"I don't get it," admitted Ben Twist, as he walked into his backyard.
"What?" asked his girlfriend Kenya Adaeze, who was by his side.
"Frances' position on whether I get to play flag football Thanksgiving Day. Both she and Samantha had no problem with me participating in the exhibition game last year, and that was full contact football."
"I'm afraid I don't understand," replied Kenya, concerned for her boyfriend.
"You've must have seen such games on TV before," said Ben, to which Kenya simply shrugged. "The point is I didn't get hurt then. There's even less chance of me getting hurt this year, but she says no?"
"I cannot explain a mother's actions but, even if we do not understand them, I know they always try to do what they think best for their children," said Kenya, moving closer to him. "Despite how tough things were for us in New York, when my mother first suggested sending me here to live with my aunt and uncle, I was shocked that she was willing to break up our family. Yet now that I am here," she added, while affectionately running her fingers through Ben's hair, "it has given me the one thing I lacked to make my life complete. You," said Kenya, before affectionately kissing him.
Ben relished their lips touching.
A part of him just wanted to claim the lady and howl out how much he loved her.
Instead, he simply stared at her and said, "I love you too, but it still doesn't explain Frances."
"No. It does not," agreed Kenya. "But will whether or not you compete in one game have such an impact upon your life?"
Ben stared deeply into Kenya's eyes. For a moment, he thought he saw something more than just the love they had for each other. But that's just wishful thinking. Isn't it? he asked himself.
"No," finally admitted Ben, leaning against his girlfriend and enjoying the comfort of her closeness. "But I still wish I understood Frances' position on the matter."
"For all I know, maybe Frances doesn't understand it herself," guessed Kenya. "All I can say is that both your mothers love you very much. They want what's best for you, and so do I," she added, before kissing him again.
Their lips lingered for far longer than just one kiss, as Kenya and Ben began to undress each other.
MEANWHILE, inside the Twist house...
"Are you all right dear?" Samantha asked her wife.
"No," replied Frances, still leaning against her mate on the living room sofa. "The whole thing with Ben hurts," she confessed.
"I know," said Samantha, doing her best to comfort Frances. "It is just one game, and safer than last year's."
"I know. But something just keeps nagging at me that Ben shouldn't play."
"Is it... because of me?" Samantha wanted to know.
"What?" said Frances, turning her head to stare at her wife. "How can you ask such a thing?"
"You know I can't give you children the way you really want. So—"
"NO!" exclaimed Frances, squirming around to face her. "I may be hoping for the impossible, wanting to become pregnant with our child some day, but only as an expression of how much I love you. I want to shout to the world that I'm a happily married lesbian werecat, and that you're mine and I'm yours."
The other Mrs. Twist smiled at that. "But the whole situation with Ben..." began Samantha.
"I know dearest," conceded Frances, while leaning against Samantha. "I love being a mother, but Ben is growing up. Maybe not tomorrow, but someday he won't really need us in his life like he has in the past. He'll be a man. A husband, let alone a father, probably to Kenya and their cubs. I know we'll still have and love each other, but I want more."
"It's okay Frances. Really it is," promised Samantha, while holding her close. "Maybe, like I said before, we can apply for at least guardianship of another child in need again, if not outright adoption."
"I thought after Ben left, you wanted to try being empty nesters for a while before we opened our door to help someone else?" asked Frances.
Samantha held her wife tighter. "Maybe. I don't know. Whatever makes you happy."
"You make me happy, my love," replied Frances, before kissing her.
"After that shoot out next door with Dymixious Drake*, I've been so worried about you," confessed Samantha. "If I ever lost you..."
Seeing the fear in her mate's eyes, Frances would not admit just how afraid she was, being alone in the house when a stray bullet came through their bedroom window. "You've got me until the end of time. I love you Mrs. Twist," swore Frances, passionately kissing Samantha.
"And I love you Mrs. Twist," said Samantha.
The married couple continued to hold each other and kiss.
Frances snuggled closer to her wife, as Samantha loving caressed her.
It wasn't long before fur began covering their bodies as they started to purr...
OUTSIDE...
The werepanthress was on top of her werewolf, happily riding his lupine rocket toward ecstasy. Her paws were pressed against his furry chest, but he relished every moment.
A smile crossed Ben's muzzle as his paws held Kenya.
The only thing that mattered was his woman, who was growling in pleasure as she quickened her pace.
Ben raised his hips to meet her needs, panting from both the exertion and desire to fulfill her every need.
Soon wolf and panthress expressed their pleasure both physically and verbally as they joined as one in orgasmic bliss.
Spent, Kenya laid on top of him before rolling slightly to one side so she could hold him better.
Not that Ben would be parting company with her any time soon, even if his lupine top knot wasn't buried deep within her.
"Do you know how much I love you?" Ben asked, between caresses and kisses.
"I know," was all Kenya would say, nuzzling closer to him.
"Someday," Ben began to say, thinking about how, after high school graduation, he would propose and she would become Mrs. Kenya Twist.
"To our future, my darling werewolf," Kenya said happily, as a smile crossed her muzzle.
As their lips touched romantically again, Ben stared at her and recalled the words from an old song.
♫When you can see your unborn children in her eyes...♫
His heart skipped a beat as he held the love of his life closer.
INSIDE...
It was different this time.
Still as passionate as ever between them, but different.
Frances was the aggressor this time, provided the term could be appropriately used under the circumstances.
The Twists always alternated who led their latest dance of love, with no one keeping score as to whose turn it was.
Frances used her werecat claws to practically rip her wife's clothing off Samantha's fur covered body.
Each new tasty tidbit of feline flesh was either kissed, licked, and/or sucked as the usually meek woman sexually pursued Samantha, working her way to what awaited between furry legs.
Pulling her mate down onto the living room floor so they'd have more room, Frances hastily undressed herself as her tongue attacked Samantha's vagina, drinking deeply of her fluids and ravishing her clit like there was no tomorrow.
"What's gotten into you honey?" Samantha asked, noting that Frances' tail was swishing in time with her talented tongue. Not that Samantha minded experiencing three orgasms in rapid succession, but this was unlike Frances.
"I don't know honey," conceded her wife. "I just need you. Desire you. Want you. NOW!"
"Then take me darling," replied Samantha, adjusting the position of her body to make sure Frances got everything she wanted.
Frances felt a hunger growing within her that could not be sated.
After her wife came for the fourth time, Frances licked her lips seductively while staring longingly at Samantha.
Then Frances started to move.
At first Samantha thought Frances would be initiating a 69 session of mutual oral pleasure.
Instead, Frances positioned herself until their cunts were against each other.
Then Frances started rubbing her pussy up against her favorite pussy as if she was fucking Samantha.
Samantha realized at once what her mate was attempting to do.
We haven't tribbed in ages, she thought, knowing the practice of two women rubbing their cunts together to eventually achieve orgasm, but if this is what Frances wants...
Frances just smiled to discover a willing participant as Samantha started moving in time with her actions.
The two werecats started purring and growling louder. Each wanting to make sure the other came first.
Frances reached out as her paws started teasing and fondling the hard nipples of her wife's breasts.
Samantha wasted no time returning the favor.
Each woman felt themselves drawing closer to the edge, but neither wanted to fall off the proverbial cliff of orgasmic bliss without the other.
Despite letting Frances lead, Samantha knew she was close and couldn't wait any longer.
Her paws left her wife's breasts and reached out to grab Frances' butt cheeks.
With one final upward thrust, Samantha's extended clit hit Frances' clit as both came together.
The last thing either woman could recall was seeing a white light...
How long she was out, Samantha couldn't say.
As consciousness slowly returned, Mrs. Twist felt a pleasurable weight upon her furry body and someone showering her with a plethora of kisses.
"I really love you so much Samantha," purred Frances, between kissing every furry part of her wife's head, face, neck, and shoulders that she could reach without moving the rest of her body.
"And I love you darling," Samantha said, pulling Frances closer to her.
The two of them just laid there on the floor, lying within each others arms.
Each werecat purred in loving contentment between romantic smooches until they fell asleep in the living room.
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*During Frances' guest stint in our companion Moon Lake: Tad series, the aftermath of which has been seen in past episodes here.—tmw.