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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hot Wife, Virgin, Sex Toys, oral Sex, Exhibitionism

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July 22nd, 2037 – Lola Albertson

“Today’s guests are the six futa-sisters who organized the campaign that got their mother, Becky Woodward, elected president of the United States last year,” Adelia Tash said as she sat in the central chair of her streaming studio. My sisters and I, plus my wife, were seated in two couches flanking her. I was to the left, Jen at the end, with Rebecca next to me and Christina beyond her. My other three half-sisters—Danielle, Bethany, and Leah—sat on the other couch. Two cameras broadcast us out to the internet and the world.

“We’re so glad to be here,” said Leah. As Mom’s press secretary, she was used to being out in the spotlight. I squeezed Jen’s hand, a little nervous.

I was just my futa-mom’s speech writer.

“So, you’re all turning nineteen today,” said Adelia Tash. “That’s incredible that you’re all so close together in age. You were all among the first daughters Becky ever bred in any women.”

“Lola’s the first,” Rebecca said. “And I’m the second.”

Adelia Tash nodded, eyes flicking to me. She was an elegant woman, refined, with caramel skin. She wore a pink, one piece dress with no sleeves and a scoop neckline showing off a hint of her round cleavage. Her legs were crossed and toned, shaved smooth.

“They celebrated their birthday in style,” said Jen. My pregnant wife—we were married only two months ago, but I knocked her up earlier than that—squeezed my hand. “I helped set up a special treat for Rebecca and Lola.”

My cheeks blushed as Adelia stared at me. “Oh, care to share, Lola?”

Rebecca glanced at me. “Yes,” I said, remembering that day last year. “We were having our shared eighteenth-birthday birthday. It was right after they sang us happy birthday when…”

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July 22nd, 2036

“Happy birthday to you!” sang everyone gathered around me and my five half-sisters. We were in my house’s dining room. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear futas! Happy birthday to you!”

My cheeks were burning red from all our friends from high school, along with older friends of our mothers, clapping and cheering around us. The room thundered with applause. It radiated out through the house. It was so embarrassing.

“Blow out the candles!” shrieked my girlfriend, Jen. “Come on, Lola! Do it!”

I glanced at my other sisters as we were clustered around our large birthday cake. It had eighteen candles burning happily on it. They were all pink. That waxy scent filled the air. Rebecca stood beside me. She was the closest of my half-sisters. Our relationship was even weirder thanks to our mothers’ relationships than the other girls.

“Come on!” said Danielle. She was in the middle, a big smile on her lips, her sandy-blonde hair spilling around her. “We only turn eighteen once!”

“I turned eighteen five days ago,” I muttered then drew in my deep breath.

Rebecca, Danielle, Christina, Leah, Bethany, and I were among the first futas born into the world. We all shared the same futa-mother, Becky Woodward. Yes, that Becky. The one that had exploded onto the world when she became a futa nearly nineteen years ago. The futa who made every woman in the world pant after her in lust.

The one whose futa-seed was so potent it caused any woman with an intact reproductive system, who also wasn’t already pregnant, to conceive. No birth control had ever stopped her. It didn’t matter what part of a woman’s cycle she was in, our futa-mother put women into heat.

My mother, Janice Albertson, was the first woman Mom ever fucked. Becky lost her futa-virginity to my mother. Rebecca, standing beside and drawing in her own breath, was conceived when Mom fucked my step-mom (who was also Janice’s step-mom, but now the pair were basically married so Mrs. Albertson, as she was called, was now my step-mom).

With a mighty exhalation, we blew out our birthday cake. All six of us huffing and puffing, our bodies leaning over the cake. My round breasts swayed in the cute crop top I wore that left my belly bare. A tight jean skirt hugged my waist and showed off my bulging futa-cock.

Like our mom, all six of us were futas. She only bred daughters like us.

“You did it!” Jen cheered, my girlfriend bouncing beside me. I shook my head. Why was she so excited. We blew out some candles.

Then her arms went around my neck and she planted a hot kiss on my lips. I trembled as her tongue darted into my mouth. An “oohing” rose around us from all our friends from high school who’d graduated last month like us.

My cheeks were burning while my cock throbbed in my panties, cut to fit a futa-cock. With thousands of my half-sisters coming of age across the United States this summer, they were needed.

Jen broke the kiss, a big smile on her lips. Her large breasts swelled the scoop-neck, pink top she wore, thin spaghetti straps holding it up. She cuddled against me, her blue eyes shining. They were such a vibrant hue. So intoxicating. Her hand squeezed my rump.

“Mmm, happy birthday,” she purred in my lips.

“That was five days ago,” I groaned. It was only Christina’s birthday. Of the six of us who’d grown up close together, Christina was a latecomer. Though conceived on the same day as Danielle and Leah, she came two days later than them.

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Jen said. She glanced at my sisters. “They’re all having fun.”

Bethany was already cutting into the cake. She was a supportive kind of girl. She had a motherly vibe about her even at eighteen. Her golden-blonde hair was a richer shade than my own sandy hue. All of our hairs were different shades, but you could see our Mom in each of our faces. Rebecca and I had the same shape of noses, while Christian and I had the same rounded ears. Bethany and Leah had the same plump lips.

“Here you are, Lola,” Bethany said, giving me a cheery smile as she handed me a paper plate with a piece of chocolate, strawberry cake on it. “Mmm, I think Danielle’s mom out did herself on baking this.”

“Yes!” Danielle moaned. She was the most outgoing of us. Her mother, Dona, was similarly bubbly. Danielle and I had the same hair color, a darker shade of blonde than our futa-mom. She took another big bike, flecks of cake smeared on her lips.

A cutie from school named Georgia darted in and kissed Danielle, licking up some of the cake. Then she giggled and ran off. Danielle grinned. Out of all of us, Danielle was the most like our mother. She was always sneaking kisses from girls and flirting with them. While none of us inspired the lust the way our Mom did, we were all sought after and pursued.

After all, we were futas. We were girls with big dicks. Since most women would never get to sleep with our Mom, they wanted to settle for us. Danielle didn’t mind.

I had Jen, so I just turned them down.

The music started up. It was an old, a classic from Drake. The beat pumped through the house, my had bobbing as I enjoyed the chocolate-strawberry cake. It was delicious. I groaned as I munched on it with Jen while Danielle was grinding on Georgia as the pair danced in the middle of the living room.

Christina, of course, was sitting by herself reading a book. Her step-dad, Chris, was a big nerd. Even though they weren’t biologically related, she was his daughter. But it was good that she was a nerd. She was bright. We were going to need her for our plans.

Rebecca sat down beside me, staring at her phone.

“Good news?” I asked her.

“We’re getting the signatures together,” she said. “The Futa Party’s going to be on the next election ballet. In every state”

“Do you think Mom has any idea?” Bethany asked. She came up to us her hips swaying. She wore a tight pair of jeans cut to show off her futa-dick. It was a new line just launched this year, the clothing companies starting to make more and more clothes as more and more futas hit their teens.

“Oh, no,” I said. “I hear she’s down on the beach in Mexico breeding every Latina hottie she can find.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Bethany said. “I want to do some breeding, too, but…”

“You have to keep your hands off those virgins for Mom,” I said.

We were lining up “interns” for Mom’s presidential campaign we were launching for her in the fall. Rebecca and I had come up with the idea. We were both eager to work with Mom, to get to know her. Uncle Kurt talked about her a lot, reminiscing on when they dated before the change happened, then their time in college together. To keep Mom focused, we planned on parading as many virgin girls for her to breed so she could make speeches and do press conferences.

Our futa-mom just had an effect on women. It was insane. I don’t know how she could go through life with women just flinging themselves at her.

“It’s hard,” groaned Bethany. “I really, really want to enjoy them.” She arched Jen an eyebrow. “Are you still a virgin?”

“In my pussy,” Jen said and blushed.

“We tried anal out on my actual birthday,” I said, grinning. “I lubed her up and sank into her. It was incredible.”

“Anal is great,” Bethany said, a smile growing. She glanced at Rebecca. “When are you going to lose your cherry?”

Rebecca shrugged, her red hair swaying. She had the same fiery locks big tits as her mother. “I’m not in a hurry.”

My eyes flicked across the room to where Mrs. Albertson chatted with some of our mothers. She was a MILF in all the best ways. She had aged deliciously. She was in great shape, her breasts big and full, her hair this vibrant red sweeping about her shoulders. Her husband (yes, she had a husband and was in a relationship with my mother) was chatting with my mother (her husband’s daughter) Janice on the other side of the room.

See how complicated it was. My grandfather was sharing his wife with his daughter. It was our futa-mom’s fault, of course. She showed Janice and Mrs. Albertson how much fun girls could be. Mr. Albertson didn’t seem to mind sharing his wife. Which meant that Rebecca was both my half-sisters and my step-aunt, even though I was older than her by about seven hours.

It made my brain hurt. It was why Mrs. Albertson was my step-mom. It made things easier for me to think of it in that way.

“I think you’re going to lose your cherry tonight, Rebecca,” Jen said as she squirmed beside me.

I blinked at that. “What do you know?”

She winked at me. She nuzzled against my ear. “Since you’re letting your futa-mom take my cherry, I thought it was only fair that someone else gets yours.”

“But we’ve already had sex,” I said, confused. My pussy clenching as my girl-dick remembered plunging into her tight asshole. That velvety grip felt amazing about my cock. Just to die for.

She slid her hand up my thigh and beneath my jean skirt. I gasped as she rubbed against the crotch of my panties, pressing the satin cloth into my pussy. My girl-dick grew even harder, throbbing from the folds of my pussy. She caressed up and down it, her eyes blue smoldering.

She nudged my hymen.

“Wait, I’m not having sex with a guy!” I hissed. “Eww. I like girls. I’m not…” I frowned. I didn’t know if liking girls made me gay because I was mostly female, or if liking a guy would. “I like girls. You!”

“Someone asked me if they could pop your cherry,” said Jen. “Someone that I know you’ll enjoy.” She arched an eyebrow. “And they don’t have to have a dick to do it.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Rebecca asked, squirming beside me. “I’m hearing a lot of talk of cherries.”

“I know, it’s making me hard,” Bethany said. “Mmm, I see Georgia. She doesn’t have a cherry. Maybe she’ll fuck me.”

“Have fun,” I said as Bethany darted off, her golden-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders.

“What is this about someone taking our cherries?” Rebecca asked, glancing past me to look at Jen.

She winked an eye at my half-sister as the music changed. The sultry purrs of Rihanna started playing. It was her new single. I grinned. I grew up listening to her. She had a great voice, not like some of the stars popping up these days.

Though Nari, one of my many half-sisters, had a voice of an angel. She was blowing up the charts.
As I was pestering Jen for more information, my mother, Janice, appeared. She had short, brown hair that framed her mature and lush face. Though she was a busty woman, my tits were not nearly as big. I’d inherited our futa-mom’s round breasts.

“Hey, Mom,” I said, grinning at her. “Jen’s being a pest! Can I tie her up and tickle her?”

“Save that for your bedroom,” Mother said, giving me a wink. “She might like it.”

“Ms. Albertson!” gasped Jen, her cheeks going red. My girlfriend gave the cutest squeak.

“Ooh, I like that,” I said, standing up. “Let’s go. I’ll tie you up right now and use a feather duster on you. I’ll get you to talk.”

“After,” Mother said, taking my hand. “Come on. I have something to give you. A gift. Oh, Rebecca, your mom has something for you, too.”

“Oh?” Rebecca asked. She stood up, her large tits swelling her halter top. Her pleated skirt swished around her thighs.

“Yeah, go wait in your bedroom,” Janice said. “Your gift will be along soon.”

My eyes widened. I glanced at my girlfriend. She winked at me. Did my mother hire me a hooker or something? Did that mean Mrs. Albertson bought one for Rebecca, too? A strange, giddy thrill lanced through me as I took my mother’s hand. She led me through the house, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties.

“What is it, Mom?” I asked, squeezing her tit.

“Oh, I think Jen told you just what it is,” she answered. She gave me a wink of her hazel eye. “Something special. Me and your step-mom worked it out between us. We thought it was… fitting. A nice way to celebrate you two becoming adults.”

My heart beat faster and faster. They had bought us hookers.

“Now, I left you something on your bed,” mother said when she paused by the door. She cupped my cheeks and smiled at me. “Oh, you look so much like Becky did that day, Lola.”

I shivered. I knew the story, Becky told it enough in interviews, to know that my mothers made love in the bathroom whose door was right behind me. That my bedroom was Janice’s old room, where they continued making love.

“I hope you have as happy memories to today as I do of that one,” my mother continued, emotion shining in her eyes. Then she kissed me on the forehead. “Enjoy.”

Feeling dazed, I slipped into my bedroom. There on the bed was a clothing box with a bow wrapped about it, pink and beautiful. I rushed to it, my heart racing. There was a tag tucked half under the bow.

“For my beautiful daughter,” the flowing script read, “put on what’s inside and wait for your birthday surprise. Love, Mom.”

I shuddered and kissed it. I didn’t know Becky well, but my other mother was amazing. I pulled on the bow, shuddering as the satin ribbon rasped together. It came undone, and I opened my gift. I lifted the top of the box and peeled back the dainty tissue paper.

A black negligee lay inside with a sleeping mask waiting on top.

“Ooh, that’s kinky,” I said.

I stripped naked in a flash. I peeled off my top, freeing my round breasts to bounce and jiggle. I tweaked my pink nipples, a hot shudder racing down to my molten panties and hard futa-dick. I shuddered, hips wiggling, and attacked my jean skirt. I thrust those down my thighs. They fell in a puddle of denim around my feet.

I stepped out of them, my cock tenting the front of my satin panties. The gray fabric looked so nice, but weren’t needed. Those came off next. My dick popped out, bobbing before me. I had a line of blonde hair leading down to the top of my pussy where my labia wrapped around the shaft of my cock. I was thick and large, bigger than most guys.

Or so I was told.

I gave myself a quick stroke as my excitement bubbled through me. Who had my mom picked out for me? I glanced at the wall separating me from Rebecca (she had Uncle Kurt’s old bedroom). Was she finding a similar gift for her encounter. Were they hookers? Or were they people we knew? Girls from school. Maybe a teacher we had a crush on.

A family friend.

I groaned and pulled on the negligee. The silk fabric felt so cool and smooth against my skin. I whimpered as it rasped over my nipples. It fell down to just above my cock, handing in a frilly gossamer, like inky shadows made into a sheer delight for me to wear. The material was dark around my breasts, hiding my nipples, but my stomach bled through.

My cock twitched and throbbed before me. My virgin pussy clenched in anticipation. I dug through the tissue paper, seeing if there was a skimpy pair of panties to go with it. There wasn’t.

“Okay,” I muttered, grabbing the sleeping mask and pulling it on.

Darkness became my world.

“You’re going to have sex with a beautiful woman,” I told myself. “Jen’s okay with it.” I shuddered. What if it was Jen? What if she was messing with me? Unless Jen was going to pop Rebecca’s cherry.

I didn’t mind that. Becky was showing the world that sex and love didn’t have to be intertwined. Many men loved having their wives or girlfriend’s bred. They got off on enjoying the sloppy seconds. That was how my half-sister, Cheryl Albertson, was conceived.

I sank down on the bed, a ball of nervous energy. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed as I laid on my back. I stretched out on the bed, my legs parted wide. My pussy felt on display, my outer vulva parting to show off my hymen and inner folds. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. My heart screamed beneath my breasts.

“I’m so ready,” I whimpered, listening to the sounds of the house.

Loud music thumped from beneath. Someone had put on Heather Delight. She had a fun voice that mixed with the beat. Her new single filled the house with such noise I couldn’t hear anything save for my screaming heart.

I squirmed, my futa-dick aching. It twitched and throbbed. A bead of precum ran over the tip and down the shaft. It made me squirm. My pussy clenched, the heat building and building in me. I was so excited for this.

So ready to have my cherry popped. I was eighteen now. An adult. I could have all the naughty fun I wanted.

“What’s taking so long,” I whimpered as the Heather Delights song neared its end. “I’m so ready and—”

My bedroom door creaked open.

I could feel the woman entering. She was quiet as she closed the door behind her. I didn’t hear her padding footsteps, but I could just sense her presence coming closer and closer. Maybe she was stirring up small currents of air I was feeling on my naked cock.

My pussy felt on display. My dick a piece of art to be admired. I clutched at the covers, squirming, the heat flowing faster out of my snatch. A wet spot formed beneath my rump. My heavy breathing pressed my nipples against the silk fabric, adding another bit of tingling delight to flow through me.

The woman was over me.

“Hello,” I said, wanting to rip off the mask.

The woman let out a throaty purr of pleasure.

I gasped as a pair of hot hands grasped my thighs right above my knees. They pushed my legs even wider apart. I pictured the woman kneeling now. I heard the soft caress of skin on skin. Maybe her thighs pressing together.

Then I heard her breathing. Heavy. Passionate. My toes curled as I whimpered. I heard a gasp bleeding through the walls and knew Rebecca was experiencing this same anticipatory delight. Hot breath caressed my shaved pussy folds. My dick twitched.

“Oh, my god!” I gasped as wet lips kissed my inner thigh an inch below where my leg met my groin. Silky hair brushed the lips of my excited pussy. “Who are you!”

The woman didn’t answer with words. She just kissed up my leg, coming closer and closer to my pussy. I trembled, my body quivering. My toes curled as she reached the edge of my vulva. She kissed an inch closer, almost touching my slit. My hands dug into the comforter. My futa-dick pulsed to my screaming heart beat.

Then her lips were on my pussy. This stranger licked at me. I had no idea who she was other than her tongue felt amazing. Not seeing enhanced what I felt. The mystery of who this was only excited me more and more. Her tongue was skilled. She’d eaten pussy before. She fluttered up and down my folds, brushing the base of my girl-dick.

Her hand engulfed my shaft. I whimpered as she stroked it. Pleasure shot down my cock to my pussy. My snatch clenched while her tongue bathed my folds. She fluttered against my hymen, letting out a purring moan.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to take my cherry, aren’t you?” I moaned, trembling on the bed. “Mmm, I just know it!”

She lapped her tongue against my pussy again. She caressed me with her fluttering touch. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The bed creaked as I squirmed against her licking tongue. She teased me. Nibbled on me.

Her hand stroked my futa-dick as she sucked on my labia. Her lips caressed my hymen while I squirmed and groaned. My heart thundered. Pleasure coursed through my body. My eyes fluttered behind the sleeping mask. I gripped the comforter to keep from ripping it off.

I didn’t want to know yet. I wanted this strange, beautiful, amazing woman to make me cum first.

My nipples throbbed and my cock twitched. I whimpered and groaned as her tongue darted through my folds. My eyes fluttered behind the sleeping mask, eyelashes caressing the fabric. My body felt so alive now. So sensitive.

I felt every flick of her tongue through my folds. Every caress. My cock twitched and throbbed in her hand. She worked it faster, squeezing out precum to lube her stroking girth. She was good at this. She knew how to love me.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped, my toes curling. My heart raced, pumping blood through me. “You’re so good.”

She let out a purring moan.

“Is that Dona?” I asked. “Are you the one doing it? I know you love futas!”

The mystery woman nibbled on my labia. There was something about the gesture that let me know I was wrong in my guess.

“Ooh, what about Tiffany and…” I shook my head, picturing Christina’s mother between my thighs. “But, no, she would have her husband, Chris here. He would be getting off on getting cuckolded by a futa.”

The woman licked me.

It couldn’t be my mother, Janice, or my futa-mom, Becky. Who else could it be? Besides a hooker. There were plenty of girls I knew from school. They would all love to lick my pussy, but that didn’t feel right. It had to be someone my mother Janice knew.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Rebecca moaned from her room. “Oh, wow, that’s good!”

“Sounds like she’s having as much fun as me!” I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing in the strange woman’s stroking hand. “Ooh, yes, you’re just making me feel so naughty.”

I squirmed and shuddered. The heat rippled through me. This wondrous treat that was bringing me closer and closer to an explosion. I swallowed. My heart hammered in my chest. My thighs squeezed about her, grinding her face into my pussy.

My heart beat faster and faster. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. I groaned at the delight coursing through my body. Her tongue lashed me. It attacked me. It made me whimper as my orgasm built and built. That delicious ache at the tip of my cock, that wonderful pressure in my ovaries.

The woman’s tongue caressed my hymen. She sucked on my labia. I groaned, gripping the comforter. My eighteen-year-old body trembled. Her hand stroked up to the tip of my girl-dick, caressing the spongy crown.

“I’m going to erupt!” I moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. You’re going to make me explode.”

The woman moved. Her head darted up from my pussy to nuzzle lips at the crown of my shaft. She slid over my sensitive tip. My eyes widened beneath my mask. Little stars danced through the darkness of my world. I groaned and shuddered, my pussy clenching, my dick twitching.

I erupted.

“Oh, yes, thank you!” I moaned as my futa-dick spurted hot jizz.

I flooded the strange woman’s mouth with my girl-cum. My ovaries unloaded. My virgin pussy convulsed, aching to be stimulated as the woman sucked on my erupting cock. She nursed on it, drawing out every blast of jizz firing out of me. The pleasure screamed through me. It slammed into my mind.

The bed creaked as I squirmed. My passion gasped out of me. I twisted the covers, clawing at them as my round tits heaved my silky nightie. The pleasure raced through me in powerful pulses and gentle waves. The dual delights met and swirled in me.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned as she sucked out the last of my cum. “Mmm, that’s amazing! Oh, thank you! That was a great blowjob!”

Her mouth popped off my twitching girl-dick. She moved. I could feel her shifting on the bed. Then her breasts brushed my stomach. Her nipples were hard, poking into my stomach through the silky negligee, her breast soft.

They were large tits. It was a busty woman moving up my body her breasts pressed into mine as she kissed me. I groaned, tasting my own salty cum. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I whimpered, sucking on it, reveling in the flavor of my jizz on her mouth. I squirmed beneath her, trembling, my heart racing. My pussy clenched and toes curled. Our tongues dueled and caressed each other passing my jizz back and forth.

It was an incredible delight to behold. A wondrous gift to enjoy. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. How many busty women were there in my life? There was one that popped to mine. Could it be here?

Was I kissing my step-mom? Was Mrs. Albertson’s tongue thrusting into my mouth? Was I sharing my jizz with Rebecca’s hot mother?

I clutched her to me. My hands slid down her rump, grabbing her ass as our tongues dueled. My softening cock twitched and throbbed. I whimpered, my heart racing. It had to be her. I lusted after Mrs. Albertson for so long. She was the second woman my futa-mom ever fucked. She was my own mother’s lover.

This was amazing.

Then did that mean… was my mother in there with Rebecca. Was my half-sister making out with her step-aunt right now. Did she have any idea? This was so kinky. We’d swapped mothers on our birthday’s.

Mrs. Albertson broke the kiss and I whimpered, “It’s you, isn’t it! Please, please, tell me it’s you.”

“Figured it out, have we?” came the rich, purring voice of the beautiful, older woman. She was elegant. Gorgeous. My heart screamed in my chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “It is you! Oh, Mrs. Albertson! I want you to take my cherry!”

“Mmm, call me mommy,” she purred, her nose brushing mine. “You’re my daughter’s half-sister, after all.”

“Yes!” I gasped, loving this. I felt her fiery curls caressing my face. “Oh, Mommy, yes! I want this so bad and…”

As she shifted, I felt something hard and plastic nudging into my inner thigh near my pussy. It was rounded like a shaft. My pussy clenched. I pictured a fleshy dildo thrusting from Mrs. Albertson’s crotch, aimed right at me.

She kissed me again, hungry, devouring me. Her hands pushed up my negligee, stroking my belly as our tongues dueled. My skin felt alive beneath her hot touch. Her caresses made me whimper and moan. The pleasure rippled through me. It was a delight I never wanted to give up.

Her hands reached my breasts. She cupped my tits beneath the negligee while her dildo slid up my thigh and found the shaved folds of my virgin pussy. I groaned, my futa-dick twitching, almost hard again as she kissed me with such passion.

Our tongues caressed.

Her fingers dug into my breasts.

Her dildo found the entrance to my pussy.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “Make me into a woman, Mommy! Make me into a futa-woman!”

“Mmm, gladly!” she moaned, her forehead rubbing on mine. I pictured her green eyes shining above me. The mask made this all so exciting. My hands dug into her rump. “I’ve wanted to do this for a bit. I’m such a naughty mommy, aren’t I?”

“Oh, yes!” I moaned as her dildo pressed on my hymen.

My dick twitched as the elastic membrane stretched and stretched. It was incredible. My eyes widened. Then my cherry popped. The dildo slammed several inches into my virgin depths. My futa-cock sprang to full hardness, twitching up and smacking her bare belly.

“Mommy!” I squealed.

“Oh, Aunt Janice, yes!” gasped my half-sister from the other room. We lost our virginities at the same time! I pictured her squirming beneath my mom—her step-aunt—in delight.

How delicious.

My pussy squeezed down on the dildo as it sank deeper and deeper it on my flesh. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed between our bodies. Mrs. Albertson pressed her weight down on me, her tits pillowing into my breasts.

I wrapped my thighs around her waist as I shuddered beneath her. It was incredible. The dildo reached so deep into me. It teased me, made me groan. My eyes fluttered as our lips met in another wonderful kiss.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, Aunt Janice!” bled through the walls. “Ooh, that dildo! It’s so thick! Mmm, I love it!”

I agreed with my half-sister.

My cunt clenched on the dildo as Mrs. Albertson pumped it away in me. She worked her shaft in and out of me, plunging into my depths then drawing it back. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered, my body twitching and shuddering. My toes curled as the pleasure built and built in me. This heat was amazing.

I wanted it bursting through me I wanted to cum so hard. To just explode on it. I matched my step-mother’s rhythm. I gripped her hips with my thighs, stirring her dildo around inside of me. My clit-dick twitched between us every time she bottomed out in me.

“Ooh, yes, you like that, don’t you, you little futa-slut!” moaned my mother from the other room. “Mmm, you’re working that ass back into my dildo!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Rebecca gasped. “Oh, every thrust sends delight shooting up to my dick’s tip every time you bury into me!”

“I know, it’s so good!” my mother purred, loving Rebecca. “I love having a dildo fuck me!”

“Or Mom’s cock?” gasped Rebecca.

“It’ll be your cock soon,” purred Mom.

My futa-dick twitched. I gasped beneath Mrs. Albertson. She broke the kiss, purring, “Mmm, do you want to fuck Mommy’s pussy with that big dick?”

“I do!” I groaned, my hips undulating beneath her, grinding my clit into her pubic mound. “I want it so badly! I want to be in you, Mommy!”

She thrust harder into me. She moaned, her lips hot on mine. My pussy clenched around her dildo. My eyes fluttered behind my mask. The heat billowing through me was incredible. It made me shiver. My nipples throbbed, pressed against her tits, separated only by the negligee.

Every plunge into me brought me closer and closer to exploding. I clutched her, my fingers digging into her flexing rump. My hips bucked into her plunges, my futa-dick throbbing and aching between us. That pressure built and built in my ovaries. I was about to erupt.

I broke the kiss, whimpering, “Mommy, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum!”

“Mmm, good!” she moaned. “It’s your birthday! Cum for Mommy!”

“Yes!” I gasped.

She slammed the dildo deep into me. That friction rippled through my body. My toes curled as my snatch drank in the friction. It was such a different experience than doing the fucking. To be penetrated, to take my lover into me, was incredible.

Fulfilling.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure built. She plunged in again and again. Her crotch ground against my clit. I whimpered out in delight. My eyes fluttered. Then I cried out in orgasmic bliss.

My pussy convulsed.

“Mommy!”

My cock erupted.

“So good, Mommy!”

Hot cum spurted between our bodies. It soaked my negligee, bleeding through to coat my upper stomach and round tits. My dick pulsed and throbbed as the pleasure rushed out of me. It slammed into my mind.

“Love it!” I whimpered.

My pussy writhed about that thick shaft. It was the first time I had something in me. It was a wondrous treat. My pussy deserved to have pleasure, too. Not just my cock needed to have pleasure exploding through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” my body shaking. “Oh, that’s good. Mmm, that’s incredible! I love it! I love it so much!”

“Mmm, Mommy’s cute futa-girl is cumming hard!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, I love having my tits drenched in your seed!”

“I’ll do it whenever you need it Mommy!” I promised, my body bucking. “Whenever I can! I love you!”

“I love you, too!”

She kissed me hard as my pussy convulsed a final time about that dildo. My dick twitched. Pleasures spilled through my mind. I buzzed from my orgasm. I whimpered and moaned as our tongues dueled, my heart pounding.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering. She broke the kiss and pulled the dildo out of me. I felt so wonderfully messy. My pussy had gushed juices and soaked the bed beneath my rump. The musk of our pussies filled the air. My negligee clung to my tits as I sucked in breath, the salty tinge of cum seasoning tickling my nostrils.

“Mmm, now let’s get this hard so you can fuck me,” she moaned.

I ripped off my blindfold to see her fiery hair descending. The sexy MILF engulfed my half-hard dick. I gasped as she nursed on it. I was so sensitive from cumming. It almost hurt. I hadn’t inherited Mom’s insatiable sex drive. I couldn’t fuck an entire cheerleader squad during a football game.

I needed some recovery.

I moaned as that hot mouth worked on my cock. Over the next few minutes, as I heard the moans bleeding through from Rebecca’s bedroom and the gasps and pants coming from below (I had no idea what naughty things my other half-sisters were up to), my dick recovered. I grew hard again. I thrust up into her mouth. She sucked on it, her green eyes staring up at me, her big tits swaying.

Then she popped her mouth off of me and purred, “Mmm, you’re hard again. How would you like me?”

“On your hands and knees!” I panted, feeling wanton. “Doggy style!”

“Mmm, that’s Mommy’s naughty futa-girl!”

She turned around on the bed. Her plump rear and toned thighs wiggled at me her bright bush soaked by her juices. She’d taken off her strap-on at some point while getting me hard again. I grinned as I rose. I ripped off my cum-matted negligee, freeing my round tits to bounce free, my sandy-blonde locks spilling about my shoulders.

I bent over, unable to resist, and licked through her silky bush, her pubic hairs tickling my cheek and nose, to gather up her tart juices. I slid through her thick cuntlips, teasing them and making her groan, before my tongue flicked up to her taint.

“Does Mommy taste better than your girlfriend?” she moaned.

“I don’t eat her pussy much,” I said. “She’s still a virgin.” I licked my tongue up through Mrs. Albertson’s taint to her asshole, tasting her sour musk as I rimmed her. “Mmm, but you do got a delicious asshole!”

“You can enjoy any of my holes,” she moaned. “Mommy just wants you happy.”

“I haven’t tried pussy,” I said, eager for the experience. I brought my cock to her cunt. Nearly nineteen years ago, my futa-mom had slid into this pussy and created Rebecca. I nuzzled my dick against the MILF’s hot cunt.

Thrust into her.

“Lola!” Mrs. Albertson moaned. “Oh, yes, it’s been too long since I had a girl-dick in me!”

I didn’t know what to say. Pussy felt incredible wrapped around my futa-cock. This hot, wet, silky sheath squeezed around me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being in Jen’s velvety asshole, but this was a different treat.

This was hot cunt.

I slid to the hilt in her. I wanted to savor this, but I was too excited. I was in Mrs. Albertson. I was in the busty MILF that I had such a crush on growing up. My hands slid up her body as I drew back my hips. I grasped her cum-splattered boobies, massaging them while her pussy caressed my aching cock.

I rammed back into her.

I buried to the hilt in her snatch. My crotch smacked into her rump. Flesh slapped flesh. The echoes danced through the living room. I groaned as the heat surged through my body. My round breasts heaved. The friction around my dick sent burning bliss raging to my ovaries.

“Mommy!” I squealed and drew back my hips again.

“Oh, yes, Mommy’s good, little futa-girl has an amazing dick!” she gasped, wiggling her hips.

I rammed into her depths again. My crotch smacked her rump. My pussy clenched at the delicious delight surging around my girl-dick. Juices ran down my thighs. My cunt was on fire, fed by this wondrous pussy I fucked.

My hips pumped away, ramming my girl-dick into her again and again. My tits heaved and bounced before me. The bed creaked as I fucked her hard. I pounded her, building that ache at the tip of my girl-dick. That wondrous explosion that would erupt out of me.

“Oh, yes, Mommy has an amazing futa-girl!” she moaned, rocking back into me. “That’s it. Mmm, just work that futa-dick in and out of Mommy’s pussy. Churn Mommy up!”

“I am!” I groaned, the heat rippling through me. It was this wondrous pleasure. This amazing heat that had me gasping and groaning. I plowed hard and fast into her. I pumped my clit-dick in and out of her juicy twat. “Oh, yes, Mommy, take my girl-dick. Love it!”

“I am loving it!” she groaned, her pussy clenching around my cock. “You’re going to make Mommy cum again!”

I squeezed her tits, wanting to give her that bliss so much. My slippery hands slid down her sticky tits to grab her nipples. I pinched and twisted them. She gasped, her fiery hair dancing as her pussy clamped down on my thrusting dick.

The friction grew faster and faster. The pressure of her hot snatch holding me built me towards that explosion. My juices ran down my thighs. My heart screamed in my chest. I whimpered and moaned. My tits jiggled. The slap of our flesh echoed through the bedroom.

“Fuck me, Rebecca!” moaned my mother. “Mmm, I have such a sexy futa for a niece! Yes, yes! Plow into me!”

I groaned, listening to my mother loving her step-niece. It was so kinky. I twisted Mrs. Albertson’s nipples, making the MILF gasp. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter about my dick. My own cunt was molten, pouring juices down my thighs.

“Oh, Aunt Janice, yes!” my half-sister moaned. “You want my cum spurting into you!”

“So badly!” she groaned.

“I do, too!” gasped Mrs. Albertson. She threw a look over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes sparkled. “Please, please, dump your cum into me.”

“Yes!” I moaned, thrusting harder, faster, my orgasm built and built in me.

My bedroom door creaked open. I gasped as Jen appeared there. My girlfriend was naked, her large tits jiggling before her as she slipped in. Her blue eyes sparkled as she watched me fuck my step-mother hard.

The sight of Jen licking her lips set me off. I was so glad the girl I loved was here. My heart thudded with excitement. I rammed my futa-dick forward hard. I buried into Mrs. Albertson’s hot, juicy twat.

Hot cum spurted from my dick.

“Yes, cum in Mommy’s twat!” Mrs. Albertson moaned.

“Mommy!” gasped Jen. “Oh, that’s hot!”

“It is!” I moaned as my dick spurted blast after blast of cum into Mrs. Albertson’s cunt. It was this naughty treat. It had me gasping, moaning. There was this delicious treat firing out of me.

My tits bounced and heaved. Little stars danced before my eyes as the rapture surged out of me. Blasts of euphoria erupted from my cock and waves of bliss gushed from my cunt. The twin delights met in my mind, swamping my brain.

Mrs. Albertson’s pussy writhed around me. She milked me as she joined me in ecstasy. My cum boiled into her as darkness washed across my vision. I felt drunk, swaying. This delicious treat surged through me.

“Oh, wow, yes!” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh, Mommy, take my cum!”

“You’re firing so much into Mommy’s pussy!” she moaned, her head thrown back.

“Yes, you are!” Jen moaned and lunged at me. She seized me, pressing her naked tits into my side. My girlfriend’s lips descended to mine. “Happy birthday, Lola!”

She kissed me hard as my step-mother’s cunt milked my cock dry. That pussy writhed about me, working out ever drop. The sexy MILF moaned and panted while my tongue dueled with Jen’s. I clutched her to me, feeling her trimmed bush, soaked by her virginal juices, rubbing on my thigh.

I broke the kiss, panting, “This is an incredible birthday gift! Thank you, Jen! Thank you, Mommy!”

“Mmm, it was my pleasure, Lola,” Mrs. Albertson panted. “Trust me.”

“We’re not done yet!” said my girlfriend. “We can lick her clean together. Then you can fuck me up the ass!”

I grinned at Jen. I loved her so much.

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July 22nd, 2037

“I think I knew right then and there I was going to marry her,” I told Adelia Tash, clasping my wife’s hand.

“You two definitely had a kinky relationship,” Adelia said, the beautiful, caramel-skinned woman said. “Well, I suppose that’s to be expected when you’re one of Becky Woodward’s daughters.”

“Oh, yes,” Bethany said, my half-sister nodding.

“It was a wild birthday party,” said Danielle.

Adelia Tash turned to her. “So, Danielle, what were you up to while they were swapping mothers?”

Danielle smiled. “I put together a naughty party game!”

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