Midnight Snacks for the Corleon Family 2

by OttersInTrousers

written as a commission for @Arikado

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It's a slow day at work for Ivy Corleon. She yawns.

She's a cat with black-and-white tuxedo fur, tall and thin but with just enough grace to not look gangly. At thirty years old, she has two kittens, 10-year-old Violet and 8-year-old Heather. "Work" for her is the sex shop, Paw Off, the owner of which gives her a lot of freedom to set her own hours, to best fit her kittens' schedules. 

From her position lounging atop the checkout counter, Ivy surveys her domain—the aisles of Paw Off are just as pristine and well-organized as she left them the last time she took a break from being bored to tidy up. Of course, the empty area of the shelves for penetrables is a bit of an eyesore, but she can't do anything about that right now. Ivy really doesn't understand how they completely sold out of penetrables in smaller sizes in only a week. Maybe sex ed at schools.

"Or Teach Your Kid To Masturbate Day," she mumbles to herself, then snickers at the nonsensical idea.

Of course, that leads her to thinking about her own experiences. Barely three months ago, while checking on her kittens overnight, Ivy found Heather splayed out and very erect. Since then, Ivy has made frequent trips to the kitten's bedroom to secretly love her. She hasn't worked up the courage to attempt penetration—of either herself or Heather—but she wants it. She needs it. And of course, her older kitten Violet could also stand to receive some overnight loving too. Ivy's so horny just thinking about touching her kittens, licking them, bringing them to orgasm after orgasm with her body.

She notices a customer just before they arrive at the door, and hops down from her perch to stand behind the counter and—hopefully—hide her erection. But as the koolie dog woman reaches out for the handle, her phone rings and she steps away to answer it. Ivy sighs.

Thinking on it now, her paw idly drumming on the counter, Ivy's pretty sure the koolie woman is a regular, having been in here several times by now. Cool and calm, and she always knows what she wants. It makes her a good customer.

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When the koolie returns fifteen minutes later, she has more spring in her step than before—tail wagging and muzzle grinning as Ivy exchanges greetings with her. It doesn't last long, though. As she browses the penetrables, an air of awkwardness settles around her. 

Ivy doesn't openly stare at her—most customers anywhere wouldn't like to be stared at, especially so at a sex shop—opting to browse her phone, relying on her ears and peripheral vision to track her. The koolie paces a bit, gives her a few side-eyes before working up the courage to come ask for help. By the time she approaches the counter, the anxiousness is thick enough it has Ivy working to keep her tail calm.

"I, uh," the koolie begins, tripping over words, then shaking her head. She starts over, "so my new partner! I'm trying to find something to better fit her, but..." she trails off as she thumbs towards the bare patch of shelf. Before Ivy can answer, the customer perks up at a thought and barrels on. "Because she's, y'know, small—and those are all out." Her smile is strained. 

"Oh, we get all sorts coming through, don't you worry," Ivy tries to reassure with a dismissive hand wave. "I'm here to help, no matter what sort of equipment you or any partners might have." She keeps her tone calm, casual, as she continues. "That said, we are fresh out of all our smaller-sized penetrables, grinders, everything. Dunno what happened but they all flew out of stock in the last few days." She shrugs. "We should get a new shipment in next week, and I should have things restocked by the end of the next day, if you want to come back then. If you like, I could set a few models aside for you."

The koolie woman takes a moment to chew on that thought before accepting the suggestion. "Okay, yeah, that'd be nice."

Ivy grabs the pen and pad from below the counter. "Alrighty, under what name?"

A few notes and a quick 'thanks have a nice day' later, Ivy is once again alone with her thoughts. The koolie woman—Georgia, her name turns out to be and Ivy determines to remember this time—was a lot more nervous and distracted than usual. She's normally cool and collected, happy to discuss her plans for whatever toy she's found each trip, eager to swap stories about her teenage twin pups with Ivy's two kittens.

Her teenage twin pups.

Ivy's mind can't help but wander. What if she and her family are like Ivy, and that's who she's buying for? It would explain the awkwardness, worrying about raising suspicions. She did buy a small dildo. She's shown Ivy a photo of the pups before, they're cute, and Georgia has a nice lesbian milf thing going for her—whatever they'd be up to, it would be hot. 

That thought leads Ivy right back to her fantasies about Violet and Heather, and all the things she might do with them someday. Her erection rapidly returns to straining at her pants. Maybe she could teach them how to masturbate, using herself as an example. Or even help them with it. She certainly won't just hand them some toys and tell them to go for it.

And if she's lucky, maybe eventually she can watch them have sex—or have sex with them! One at a time or all together, she isn't picky. Spreading either of their little pussies wide on her shaft, or feeling Heather inside her. Ivy makes a note to set aside a few toys for her kittens as well when she goes through the new shipment.

It's a good thing today's been slow, because if she keeps this up, she's going to need a break to go rub one out. 

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At 1:17AM, Violet decides it's as good a time as any—she's spent the last thirty minutes quietly touching herself in bed waiting to make super sure everyone is definitely asleep. Once it's safe, she slips from under her covers and pads over to her bedroom door. Unlike her mom and younger sister, Violet's fur is tortoiseshell, with patches of black and orange without any white. Also unlike the other two, she actually wears clothes to bed. Tonight it's tortie-colored panties that match her fur pattern and one of her mom's retired button-ups, its sleeves long enough to drape well past her hands.

Carefully, she cracks open her door and peers out into the hall, finding it as dark and quiet as she hoped. With her bare kitty paws she slinks across to her little sister's bedroom and lets herself in.

There on the bed, starfished and very naked, is Violet's younger sister, Heather. Like the kittens' mother, Heather has black and white fur, and she's a herm. Even now, her little penis is erect, standing proud in the dark. She must be dreaming something fun—that makes it easier for Violet, she doesn't have to get Heather ready before she can satisfy her own needs.

Careful not to move too suddenly, she slips up onto the bed and settles between Heather's knees.

Violet has had so much fun doing all these naughty things to Heather in her sleep—licking, sucking, touching her all over to draw out little sighs and moans and stuttered purrs—and touching herself while she does it. Someday, maybe, she'll try waking her up, because surely there's a lot more things they could do together—Just as long as they're quiet enough to not wake up mom.

For now, though, Violet contents herself with wrapping her paw around her little sister's shaft. She grins when Heather's purr ramps up, grinning as she traces her finger pads over the little bumps of Heather's spines. 

She slips her free hand down into the front of her panties to finger herself, and discovers that she's really wet, so wet her panties are stuck to her—her idle fingering earlier really did a number on them. Pulling away from her little sister, she peels her panties off of her pussy and slides them down, then she has an idea that makes her grin.

Violet dangles her shed panties above Heather's nose, arousal-soaked gusset turned out and glistening in the starlight—both natural ones outside the window and artificial glow stars on her walls. Sure enough, even as Heather continues quietly snoring, her penis throbs and oozes a bead of pre. Giggling quietly at the obvious effect the scent of her pussy is having on her little sister, Violet pulls them back, and wraps them around Heather's little cock.

She freezes.

Violet had done it for fun, thinking it would be a neat new way to rub Heather, but the sight of it—the implications of it—does something to her. They're hers. And now Heather's oozing into them. And they look like herself, too, matching her fur pattern. It's almost like what if she were up on top of Heather, against her.

She wants to do more.

But it will have to wait. Right now, she's eager to continue this, and so is Heather. She lays herself down alongside the younger kitten, one hand grasping Heather's panty-wrapped penis, the other finding its way back to her own pussy. It's more difficult to feel the little bumps that make up Heather's barbs through the fabric, but she still enjoys the thought that they're there—their implied sensation is enough. Every few strokes, she leans in to place a delicate kiss to either of Heather's lowermost nipples, lave her rough little tongue over them. 

Heather begins to tense up under Violet's ministrations—a sign of her approaching orgasm. Violet speeds up her rubbing, maintains the lip-lock she has on Heather's bottom-right nipple, gently bites down. Her own climax is near, too. They might even cum together if she's lucky. The pressure builds inside her as she arches her finger—careful to keep her claw in—inside her pussy. She grins against her little sister's nipple as it builds, and builds, and—

A click sounds from down the hall. 

Violet panics.

In a blink, she throws herself from her little sister's bed, landing carefully on quiet paws, and scurries into the closet just in time.

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Ivy wakes from a catnap more than ready for tonight's fun. She's been looking forward to this since her daydreaming at work. A quick stretch and jaw-cracking yawn, and she heads out—

and winces as the door latch pops out from her releasing the handle too early. Her ears twitch towards a quiet shuffle from Heather's room, but silence follows. Good enough. She slinks down the hall, hoping to find her younger kitten still sleeping soundly, naked as usual.

She does, and silently rejoices, until she notices the little addition Heather is wearing—wrapped around her kitten cock is a pair of her older sister's panties.

"Naughty girl," she whispers to herself. Unfortunately, Ivy's too late—she just missed her kitten's orgasm, a large damp spot slowly oozing cum through the fabric.

But more importantly, she just missed Heather stealing her older sister's panties and masturbating with them. She wishes she could have seen it. 

"Very naughty girl." In the quiet and the dark, Ivy's large cock drips a glob of pre to the carpet. "Just like mommy," she adds, petting the kitten's head. Determined to make the most of the situation before Heather finishes her orgasm, Ivy braces a hand against the bed and leans in towards the kitten's crotch, tongue out.

And freezes an inch away.

She sniffs. The obvious arousal hangs thick in the air, but there's something else. There's Ivy's excitement, Heather's too, and Heather's cum, but also Violet. They're her panties, so Ivy supposes it's to be expected, but this is more. This is—the panties smell of Violet's arousal, too. 

"I can smell why you took those," she sing-songs quietly. "Digging for your sister's laundry just to smell her arousal? Naughty little kitty." Ivy presses her muzzle in against Heather's crotch, breathes deeply of the fragrant blend of her kittens' mixed excitement and nearly cums. Her knees grow week and her hips lurch forward, flicking a pearly string of precum out and across the bedding.

It's intoxicating. She flicks her tongue out to lap up a bead of Heather's semen. Filtering through the panties has imbued it with the flavor of Violet's arousal, too. Just that one taste isn't enough. Ivy sucks and licks at the soaked panties covering her kitten's little dick. Between two enthusiastic kisses, she moans out her daughter's name. She needs more—all of it. In the back of her mind, she realizes that someday, she must have the real thing. Someday, she will eat Heather's cum straight from Violet's pussy.

And it will be glorious.

That thought coupled with her previous efforts push her over the edge. She thinks fast, climbing onto the bed to press her own cock into those same panties, alongside Heather's wilting penis, and lets go.

The panties, already soaked through by two kittens, stand no chance against Ivy's production. She floods them, coating her daughter's crotch in her abundance.

Ivy sags on the bed, taking a couple heaving breaths to steady herself, purring up a storm. This is maybe the hottest thing she's ever experienced. But now poor Heather is a real mess. Ivy will need to clean this up. Of course, these panties will need to go, too. But she can't let the kitten know she's been caught—she'll have to bring a replacement pair. And if she just happens to keep these, well, who could blame her. She climbs down onto weak legs and slinks away. Closing the door quietly behind her, she crosses the hall to Violet's room.

It's empty.

This might be a blessing or a curse, depending on how quick Ivy can act. She hurries over to the dresser, withdraws the first clean pair she finds, and heads right back into the hall. She doesn't run into her eldest daughter, and quietly rejoices. Figuring Violet must be in the bathroom, and that she'll check on her once she's finished cleaning up, Ivy opens Heather's door.

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As soon as the door closes, Violet throws herself out of the closet and onto her little sister's bed, leaning forward on her knees. The mess is still fresh, still warm, and she is eager to get at it.

But the scent gives her pause.

She knows that scent. Of course she just saw who it's from, but she's smelled it before. She sniffs, careful, at the cum oozing through and around her panties, and then it hits her—the other night, when she visited Heather and found cum on her tummy, it smelled like this. At the time, she thought there was too much, and that it tasted different from usual, and now she knows it's because it was different. It was her mom's. Her mom has been doing stuff with Heather, too.

Violet all but moans into her little sister's crotch at just the thought of her mom being so naughty, then she starts licking up what she can of the semen all over Heather and the panties.

Her fingers work her little pussy with a fervor, thumbpad grinding in hard against her clit as she digs a digit into her vagina, seeking out the spot at the front side that feels so good to rub.

She's so close. So close.

So close she doesn't hear her mother in her room. So close she doesn't notice Heather's door opening again.

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Ivy walks in on her older daughter sloppily licking cum off her younger daughter's crotch. 

What's she wearing under Ivy's button-up? It hangs so low over her rump and thighs that Ivy can't make out what she's wearing or what she's doing with her hand. And how did she even get in here without Ivy noticing? Did they just miss one another? Those questions don't matter right now, nor does the raging hard-on this is giving her. Ivy needs to stop her.

"Violet."

The kitten freezes, hackles raised, when she hears Ivy's sharp, chastising tone. Slowly, her ears, then her eyes, then the rest of her, turn towards the door where Ivy is standing, one hand on the handle and the other holding a fresh pair of Violet's panties. Their eyes meet. 

"What do you think you're doing?" Ivy whisper-shouts and points an accusatory claw at her older daughter—then remembers she's holding Violet's panties in that one and quickly switches to her other hand.

"Wha—me?" Violet responds, too loud. She points a much smaller but just as accusatory claw at her mother's rock-hard erection. "What were you doing?" She's seen Ivy's penis before, but never quite like she did moments ago, like now—wet and dripping with semen. It's hot. She scoots along the bed toward the edge.

Ivy tries to cover her boner. This situation has not helped make her any softer, and now she's practically touching herself in front of Violet.

"This—it's just morning wood!"

Violet's paws fist on her hips.

"I saw you, Mom."

"How did—" Ivy's eyes trail from Violet along the wall to the closet door, now ajar. "Oh." She blinks. That answers her question. "Well shit." She huffs and massages her brow. "Fine, come on, we need to talk," she chides. "And bring those used panties."

Violet growls, but peels her sticky panties off Heather, exposing her little sister's penis. Noticing it's still a mess, she dips her head down to wrap her muzzle around it, quickly sucking and licking the worst of the leftover cum from it before pulling away feeling satisfied. Ivy, watching with wide eyes, opens her mouth to stop her, but it's so hot that instead, her maw just hangs open as she stares. 

There's a grumble from Heather. Ivy and Violet shoot to attention, eyes and ears trained on the youngest kitten as she first curls up on her side, then rolls over face down. She goes right back to snoring. The two conscious cats let out a relieved sigh, then Ivy gestures frantically for Violet to come with her.

The kitten skulks over to her mom. On their way out, Ivy remembers the fresh panties still clutched in her paw, and tosses them onto the bedding.

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The pair of cats return to Violet's room.

"I'm not mad at you," Ivy offers quietly, reassuring Violet as soon as the door is shut. She points to the kitten's bed, and Violet hops up. Ivy joins her, leaving a few inches between their thighs, and they sit quietly together for a moment as she gathers her thoughts.

Violet rubs her hands between her knees, used panties still clutched in one paw, unsure of what to say or do while she waits.

"I was just real surprised—heck, I'm still a little surprised," Ivy chuckles. "—and concerned. For you and for her." She pulls the tortie kitten into her side, purring. "I'm sorry I was so frantic."

"Me, too. I thought you were, you know, done."

"Startled you, too, huh?"

"Mhm."

Another moment of silence passes, somewhat less awkwardly. Ivy's glad she already had The Talk with Violet, but she really wasn't expecting to be sitting down again, this time to discuss how both of them are molesting Heather in her sleep.

"So," Ivy begins, looking for common ground. "That's something we both do, yeah? Touching Heather while she's sleeping, making her feel good?"

"Yeah." Violet shifts in her seat. She doesn't look up, but Ivy can still make out a hint of a blushing smile. She rewards the kitten by petting along her arm.

"What all have you been doing with her?" The kitten still hesitates, uncertain. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just wanna know. What if I tell you what I've done, too? Like how tonight I sucked her off. I like doing that with her." That seems to work.

"Me, too." Violet's blush—and her smile—grow. Ivy gives the kitten her full attention, and waits while she finds her words. "Mostly, I just touch her—penis. With my hand. And sometimes with my mouth. I like drinking her, uh, semen when she's done, and I lick it up if she does it when it's not in my mouth." She pauses, obviously thinking about her exploits. Her thighs squeeze and rub together. The scent of her arousal increases. Ivy definitely feels the same way. "Oh and I touch her nipples with my hands and mouth." Ivy is so thankful she took the time to teach the kittens the terms for their body parts, and enabled Violet to be so frank with her.

"Thank you for telling me. As for me," she leans back on one hand to think. "Everything you just said, but also," she she counts out with her fingers as she goes, "I use my mouth and hands on her vagina, plus I use my penis." It gives a throb, and Violet's eyes track to it, pupils growing as she stares. "Rub that against her pus—vagina, and her penis, and I use my hand to rub both our penises at the same time."

Violet nods, slowly leaning closer in towards Ivy's bobbing member.

"How long have you been doing things like that with your sister?" Ivy's question pulls Violet's attention back from her cock.

"I dunno, like, a couple months?" Violet's answer surprises Ivy. Has she really been playing with her sister for that long? But then, what Ivy saw minutes ago wasn't the awkward experimentation of a kitten new to oral sex. No, she was going at it, she was eager and comfortable with it.

"Me, too, Vi." She nudges her side into the kitten's. "I wonder if we started on the very same night." She briefly entertains the thought of their naughtiness starting off together. "How many close calls do you think we've had before tonight?" That gets Violet to clench her thighs together again.

"Tonight, when I tasted your stuff in her fur, I realized I had it before." Ivy's brows rise in response. "About a week ago, I musta got to her right after you finished, and I thought she had just squirted a lot more than usual."

"Oh." Her penis throbs in the open. "Wait, that was—so when you weren't hungry that morning, and I said it was because you had too much of a snack..."

Violet nods vigorously, blush overtaking her ears. Ivy belly-laughs.

"Wow, kitten." She pets Violet's ears, then pulls her in for a hug. "Love you, Vi."

"Love you, too, Mom." Violet's voice is muffled, and it takes Violet a moment to realize it's because she just shoved her daughter's face into her naked boobs.

"Whoops! Sorry kitten." She eases her hold to let the kitten up.

But as Violet pulls away from the hug, her attention is laser-focused on Ivy's cock again. "Can I—look at it?"

"Hmmm." From this angle and with the button-up only fastened so far, Ivy can see right down the kitten's shirt, and spots her little nipples. She licks her chops. "Thank you for asking. You may, but under one condition." She holds up her one finger for drama. "You've gotta be naked, too." She boops the finger to Violet's snout.

"Okay!" Violet hops up, steps away, then spins around to face her mother. She lifts her paws to the buttons of her shirt, but has to waggle the sleeves to get them to settle at her elbows. Her excitement gets the better of her, though, and her hands are too shaky to work the buttons. As she grumbles, Ivy reaches out, hooking a finger in the gap between two buttons, and gently tugs her in.

"Let me help, kitten?"

Violet lowers her hands and stands patiently while Ivy unfastens each button, top down. After the third, it hangs open far enough she could easily slip it from the kitten's shoulders and drop it to the ground, but that would be rushing things. Instead, she slips one hand in to cup over Violet's budding chest. Ivy's fingerpads trace the circumference of her kitten's areola, drawing a cute squeak from her.

"You like that?"

Violet nods, stepping closer. Ivy pulls her in, settling her between her thighs with her back turned, hand still inside the shirt and now at a better angle. For a moment, Ivy delights in the little noises she coaxes from Violet as she pinches and flicks her hard little nipple, nuzzling against the base of her ear.

"Your little sister loves this, too. You sound just like her." Ivy returns to unbuttoning the shirt, now one-handed. As she nears the bottom, she pauses, peering all the way down the kitten's front at the little cleft just visible between her thighs. "Is that your pussy?" Before the kitten can answer, she snakes her hand down to stroke her bare, plump vulva. "Oh, it is. You naughty kitten, where's your panties?"

Violet takes a ragged breath, thighs twitching. "Um, there." She points to the cum-soaked panties lying on her bed. 

Ivy cocks her head with an inquisitive trill.

"When you were talking to yourself—Ahnn!" Violet is interrupted by a moan, as Ivy slips her middle finger into her vagina, the others resting on her labia. "—in Heather's bed. You thought Heather took 'em from the hamper, but she didn't." She rocks her hips into her mom's palm. 

Ivy massages the tiny mound of Violet's boob and half-moans into her ear, "Oh? Is that so?" pushes her finger a little deeper. 

"I took mine off and put 'em on her before you got there."

"Ohhh, I see," Ivy purrs, cheshire smile on her muzzle. She starts slowly pumping her middle finger in and out of the kitten's pussy. "You little slut." She rubs her cheek along the top of Violet's head, ear to ear, marking her. Violet took off her own, pussy-soaked panties and used them to get her little sister off. The thought alone makes Ivy's cock throb against the kitten's back, deposit a thick glob of pre into the shirt.

"Mmmm—hah..." Enjoying the feeling of her mother's sexual touches, Violet's attention returns to the large, hot erection pulsating against her back. With the fingertip pausing knuckle-deep in her pussy to wiggle around, Violet manages to speak up, "Ngah! M-mom."

Violet's moan brings Ivy back to the present, where she's vigorously fingering the poor kitten. She slows down.

"Yes, Vi?"

"Can I have my turn now?"

"Oh!" Ivy pops her finger out, all warmed up and moistened by her daughter' kitty cunny, then slips the shirt from around Violet's shoulders, letting it pool at her paws. "Of course, kitten. You can touch it, too, if you want."

Violet spins in place, leaning in and marveling at Ivy's cock.

"It's way bigger than Heather's." The kitten traces her finger pads along the rough bumps of Ivy's spines.

"Well, yes, I'm fully grown." Ivy sniffs at Violet's arousal on her finger, then gives it a slow lick, savoring its taste.

"Your balls, too."

"Yyyyyep." Ivy smiles around her finger, sucking off what remains of the kitten's pussy juice and daydreaming about eating her out—soon she promises herself—watching as Violet pokes and inspects her package. Her breath comes shaky as one little paw feels up the size and weight of her testicles. The wordless astonishment about her impressive endowment fills her with pride, and without thinking she spreads her legs further, tilts her hips up, until Violet's second paw joins in, finding the base of her dick.

Ivy grins down at her, sitting on the floor, looking so needy with her mouth open and tongue out, massive cock right in her face. Ivy bites her lip and whispers, "My needy little whore."

Over the course of her investigations, the sneaky kitten gets a lot closer to Ivy without her realizing, until her muzzle is right up near her cock, breath steamy against it. Ivy throbs.

"Caaareful, kitten, you've got me real worked up." The warning doesn't save Violet from the bead of precum that drips from her tip onto the kitten's nose. Ivy chuckles at her scowl.

"I noticed," Violet grouses, dabbing off the pre from her snout. She pulls back to look Ivy in the eyes. "Can you put it in me?" Almost as an afterthought, she adds, "please?"

There is no way Ivy can fit. She knows this. She's thought about it—a lot. That would require working up to it, slowly. And they do not have the sort of time to do that, all in one night.

"Aw, Vi. I would love to, but I can't. Maybe someday soon. But right now, there's no way I could fit in you." Violet's disappointment is obvious—ears and tail drooping, posture sagging. Ivy pets her head, continuing. "Come back up here, lay back a sec."

Violet does as instructed, lying on her back at the edge of the bed, and looking down her body as Ivy slips between her thighs. 

"Look, sweetheart." Ivy lays her cock down on top of Violet, sheath even with her pussy lips, to illustrate. The tip is up around the kitten's ribs. "I'm way too long and way too wide to be in you." Violet looks deep in thought. "What's on your mind, kitten?"

"Are you sure it won't fit?"

Ivy chuckles.

"Well you're sure eager."

Ivy considers the predicament she finds herself in, her eyes passing from her kitten's pleading face, to her too-small vagina and Ivy's own too-large cock throbbing overtop of it, and gets an idea for another demonstration. She pulls away until her tip is just at her kitten's entrance. Violet's slit pupils expand even further, blowing out with a hunger Ivy hasn't seen before from the kitten. Under her breath, Ivy mutters, "Fuck, that's hot." Unlikely as it is that she'll get anywhere, she's still so horny she can't help but try—she presses forward. Her cock—large even for an adult—strains the kitten's lips apart, earning her tip a very wet kiss from the ten-year-old's labia.

Both moan at the sight and feel of it.

But that's as far as she gets. There's just no way she could strain the kitten open enough to force her way into her vagina. Even still, it takes all of Ivy's willpower to pull back.

"See, kitten?"

"Oh." The disappointment in Violet's voice is palpable. A moment later, bouncing back, she adds, "It's kinda cool how big you are, even if you won't fit." She reaches down to grasp it, feeling the heft of it. "It's bouncy." She pokes it as it bobs in time with Ivy's pulse.

That gets a chuckle out of Ivy. She takes it by the base, and slaps it onto Violet's tummy a couple times, flinging a drop of pre up onto Violet's chest.

"Yeah it is." She leans in and nuzzles the kitten. "Tell you what, I have another idea that should still make both of us feel good." 

"Really?"

"Yes, sweetie." Rising from her position between Violet's legs, Ivy pads to her side, then climbs in. "Come here and we'll cuddle," she says, holding out an arm. "And while we cuddle, I'll put it between your thighs, right along your pussy." Intercrural sex won't be perfect for them, but it'll be good—and perfect is impossible anyway. Ivy watches Violet eagerly rush up to slip under the covers beside her and remembers the last time she saw that sight, barely a year ago, when Violet couldn't sleep. Unlike then, now both of them are stark naked and her kitten is fondling her erection. She reaches out, runs a hand up and down her front through her bellyfur. "Alright, Vi, roll over—" she twirls her finger for illustration, "—then I'll scoot in behind you to spoon you."

"Spoon," Violet giggles, as she does as Ivy asked. When Ivy presses in against her back, she releases a quiet ohhh of realization. "Because our bodies look kinda like spoons fitting together like this?"

"Exactly right, Violet!" Ivy nuzzles her approvingly.

A few minutes pass as mother holds daughter, enjoying the feeling. Then Violet's tail swishes and thumps the mattress with anticipation. Ivy supposes she should move it on. Reaching down between them and angling her hips back, she takes hold of her cock to aim.

"Feel this?" She places her tip right against the opening of Violet's vagina. The kitten's tail lashes freely with tension. She swallows and nods.

"Mhm."

"Soon, I promise, I will put it in you. But tonight," Ivy angles further down, slides her cock along the length of Violet's little pussy, "we'll do it like this." Cock secured between the kitten's thighs, she slips her hand upwards, trailing a ghostly touch from Violet's hip along her side to her uppermost nipple. "But don't you worry, kitten," her voice comes out husky as she breathes the words into Violet's ear. "Between my paw and my penis, I'll make sure it feels plenty good for you."

Violet moans. 

It surprises Ivy a little just how lustful it is—and how much of an effect it has on her. She thrusts forcefully against her kitten's butt, holds her a little tighter, throbs. She's instantly thankful that she already pushed past Violet's pussy, because if she'd still had her tip against her entrance, she may not have had the control to hold back that hump. The little kitten's hips tilt and she squeezes her thighs harder against the hot penis sandwiched between them. A giggle bubbles up out of Ivy.

"You liked that, huh?"

Violet's pinned-back ears are practically glowing from her blush as she nods.

"Yeah, you like that, kitten?" She lets her self-satisfied purr creep into her voice. "You like having your mom's big fat cock between your legs, rubbing your little pussy?" She grinds in all the harder, enjoying how slick her kitten's pussy has made her. "Mmmmm, you feel how wet you're making my cock? You're soaked, you little slut." Violet wriggles in her grasp at the name.

The fur between Violet's thighs is sinfully soft, matching her pubic fluff, but rapidly dampening. Ivy idly hopes that in the future, she'll get a longer, more careful feel of it when ongoing sex isn't their primary concern. Maybe she'll bury her muzzle between the kitten's thighs, enjoy the fluffy delight, and when her proximity becomes too much and Violet gets horny, eat her out. But right now, that fur is becoming more and more slickened by her arousal, which offers a different sort of pleasure. 

"Mmm, my little kitten slut." Ivy's purr kicks up and she keeps pumping her hips. She runs her free paw up her kitten's belly, tweaking each nipple on the way.

"M-mom!" Violet arches her back, pressing her butt into Ivy's hips and her chest into her hands.

"I got you, kitten," Ivy reassures, placing a quick kiss to the top of the kitten's head as she gives the next nipple even more attention. She speeds up her hips, rapid muffled slaps of hip on hip.

Violet goes suddenly tense, thighs clenching vice-like around Ivy's cock.

"Ohh, that's it, that's it kitten." Ivy keeps working her hips as Violet orgasms. She trails her hand back down her kitten's belly, each nipple grazed by her pawpad eliciting a little whimper of pleasure. "Mmmm, cum for mommy," she croons into her ear. As her fingers arrive at Violet's pussy and begin rubbing roughly around her small clit, she leans further to rub her cheeks anywhere she can reach—her ears, her muzzle, her cheek—scent-marking her.

The addition of her scent so strong in Violet's fur sets her off, redoubling her pleasure. She turns to bury her muzzle in her pillow and yowls.

Ivy's breakneck pace can't go on forever. As her kitten tumbles into a second consecutive orgasm, Ivy reaches her own climax. She gasps, eyes wide, when she realizes. And then a delicious idea occurs to her. Ivy pulls her hips back a bit further than usual, placing her tip right at Violet's entrance. Her hips still twitch, still trying to thrust on their own.

"Ready, kitten?" Violet's reply is a nod, tongue lolled out the side of her muzzle and eyes unfocused.

Violet turns her head to look back at her, tongue lolled out the side of her muzzle and eyes unfocused, to cry out, "Please, mommy!"

Ivy pushes forward, carefully, just the tiniest bit, to force the head of her cock into the kitten's vagina, and lets go. This already pushes the limits of Vi's kitty cunny, but Ivy still has the hardest time holding back, keeping herself from forcing it any deeper. She clenches a fist around her shaft, squeezing tight, both to add stimulation and to help stop herself. She groans and yowls as cum spills into her daughter. The kitten gasps, clenching down on Ivy's tip like a vice, and then squirts, spattering the bed in her pussy juice.

She finds her voice to cry out, "I can feel it in me, Mom!" She groans and writhes in Ivy's grip. "Deeper, Mom! Deeper!" 

Ivy really wants to give her everything, every inch of her too-big cock, but holds back. Between each powerful spurt she mutters more obscenities through gritted teeth. "Beg for it. You little whore! Take my fucking seed!" She relaxes her fist at the same time the kitten lifts a leg, but even the slightest additional pressure makes Violet tense up.

Still, she keeps begging for more.

Ivy marvels at her enthusiasm, holding her tighter as she empties herself into her little pussy. As her orgasm winds down, she sighs more quietly. How she longs to shove her sperm deeper into that tight little pussy—make it squeeze through her tiny cervix. Her grip on Violet loosens as she sinks into a boneless post-orgasm fugue. 

"Deeperrrr," Violet's muttered plea putters out in a purr. Ivy giggles, her own purr rumbling.

"Still can't do that, Violet. But you're doing so good." She sighs, long and happy. "So hot."

It's been a long time since Ivy has cum this much. She's pretty productive, baseline, but this is easily twice as much as her usual. Her first orgasm, frotting with Heather in Violet's panties, must not have been enough on its own to empty her out from being horny all day.

It's all the more sexy because Violet's little pussy is so small, so tight, that it's formed a seal around Ivy's cock tip, trapping her semen inside the kitten.

"Can you feel it inside you, Vi?"

"Mmhmmmmmm," the kitten purrs wriggling herself against her mother.

Ivy lifts her arm and trails her fingerpads down Violet's front, from her nipples down, resting her palm against the kitten's newly-rounded belly, then kisses her ear.

"There's so much."

"There sure is. You did that, sexy little kitten."

They lie together through their post-orgasm bliss, until Ivy's cock begins to go soft. Violet gasps and looks down when her pussy starts pouring out the cum that had been packed inside. Ivy just smirks and caresses her tummy as she waits for most of it to sluice out.

When they're done, the bed is a mess, but there's enough room to slide over and out of the worst of the puddle. Ivy rolls onto her back, and Violet climbs onto her to settle on top, little pussy still leaking their fluids down onto Ivy's crotch. She gently grooms what she can reach of Violet's head and ears while they purr in unison.

"I wish you could have fit more of it in me."

"I know, kitten. Me, too." Ivy pets down her daughter's back with one hand and gently fondles her small pert butt with the other. "Sorry for calling you names." She kisses the kitten between the ears.

"'s okay," Violet mumbles against her breast.

With a chuckle, Ivy adds, "Maybe Heather would be a better fit for you first, and we can work you up to taking me."

Violet nods against her chest. A moment later, she's asleep. Ivy nuzzles her ear, then tugs the covers up and over them.

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In the morning, when everything is still at peace and the sun has only just begun to crest over the horizon and through the curtains of Violet's bedroom window, mother and daughter sleep soundly.

"Violet," Heather's voice comes from the hall as the door first cracks open, then swings wide. "Where's Mom—oh!" She stops short, not wanting to disturb the cozy scene of her mom and older sister sharing a blanket, seemingly sound asleep.

Ivy barely manages to crack open one eye, to take in the sight of her younger kitten. Heather is frozen in the doorway, wearing nothing but the pair of Violet's panties that Ivy dropped off as she and Violet retreated.

From where she's lying on her back against the wall with her paws hanging off the too-small mattress, with Violet lying on top of her still snoring, Ivy reaches out from under the covers and makes a grabby motion at her youngest, who takes that as invitation enough to wordlessly approach.

"Sorry, kitten, just five more minutes," she murmurs, as Heather climb up on top of the blanket and curls into her side. Once she's settled, her purr joins the chorus of her older sister and mother. Ivy squeezes her in just a little tighter. "We'll get up real soon. Promise."

Ivy probably has a lot more to discuss with Violet—and maybe Heather too—when they all finally get out of bed, but for now she contents herself with holding them close, enjoying the sounds of their purrs, the fluff of Violet's soft tummy fur against her growing morning wood, the pressure of Heather against her hip, and the comforting smell of both kittens so close.