It’s Saturday morning; with the sun not quite up, a black furred were-panther stirs from his slumber. Waking up to see his wife deeply hugging him; Benton can’t help but purr. Last night after heading to bed from watching his daughter during a catch and release hunt and feeling quite pleased with her tackling a ten point buck; he was shortly soon after forced to take a life. A wounded cougar tried to attack the party as they returned to the estate; Benton making sure it did not harm his daughter or her friends; he took the creature down and snapped its neck; ending the suffering it had to endure with a broken arrow shaft buried in its flank. The incident took away what was building up to a wonderful moment between he and Amanda. Instead they just spoon as they fell asleep.
Getting up; Careful not to disturb and wake Amanda, Benton leaves the master bedroom. Spending a few minute to perform some bathroom activities, Benton was about to head to the kitchen when he makes a brief side trip. Heading to Frieda’s room to check on her; Benton quietly opens the door and sees a sight that he expected to see yet still blows him away. Eric, Spencer and Frieda snuggled together; but his daughter Frieda sleeping on top of Eric, her fur covered sex clearly visible as it straddles over Eric’s sheathe and scrotum. With spencer next to the two and an arm draped over Frieda, as the three sleep; their tails lightly twitching and smiles on their muzzles. Closing the door quietly, Benton turns around to see his wife starring at him.
“I thought you were still asleep,” Benton speaking quietly.
“You woke me up,” Amanda approaching her were-panther husband; “when you got out of bed.”
“I thought I was quiet when getting up,” Benton smiling.
“You were,” Amanda wrapping her furry arms around her husband and hugging him deeply; “but feeling your side of the bed was empty. How is Frieda and her friends?”
“Still Sleeping,” Benton returning Amanda’s hug; “Let’s not disturb their peaceful slumber.”
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It’s was about ninety minutes later when; Benton and Amanda on their second cup of coffee each, witness Eric, Spencer and Frieda each enter into the kitchen sporting smiles and reeking of last night’s sexual escapades. Eric a white furred were-panther sits down on a stool first; Spencer a black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid sitting next to him. Frieda a grey furred were-panthress with russet red highlights sitting on the other side of Eric.
“I take it you three slept well,” Amanda looking at them grin and purr ever so softly.
“Like a bunch of newborn kittens curl up upon each other,” Frieda answers.
“Want to help make breakfast,” Benton getting up; “or do you want burnt toast instead?”
“Let’s make pancakes,” Frieda giggling; “I want to see you make a mess.”
“Well this will get interesting,” Spencer chuckling as she looks at Eric.
“Yep,” Eric laughing, as Benton looks like he just bit off more than he could chew.
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The kitchen looked like a disaster area. Shortly after getting all the ingredients needed for the pancakes; Making them devolved into an impromptu food fight. With Amanda making a crack at Benton unable to do anything without Frieda’s help, she soon found a spoon full of pancake batter splashing her black furred muzzle; this resulted in Amanda flicking flour back at Benton. Unable to contain themselves; Eric and Spencer splash Frieda with some water. Chaos ensues as everyone grabs eggs with their paws and starts chucking them at each other. Frieda laughing as the food fight ends quickly; the sight of her parents with egg on their faces to irresistible not to laugh at.
“Okay,” Benton wiping his muzzle clean; “help clean up and then we all go out for breakfast.”
“Now that was fun,” Frieda still smiling as she grabs paper towels; “does this mean no pancakes?”
“We’ll have pancakes; “Amanda rolling her eyes; “but first we need to clean up this mess that your father started.”
“Only because you couldn’t keep your maw shut,” Benton wiping down the island. But on another note,” Benton looking serious; “after breakfast I want us to spend some time together. Family only.”
“What do you mean family only,” Amanda asking.
“You, me and Frieda,” Benton grinning; “putting up a Christmas tree.”
“You mean try,” Frieda smiling; “you even know where the Christmas decorations are?”
“Finish cleaning up,” Benton responding; “we have an interesting day today.”
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As the task in cleaning up the food fight in the kitchen finished; Eric Spencer and Frieda headed up stairs to clean up. Entering Frieda’s bathroom and joining in the shower together as they defurred and washed up; admiring each other’s body as they helped soap each other up. While Eric was eager to explore the curves that both Spencer and Frieda were displaying; he knew they had yet to take their were-birth control pills and thus had to restrain himself. Sensing his sadness; both place a hand on his human looking member, smiling as they feel him rise and seeing Eric cheer up. Each taking turns sucking his hard shaft; making him moan as they bring him closer to the edge.
“One of you better finish this,” Eric panting; “because you are making this goooooood.”
Eric moans the last word as Spencer tickles the tip of his head with her tongue; sucking hard on the shaft as a warm salty liquid spills forth. Spencer swallowing some but saving a taste; she gets up and kisses Eric, sharing his seed with him as their tongues dance in each other’s mouths.
“Yum,” Frieda purrs as she sucks on Eric’s shaft, still spurting his cream.
“You two,” Eric smiles as shuts the water off in the shower; “let’s dry off and put on some clothes.”
Coming down from Frieda’s room, Benton stills smells the three reeking of sex as they approach looking somewhat respectable; yet noticing neither Spencer nor Eric with their overnight bags. Before he is about to ask, Frieda speaks up.
“I told Eric and Spencer to leave their clothes here,” Frieda smiles; “seeing as they are going to be spending time here. And before you ask; “Frieda holding two bags; “overnight bags for Eric and Spencer’s place.”
“Just remember to bring your were-birth control pills with you,” Benton shaking his head; “oh Spencer don’t forget your video game console.”