Nini
Jessica and I continued milking Sebby for most of the night. He wasn’t awake for much of it, the constant climaxing and pheromone induced zombie state taking a toll shortly after Jessica straddled his lap. She moaned happily as her son’s meat filled her, then glanced at me.
“How did you do that,” she asked, “the fur changed?” Her eyes stayed on me as her hips bounced on Sebby’s lap.
“It’s hard to explain,” I started, unsure how to guide her through the intricate process. My Master’s voice beckoned inside, offering a helpful solution, and I smiled coyly. I grasped the back of her head, taking a fistful of her thick hair and pulling down to force her face up to me. Her mouth fell open in surprise just in time for my lips to push against hers, my tongue sliding into her warmth and along her wet muscle. She moaned into me as I shared knowledge via fluid transfer, _way_ easier than whatever haphazard rambling I was about to attempt. More enjoyable, too, considering Sebby’s mom fucking knew how to kiss. She sucked and licked in ways I’d never known as our kiss deepened. I was drooling from both sides by the time our lips parted, and absolutely needed another ride. Fortunately, Sebby was about at his limit at that moment.