough to reveal the kitten's latest hiding spot. She had this persistent notion that making herself look small would render her invisible, or near enough, but the big bump under the comforter covering the kitten's bed was anything but subtle. Still, she decided to play along, knowing her daughter would sulk if she just threw the cover up and spoiled her game.
"Where could that girl have hidden?" she said out loud, pretending she didn't hear the suppressed sniggering coming from the bump on her bed. The noises only got more acute as she opened all the dressers and checked under the bed before flipping up the cover. The little bundle of grey fur shrieked out in glee before Cynthia pounced. Abby struggled for a second, expecting another tickle attack but calmed down when her mother called a truce by wrapping her arms around her and just holding her daughter close while both felines caught their breath.
"All right Abby, you had your fun, but now it's time for a bath. C'mon, won't it be nicer to get under your blanket all fluffy and clean?" she cooed, kissing the top of her girl's head as she spooned up against her.
"Okay, buuuuuut..." the kitten began, gears obviously turning in her head.
"But?"
"But you hafta have a bath too!" she finished and Cynthia sighed. As conditions go it wasn't unreasonable, since tumbling around the apartment with her kitten meant she'd picked up every errant speck of dust in the place.
"Okay then." She said, releasing Abby and leading her hand-in-hand to the bathroom. 
Cynthia made sure the water was nice and warm before letting the tap run and tying up her thick auburn hair behind her head. Bathing Abby was tiring enough without having to fuss with her own mane after they were done. She'd just reached behind her back to undo her bra when the kitten interrupted her.
"Ooh mommy, let me, let me!" she cried out and with a smile the motherly cat knelt down and let her kitten scamper behind her. Abby had gotten quite good with clasps and after only a second or two of fumbling Cynthia felt the cups grow lax under the weight of her breasts before she slid the straps off. She got up and slipped out of her panties while Abby followed her mother's example and slid her frilly pink underpants down her skinny legs. 
Cynthia was the first to step into the steaming water and made sure to sigh out loud as she remarked on how nice and warm it felt, all with the intent on luring the kitten in. Sure enough it had done the trick, and after a few testing dips of her toes Abby stepped in and joined her mother.
"There, isn't that nice? Now let's give each other a nice quick scrub before we relax and soak, okay?"
"Okay!" the kitten said, screwing her eyes shut and facing the showerhead before a cascade of warm water washed over her. Once both felines were dripping, Cynthia reached for a shampoo bottle.
"I can wash my front! You just help me with my back..." the kitten said, holding out her hands and waiting for her mother to squeeze out some of the fruity-scented goo. Once she did Abby began to vigorously work up a lather while her mommy's paws moved more methodically over her wet fur.
Soon enough Cynthia was kneeling in the water as she worked the soap down her little girl's back. Once she reached the kitten's wet tush Abby's soggy tail whipped up from the water and her back arched just a little. A smile spread across the motherly cat's muzzle as she palmed and then gently groped the girl's tiny cheeks, getting a short squeak which was followed by Abby pushing her cute little butt back into her mother's touch.
It had been months since that almost accidental bit of intimacy between them, and although Cynthia knew her daughter hadn't been scarred by it, she had briefly worried if she had made a mistake of introducing Abby to the sort of fun a girl can have with her (or someone else's) body. She'd wondered if their play hadn't opened a door that Abby would be in a hurry to go through, rushing past her childhood in the process.
But thankfully her worries were for naught. The kitten remained as childish as ever, and she viewed intimacy as just another game, albeit a special one. And she tended to view her mommy's body as a very, very special toy. For now though she was enjoying being the center of attention, with Cynthia's hands kneading her bouncy little cheeks more than cleanliness required. And once the feline rear was covered in foam, one hand slipped along the crack, trailing soap to a spot between the girl's thighs.
Abby parted her legs a little in what could have been mistaken for simple helpfulness if it wasn't for the kittens faint purring. Even when she'd asked her mother to join her in the bath, it hadn't occurred to the kitten that they might wind up 'playing' with each other, and now that her mommy's nimble fingers were gliding along her special place she almost (but not quite) regretted the chase she'd led her on. She was expecting her mother to touch her in that way that made tingles run down to her toes, and was disappointed when the feline behind her merely moved her paws lower and lathered up her thighs.
"Okay, that's your back done. Now turn around and let me see your front." Cynthia said, and a second later she was facing her kitten, a grin splitting the little feline's muzzle as she gestured with her eyes to the two mounds of thick lather she'd pushed up on her flat chest.
"Look mommy, I have boobies too!" the kitten beamed, swiveling her shoulders and proudly thrusting the fake bosom out. Cynthia made a point of examining the sudsy mounds carefully before pursing her lips and blowing sharply into one. Abby shrieked as one of her 'breasts' disappeared in a scattering of bubbles and clutched her hands to her chest in an effort to protect her newly-made feminine assets, but only succeeding in flattening them.
"Okay, now I get to do you!" she squeaked, letting her mother know it wasn't an option. With a smile, Cynthia knelt until she was waist-deep in the warm water, squeezing a bit of shampoo in her hand and her girl's.
While she worked the soap into her chest she could feel Abby's rather more animated efforts, the kitten getting payback for her ruined cleavage by furiously rubbing her mommy's back, starting from the shoulders and moving swiftly down. The assault calmed down when Abby ran her little paws up the older feline's sides, and became distinctly tender when the kitten's fingers brushed against the sides of Cynthia's full breasts.
With a grin, Cynthia decided to move on to her arms while her daughter reached around her, pressing her still flat chest against the bigger cat's back as she brazenly began to play with her mother's bosom. This was another little perk of their new game, and one that Cynthia enjoyed as much as the actual sex. There were no longer any no-go zones on either of their bodies, as far as the two of them were concerned, and as her kitten playfully lifted and dropped her sudsy rack Cynthia found herself softly purring and coaxing the same sound from her girl. It wasn't too long ago that she would have considered something like this wildly inappropriate, but once she experienced the sheer intimacy of moments such as these, she couldn't bring herself to view them as wrong again.
"Are you done with those?"
"M-hmm..." Abby replied, giving her mother's plush mounds a parting grope.
Cynthia rose in the bath, water running down her fur and a blush rising to her cheeks at the thought of what part of her was now exposed to her girl's tender mercies. She didn't even bother with soaping her lower half, instead just grabbing onto a hand rail while her kitten pounced on the wet feline rear staring her in the face.
The girl spent quite a while squeezing and kneading her mother's round cheeks, and Cynthia knew her daughter considered her body beautiful and envied the elder feline her womanly curves. The adoration was quite welcome, especially since the motherly cat still tended to get wistful about the trim figure she had before Abby, despite the fact that her pregnancy had filled out some quite eye-catching places.
When Abby's hand began to drift between her legs, she accommodated her girl by spreading her feet as much as she could in the tub. There was the usual reverence to her daughter's caress as she touched the spot on her mother that was both like and unlike what she had between her girlish thighs. Her purrs echoed in the tiled room as Abby palmed her mommy's slit, her soapy paw-pads lovingly rubbing the older cat's petals before one mischievous finger slid in. 
Her probing was tentative and casual enough that it could pass for merely some zealous cleaning, but Cynthia knew the kitten was fascinated with how deep she could reach into her mother's body, and the sort of noises she could get out of her when she did. After a brief wriggle, the digit was pulled out and the kitten moved along, soaping up her mommy' thighs. All well enough, since Cynthia was sure they'd wind up playing properly once they settled in for a nice long soak.
The motherly feline turned the water on again and the two cats each stood under the warm spray, turning slowly as the foam was rinsed off their bodies. Once they were done, Cynthia laid herself down in the tub, sighing wistfully as the heat of the bathwater enveloped her body, her ripe breasts resting just above the waterline as she placed her arms on the sides. She gave the foamy surface a few taps, beckoning her daughter who'd zoned out for a few seconds, her slitted eyes glued to the pair of feline mounds that looked like they were floating in the bath.
"Ooh, we forgot Miss Duck!" the kitten piped, quickly grabbing a yellow rubber bath toy that earned the 'Miss' by virtue of the tiny pink bow on top of its head. Once the little yellow birdie was bobbing next to her mommy's bountiful chest, Abby splashed down into the water and quickly snuggled up next to the larger feline.
With her face now inches away from Cynthia's soaked chest, there was no disguising the adoring awe on the kitten's face as she brazenly stared at her mother's mounds. With her fluffy fur now wet and slicked down she supposed the pillowy globes looked just a tad less full, but without fur softening the curves she also looked profoundly naked like this.
After a while simply looking wasn't enough, and Abby moved her paws to the older feline's bared breasts, first cupping and them groping each of the supple mounds with obvious familiarity. Cynthia let out another sigh, one that melded into a purr as her little kitten brought her lips to one of her nipples and eagerly took it into her muzzle.
The mommy-cat could feel the little nub stiffening along with its twin which was pressed against Abby's soft paw-pad at the moment. Cynthia placed one hand on the back of her little girl's head, cradling it against her bosom even as the other paw traced the line of her back and sunk under the sudsy water. Even though she knew by now that she couldn't get any milk out of them, Abby remained fascinated by her mother's boobies and liked to play with them every chance she got.
Cynthia, for her part, loved nothing more than to let her. On one hand it was a bit nostalgic to let her kitten pretend to nurse, although if she were being honest there was no confusing what Abby was doing now with a hungry baby's suckling. Her hands were still too small to properly palm Cynthia's generous mounds, but the kitten seemed to love feeling the weight of the soft globes in her paws while she lovingly groped them.
But as nice as her little hands felt, the kitten's mouth around her nipple was even better. Abby closed her eyes and purred into Cynthia's tit, the vibrations a wonderful accompaniment to the girl's tender kisses and the playful flicks of her raspy tongue against the stiff nub. In all honesty Cynthia had taught her most of those tricks, and while she loved nothing more than to press her muzzle against her kitten's little breast and look up lovingly at her adorable face as he suckled and licked her, Abby felt that 'big boobies are more fun'.
There was a clear 'pop' when the kitten took her mouth of one feline teat and moved on to the other, even as her mother's hand slid along the curve of her rump and between her legs. Abby raised her soggy tail out of the way and gave an eager whimper into her mother's breast when the older cat's skilled fingers found her lips.
It still amazed the kitten how thrilling it felt to have her mommy even lightly touch her down there. After their first time together, Abby had tried doing it by herself, and even though it had felt nice she never got those strange tingling sensations she had when her mother played with her the same way. Not that it would really have been a substitute, since she also liked the way she could make mommy feel by doing the same to her. And she got to see her mother make the sort of sounds and faces she'd never seen or heard anyone make!
She could feel her purring rev up as two feline fingers slid up and down each of her pink petals, avoiding, at least for now, the little cleft between them where she knew the real fun was. She was still frustrated by her mommy's insistence that she couldn't take much in there despite the fact that she knew mommy's kitty could take quite a lot! One time mommy had shown her what she called a 'grown-up toy', which turned out to be a sort of translucent pink stick made of some soft, rubbery stuff. She remembered her little muzzle was agape when mommy spread her legs and told her to push the thing in, the big pink thingy disappearing past the purring feline's splayed lips inch by inch.
But she had to admit mommy was right - when she'd pushed one finger up her own kitty she could only get the tip in until she felt something stopping her. Her mother insisted this was normal because she was still little, and told her that she could still have a lot of fun with herself down there without anything going very deep. And more to the point, her mother had shown her that she could. Even now she could feel mommy's ring and index finger pressing against the plump lips of her slit while her middle finger teased away between them.
She wriggled against mommy a little, enjoying the loving stokes but also feeling that impatience to feel more. Her mommy seemed to get the idea, and older feline's the middle finger began to press just a little, sliding between her lips and making the kitten's tail twitch underwater. With some reluctance, she released one of her mother's breasts and slid the hand along her tummy until she reached the bigger cat's submerged sex. 
She pressed her fingers against the feline mound and just began to rub it vigorously, the soft gasp from above her telling her mommy was enjoying herself. That only made Abby purr louder, the kitten hoping she and mommy would get those tingly sensations together. While it always felt great when it happened, Abby still couldn't describe the thrill she felt when they were both shuddering together, a shared moment that felt satisfying in a way she couldn't grasp.
Cynthia cooed in delight as her kitten's paw settled on her mound and Abby began to mash her soft paw-pad against her clit while her fingers did the same to her lips. She rewarded her girl by very gently dipping her own finger into the tight feline femininity she'd been teasing, purring as the stimulation caused Abby to let out a whimpering moan into the pillowy breast she was lovingly suckling. She was careful, as always, with her little girl's hymen, believing that it was something her daughter should save for a special boy somewhere down the line. Or a special girl, in case her kitten's current tastes didn't change with the onset of puberty.
And even though Abby sometimes seemed frustrated that her 'kitty' could only take a fingertip, Cynthia knew by now that it was quite enough to make her little angel cum. Even now she had to push it in and out gently, mindful of the tightness of her daughter's immature sex and the limits of her body, no matter how receptive it was.
Her little girl was apparently eager to make mommy feel nice as well, and Cynthia could hear her purr echoing just a little bit louder as the kitten's nimble fingers spread her labia open, exposing the delicate petals of her sex to the hot bathwater. She cooed lovingly into Abby's ear as her daughter pushed two fingers as deep as they could go, the tips searching blindly for the little spots that the little cat knew could coax even funnier noises from her mother.
She could feel the little digits pumping in and out in a rhythm that hinted of the practice the kitten had doing this sort of thing. The curious little fingers would curl this way and that, lovingly probing for those places within her mother's kitty that would turn her purrs into moans. Cynthia spread her legs as much as the tub allowed, her body seeming to melt in the hot water as her little girl continued to kiss and suckle her nipples even as her fingers worked busily in the cleft nestled between the momma-cat's shapely thighs.
Cynthia could feel just a hint of teeth tightening around one stiff nipple as she began to pump the tip of her own finger in and out of her daughter's tight little slit. The purring of her kitten as she nuzzled her breasts was heavenly and she could feel the delicate flesh of Abby's young femininity clinging to her fingertip. She let the hand that had been holding the kitten's head against her breast wander, since the girl already had her muzzle buried in the pillowy flesh of her mother's bosom. Instead she brought it to the base of Abby's tail, giving the soggy fur there a little scratch and smiling as her tail lashed just below the surface of the water.
The kitten seemed to view that as a challenge, and suddenly Cynthia found herself moaning as two more fingers were pushed past the lips of her sex, forcing the feline femininity to stretch as her little girl continued her pumping. Abby's efforts so far had been pleasantly sensual, but with her lips splayed around the girlish hand Cynthia found a heat rising within her loins that was matching that of the steaming water her body was submerged in.
The surface of the bath began to ripple as the two felines writhed against each other, the tiles echoing with rumbling purrs interrupted here and there with moans and squeaks. Even as she played with her mommy's kitty, Abby didn't neglect the older feline's lush bosom. Her tiny muzzle moved from one perky nipple to the other as she kissed and licked the sensitive nubs. She was mostly focusing on the right one, since her left hand was free and she could play with mommy's other teat. She still wasn't sure why she loved her mother's breasts as much as she did. In her eyes, her mommy was the most beautiful woman in the world, but the soft globes riding on her chest were strangely captivating for the little girl.
Her ears swiveled as the cat she was nestled against gave an eager little whimper, and she wasn't sure of it was because of what her fingers were doing between mommy's legs, or the way she'd just flicked her tongue across the nipple trapped between her lips. Whenever mommy kissed and sucked on her tiny nubs she always made sure t only brush them gently with her tongue, but she'd explained to her girl that the rasps on Abby's tongue were still soft because she was young, so it was okay for her to lick a little harder.
And while suckling and fondling mommy's boobies felt great, what the matronly feline was doing between the kitten's legs was even better! Abby could feel her toes curl and flex under the water with every gentle pump of her mommy's finger into her little slit. There was something about how full she felt when the tip was pushed inside her, and the tingling that spread through her tummy whenever it was pulled out.
"Are you close sweetie?" she heard her mother purr into one twitching ear. Unwilling to pry her mouth from the feline teat she was playing with, she merely nodded, nuzzling up to the pillowy mound. "Mommy's close to honey, just keep going..."
She'd opened her eyes at the sound of her mother's voice, and even though her field of vision was dominated by the motherly feline's bountiful bosom, she caught sight of something yellow bobbing nearby. As soon as the idea formed in her head she took the paw off Cynthia's breast and snatched the rubber toy, pulling it under the water.
Cynthia was in heaven - her chest rising and falling as her purrs turned to soft, low moans, enjoying both the warmth of the bath and that of the kitten snuggled up next to her. Well, at least I now know how to get that little furball to take her bath! She thought, her fingertip pumping away at her girl's tight little cunny while her other paw fondled and groped a bouncy feline cheek. Her kitten was close, and Cynthia honestly wasn't sure what she was looking forward to more - her own release, or the feeling of her little Abby shuddering against her in the throes of her own climax.
She was surprised when the girl's fingers were pulled from her sex when she was teetering on the edge of blissful release, the nimble little paw instead spreading her swollen lips wide. Before she could say anything she was surprised by something hard pushing between her splayed lips and then being forced deeper in. She had little time and less brainpower available to puzzle out what it was, since whatever Abby was pressing into her sex had been enough to make her eyes lose focus and her breathing speed up.
The feeling of Abby rubbing her clit under the hot water sent Cynthia over the edge, her velvety sex clenching around whatever she had inside her. She could tell her little girl was close, and it was almost on instinct that she pushed her fingertip as deep as she dared and began to dragge it up and down, using the rest of her fingers to push her little girl's lips together around the digit invading her young sex. Abby's lips left her stiff nipple, the flushed kitten letting out several breathy gasps before she buried her face between the soaked feline breasts, squealing into the pillowy cleavage as her climax wracked her young body.
Slowly the shuddering of the feline bodies calmed and the pair purred as they snuggled against each other under the once again still water. But when Abby raised both of her hands to play with her mother's wet bosom, Cynthia found herself unable to put of her question any longer.
"Sweetie, where is Miss Duck?" she asked, although she suspected she already knew.
"Miss Duck is a girl same as us, so it's okay for her to play with us..." her kitten replied without so much as batting an eye, wriggling against Cynthia until her thigh wound up between the larger feline's and pushed the rubber toy against her splayed lips.
Cynthia kissed the top of Abby's soggy head before they both got up to rinse off again. Neither of the cats could help but giggle at the sight of the body of a yellow rubber duck sticking out between Cynthia's legs, the head still clasped firmly by the mommy-cat's sex. Ever the helpful kitten, Abby took hold of Miss Duck and tugged until the rest of her slipped out with a wet 'plop', a thin strand of feline honey briefly connecting the orange bill and the gently parted folds of her mommy's cunny.
After a vigorous toweling and some quick blow-drying, both feline coats were fluffy and pristine-clean, and both cats (especially the younger one) were feeling eager to go to bed. Cynthia didn't say anything when her little girl followed her into her bedroom, knowing her daughter liked a cuddle after this sort of 'game'. Neither bothered with any clothes, instead just squirming under the heavy comforter and snuggling up against each other. Cynthia could feel the huff of her little girl's breath against the fluffy fuzz covering her chest and after a good-night kiss both the felines' purrs tapered off as they drifted into blissful slumber.