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Alexa Green

As my futa-daughter left with Poppy, I watched the delicious Ginger Tate walk into her office to speak to her corporate masters. She was the manager of Secret Delights, the lingerie store in the mall. The married woman had, of course, found Lisa so attractive, she just had to make love to her.

We had shared my daughter. Enjoyed her delights. Now Ginger had a pussy full of that cum. A mother like me, she was just so sexy. I had found my entire life had changed. I didn’t want men at all. I wanted futas and MILFs. I wanted women. Pussies. Cunts. Girl-dicks. Futa-jizz. Creampies.

I wanted to eat a creampie.

I sauntered into the office. Ginger glanced up at me as she picked up the phone, her wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. I was a widower, but I still wore mine. I loved my husband, and missed him, but right now I was glad he was gone. It made this so much easier.

He would want me to be happy.

And I was more than happy to drop to my knees and lick out Ginger Tate’s married cunt. I would lap up every drop of my daughter’s taboo futa-cum from the MILF’s delicious pussy. She watched me drop to her knees.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “Yes, yes, I got those orders coming. In an hour. Sorry, sorry, we had a bit of a VIP come in to shop. Yes, yes, you’ll get them. Have I ever not made it by end of the hour.”

She rolled her eyes to me as I pushed her naked thighs apart. Like me, she had shed her clothes to have fun with Lisa. Now she smiled as I leaned forward to her shaved pussy. She had just a triangle of black hair sitting on her pubic mound just waiting for me to lick it clean. That would be so delicious to do.

I nuzzled into her pussy. I had eaten out my futa-daughter’s cunt, so this was my second ever twat I had kissed. Already, cum and juices soaked my lips. The fluids leaked past my lips. I savored the flavor of the salty cum mixed with her tart juices.

“Yes, yes, I have a new girl coming in tonight. No problems.”

I licked at her cunt. My tongue slid through her pussy lips. She quivered as she gripped the phone. I gathered up more of her tart juices and my futa-daughter’s cum. I loved those flavors. I licked again and again.

“I referred her to the police,” I said. “And I have taken measures to make sure no more employee theft can happen. Yes, yes, it’s solved.”

She smiled down at me as I lapped at her. She squeezed her thighs around my head as my tongue swept through her folds and gathered up every drop of her cum that I could spilling out of her snatch. She shuddered in her chair.

Her free hand slid down and grabbed the back of my head. She held me to her pussy. She made the occasional “Uh-huh,” as she enjoyed my tongue stroking through her folds. I loved the feel of her labia on my lips. The flavor of her tart musk filled my nose.

It was so heady to eat out another woman. Just a thrill to slide my tongue through her folds and make her shiver. Her big boobs jiggled as she nodded along to the conversation, adding her interjections every now and then.

“Right, right, we’re ready for the big sale,” she said. “All the signage has arisen.”

My tongue plunged into her cunt and scooped out my futa-daughter’s salty jizz. I loved the incestuous rush of eating her cum out of Ginger’s married pussy. This was so wild. I was cuckolding her. I loved it so much.

“We won’t put it out until next week. I know.” She rolled her eyes. “Mmm, I know.”

My tongue swirled around in her cunt. She shifted in her chair. Her fingers tightened in my auburn locks as I scooped out that delicious futa-spunk. My daughter’s cum melted across my tongue flavored by Ginger’s tart snatch.

“Yes, yes, it was an excellent conversation,” she moaned. “Okay, okay. Yes, I’ll see you next month at the conference. Okay. Goodbye.”

She hung up as my tongue plunged into her cunt. She shuddered and moaned aloud as I gathered more of my futa-daughter’s spunk from her depths. I loved every moment of licking and lapping at her cunt. I feasted on her with everything that I had.

“You naughty MILF,” she groaned. “Oh, just a wicked mommy. You’re just feasting on all that futa-cum your daughter fired into my cunt.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “It’s so yummy. She got to eat out my creampie, but I haven’t had a chance to return the favor.”

“And? How is it?”

“Wonderful, Ginger!” I plunged my tongue back into her cunt and swirled around in her cunt, mixing the last of Lisa’s cum with those tart juices. I scooped them out, groaning my delight. “Just outstanding to eat out one of her creampies!”

I feasted on my fellow MILF. I licked and lapped at her snatch. With no more futa-cum to enjoy, I just savored her tart pussy. She tasted amazing. I really did love eating a woman out. I stroked her thighs as I stroked her pussy lips.

I brushed her clit over and over again. She groaned, her head tossing from side to side. She whimpered, her face twisting in delight. Her boobs bounced and jiggled. They quivered as I stroked over her bud.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you’re going to be drowning in pussy juices soon!”

“Good,” I moaned and slid my tongue through her folds again.

She shuddered as I did that. Her head tossed back and forth as I flicked my tongue up and down her snatch. She groaned, loving what I did to her. She whimpered, her head tossing from side to side as I licked at her.

I lapped at her with such passion. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She stared down at me, her eyes so wide. She had such a delicious cunt. I loved the feel of her snatch. She had a wonderful tasting pussy.

“Alexa!” she gasped. “Oh, Alexa!”

I loved hearing her moaning my name. I suckled hard on her clit.

She trembled. Her big boobs bounced and jiggled. She gripped my head, holding me to her bud. I nibbled on her with my soft lips. She squirmed, her tits swaying back and forth. Mine did, too, smacking together as I loved her pearl.

She threw back her head, her back arching in her chair. Her boobs thrust out before her as she squeezed her thighs tight about my face. She squealed out in rapture. A gush of pussy juices flooded my mouth.

I groaned, drinking her passion. I gulped down her pussy cream. Hot juices spilled down my chin. My boobs swayed beneath me as I trembled with delight. I savored making this MILF cum so hard. Her moans of delight echoed through her office.

“Oh, my fucking god!” Ginger squealed. “You’re such an amazing woman, Alexa! Oh, yes, yes, you’re so good at eating pussy!”

I loved her words.

I licked at her cunt as she whimpered. I stroked through her folds, gathering up more of her tart juices. she trembled through her bliss, her head tossing back and forth. She sucked in a deep breath, her boobs rising and falling.

“Oh, wow,” she purred as her orgasm dwindled. “Mmm, I wonder if you’ve ever heard of this? Something lesbians supposedly do.”

“Oh?” I asked, curious. Was I a lesbian now for liking my futa-daughter? She still had a cock. Was I something else? A futasexual?

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Lisa Green

“Sorry about that,” I said as Poppy and I moved through the store. She was the cute, black-haired girl that worked with here. Mrs. Tate was her mother. “What you saw. I didn’t mean for that. MILFs just… go wild for me.”

“I guess,” she said. “I mean, you’re cute and all. Those glasses and those boobs are nice. And, I mean, that cock is kinda hot. You’re hung, but… To just start blowing you. I mean, what about my dad? And right in the middle of the store. It’s crazy.”

“It’s definitely crazy,” I said.

“Well, we have the trans-panties. They don’t ever sell, but we have to have them on hand. You know, to show that Secret Delights are allies. I think we’ve had them in stock, and I sold them to maybe one guy. I think he just liked wearing panties. You know, wasn’t really… But you can’t say that. Ugh, it’s all so confusing.”

I nodded.

“So, this must have just happened to you.”

“A few hours ago,” I said.

“Poor thing. If you ever, you know, want to get a coffee and talk about it. I’m not a sex-mad MILF like my mom. Or your mom.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling at Poppy. She was cute, a few years older than me. “I’d like that. I really would. It’s all so confusing. My formula wasn’t supposed to make me into a futa. It was supposed to give me bigger boobs, a hot face, and fix my eyesight. Instead, this cunt Shanice spiked it and I got the tits and a dick instead.”

“Wow, spiked your formula?” Poppy shook her head, her black hair dancing. “That’s a complete biotch.”

“Yep,” I said. “She’s the hot girl at my school. I was going to out hot her and steal her dreamy boyfriend from her. He’s the quarterback and he’s…” I frowned. The flutter of delight. I used to get at thinking about Curtis and all his muscles were… gone. “Well, he used to be the guy I daydreamed about. Now, I don’t really feel much for him. Weird.”

“Not really,” she said. “You’re sexuality is evolving with your body. It’s pretty clear you like MILFs.”

I blushed. “I guess I do. They’re very, um, fun.” I didn’t want to say how amazing her mom was. “I had a threesome at school with my science teacher and the principal. They were very into my girl-cock.”

“Plus your mom,” said Poppy. “And my mom.”

“Sorry about that,” I said. “I didn’t mean to, you know.”

“Fuck my mom?” She shrugged. “It sounds like you are really going through a lot. I mean it, you want to talk, we can talk.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

“So, you can’t get back at Shanice by seducing her boyfriend and turning him into your boy toy. So, what are you going to do?”

“She has a mother.” My cheeks burned. “I mean, that has to get back at her. She’s a MILF, so she’ll be all over me. I hope that doesn’t sound terrible.”

“Nope.” Poppy grinned. “Just make sure she knows. Ooh, like becoming over all the time. Dating her or something. Not for real, but just to pretend.”

“What if I dated her for real?” I asked, browsing through the panties. There were some cute pairs here. “I mean, what’s so weird about it other than our age difference. Oh, and she’s married.”

“My mom didn’t care about that part,” said Poppy. “But don’t you want to date a girl your age. You know, someone that’s not just wanting to ride your futa-dick because they find you irresistibly hot. I mean, they’re like nymphos around you. It’s not love or passion, it’s just carnal lust. Least, that’s what I think it is.”

“Well, my plans of finding true love with Curtis are out,” I said. “I’ll just keep my eye out.”

“Cool,” she said, shifting. “Um, so… I get off in an hour. Maybe after you’re done shopping, if you can lose your mom, we can have that coffee.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks.” I gave her a quick hug. “Um, how about Black Brew across the street from the mall.”

“It’s a date,” said Poppy. “Now, you really have to try this pair. I think they’re super cute.”

I took them, a pair of teal panties with lacy bands across the seat. I put them against my jeans. They were cut to accommodate a dick. So they were proper trans-panties. Well, futa-panties. I nodded, smiling at her.

She grabbed a matching bra that would fit me, a 30C. I smiled as we browsed more. Pink panties, purple, a type of thong that could hold my dick in the front, ones that hugged my ass. Partially transparent. I was giddy at all these cute panties I would soon own.

Just as we were finishing up, Mom and Mrs. Tate emerged from the back with big smiles on their faces. Had they had fun back there. Mrs. Tate glanced at me. I could tell she wanted to pounce on me. That she was just so eager to fuck me, but…

“I will give you a nice discount,” she said as we piled them up. “Mmm, and you really need to come in as often as you can. I would be able to ‘lose’ a bra and pantie set every time you do. Or maybe a nice nightie. You just have to… give me that big futa-dick.”

“Sure, Mrs. Tate,” I said. “I’d love to, but I have to buy more clothes, and… I’m going to have coffee with Poppy in an hour. To talk to her.” I glanced at Mom. “Is that cool. You can drop me off at Black Brew. I can get home from there.”

“Oh, fine,” she said. “Poppy, huh, she’s cute.”

“Yes, my daughter’s just adorable,” purred Mrs. Tate.

“She’s just being friendly,” I gasped. “It’s not like that. You MILFs just have dirty, dirty minds about me. She’s not a bunch of horny nymphos that will do anything for my futa-dick.”

“Anything,” Mrs. Tate and Mom breathed together, their bodies shuddering.

God, MILFs were such sluts. I loved it. My futa-dick was getting hard in my jeans, and that was a bad thing. I had to get this under control. I swallowed and nodded as my lingerie was rang up. Mom paid with her credit card, humming along.

I had a bag full of bras and panties, and we were heading off to the next store. I still hadn’t put on a bra, but I would in the changing room when I tried some stuff on. And a pair of panties. That teal pair were so cute. I would do with those.

Mom and I headed to Chateau Rue for the clothes. As we moved through the mall, I was getting used to all those passing MILFs glancing at me. It wasn’t every older woman. No, it was the ones who were mothers. And some of the younger ones, too.

Moms pushing strollers or with toddlers glancing back at me. In their twenties. Their thirties. Their forties. I guessed it didn’t matter so long as they had a child. That was exciting to think about. This new futa-dick was definitely going to make my life so much different.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see you in your sexy new clothes,” Mom purred. “It’s making me so wet just thinking about it.”

“God, Mom, you are such a horndog,” I said. “Do I need to get a hose to cool you off?”

“Mmm, you could whip out your futa-hose and drench me in all that lovely passion to cool me off,” she purred.

I rolled my eyes. “I just need to get in the changing room and put on these new panties and try on a few skirts and stuff. Okay. Cute skirts and blouses that fit my new bust size. That’s what we’re here for.”

“Right,” Mom said, her hand putting on my lower back where my too-small shirt had ridden up to expose my skin. I shuddered at the warmth of her touch. The intimacy of it. People might think we were lovers.

An older lesbian with her budding dyke.

My futa-dick twitched as we reached Chateau Rue. It was a trendy clothing store that girls like Shanice shopped at. I was so relieved when I saw there were only girls in their twenties working here. And none of them stared at me like they had to jump my futa-bones right here, right now.

Mom hurried over to the shelves and started gushing, though. She was browsing through the clothes. She gushed at them as she dug through them, a big smile on her lips. She pulled out skirts and tops.

“You’d look so cute in this, honey,” she said.

“Wow, your mom is into helping you shop,” a girl with caramel skin with a nametag that read “Jasmine” said. “But she has some good taste.”

“Yeah, she’s great,” I said. “She’s helping me out. I had a bit of a growth spurt.” I pointed at my shirt. “And nothing I own fits any longer.”

“Nice, nice,” Jasmine said. “Well, if you have any questions.”

I smiled at her and liked the feminine skirts Mom was picking out. She grabbed blouses that went with them. A mix of crop tops, halter tops, peasant blouses, and even some cute t-shirts with rainbows and unicorns on them.

Mom had quite a lot of clothes. I took them from her and headed to the changing room. I slipped in before Mom could follow. She would just try to fuck me if she got in here. So I hung up the clothes on a bar for that and kicked off my shoes.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. My red hair fell bushy and full around my face. It was almost untamable. My glasses sat on my nose. I was cuter. My face had shifted in such subtle ways. Like I had been photoshopped. I pulled off my top and saw my boobs in them.

It was strange seeing my new C’s instead of my little A’s. Well, Double A’s, that was how small they were. I liked them.

I hummed as I unsnapped my jeans. I shoved them off. My futa-dick thrust out from my fiery bush. I kept it trimmed, so my curls were easy to see. I rolled the jeans down my thighs and stepped out of them. I smiled and posed.

I was a sexy futa. My girl-dick twitched out before me. My pussy grew hot.

I ducked my hands into the bag with my new panties and bras. I pulled out the teal set and slipped on the bra. It fit perfectly. The fabric cupped my breasts into two wonderful mounds. I adjusted it and nodded. I pulled up the panties next, my new cock fitting into the expanded space.

“Nice,” I said as I adjusted them. I looked at myself. I had a plumper rump, I realized. It had more curves to it. I was sexier. “Very nice. I look hot.”

“You do, honey,” Mom purred and opened the dressing room door.

I gasped as she slipped in, a hungry look in her green eyes. She groaned as she stared at me in my new bra and panties set. She trembled with lust, her boobs bouncing in her dark-blue crop top. Her tight skirt swirled around her thighs.

“What are you doing in here?” I hissed.

“Why, just seeing how cute you are in your new bra and panties.” She smiled at me. “Oh, honey, you are looking so delicious in that. Those panties are just adorable.”

“And I have to try on these new clothes, not have you in her ogling me.” My eyes widened as she licked her lips. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to… Stop dropping to your knees, Mom. I mean. No, no, don’t tug down my panties. Mom! There are employees here. They’re going to wander why—”

My cock popped out of my new panties and right into her hungry mouth.

“Mom!” I groaned as she suckled on me. She nursed with such passion on me. I groaned at the feel of her lips sliding up and down my girl-dick. “You can’t—”

I cut off as a girl went into the other changing room, saying, “Sheesh, Mom, I can put on clothes myself. I’m not a little girl.”

“Oh, I know, honey,” the woman said. “Just want to see how cute you are. I’m so glad you’re blossoming and trying clothes more appropriate for your age.”

I shuddered as the girl in the stall next to mine muttered. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Mom’s mouth. She suckled on me with passion. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft. She suckled on me with passion. She nursed with everything that she had.

I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. This was insane feeling her mouth sliding up and down me. It was an incredible rush to have her blowing in me. The girl changed in the stall next to ours. If she heard us and told…

I didn’t even want to think about it. Then I noticed the door. It wasn’t closed.

Mom hadn’t made sure to latch it. I had to get it closed. I reached out with my fingers, my boobs bobbing in my bra. My fingers were straining to reach it. I just had to bend over a little more. I was so close to the wood.

“It’s hot in here,” the mother muttered. “You hot, honey?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “You’re just getting old, Mom!”

“Old, I’m thirty-eight!” she gasped. “I should go in there and whup your ass for that. I’m only twenty-four-years older than you, little brat and… It is hot, though. My, oh, my, it’s getting warm.”

My fingers brushed the door. I just had to push on it. I tried and… it creaked open more. I froze, Mom sucking so hard on me. The door wiggled. Then, maybe a draft, pushed it open even wider to reveal the woman on the other side fanning her mocha-brown face. The Black woman blinked at me.

Mom just kept suckling at me as the Black MILF stared at me with this hunger in her eyes. She fanned her face, her big boobs held in a sleeveless blouse with a ruffled collar. She had on a tight pencil skirt and heels like she had just come in from the office.

“Oh, I think I know why it’s so hot,” she said as she stared at me. She walked into the changing room. “Oh, my, yes.”

“Great, Mom,” her daughter said. “Super thrilled for you. Ooh, yes, this is cute.”

The MILF closed the door behind her. She stared at me then down at my mother sucking on my dick. Mom just kept nursing on me, my cunt clenching. The heat washed through me. This felt amazing. I loved the way she suckled on me. How she nursed. How she worked her mouth up and down my dick.

She would make me cum so hard. I groaned, Mom’s tongue dancing around my pussy. A wave of heat rushed through me as Mom kept suckling on me. She nursed with more of that pressure. It was an amazing delight to have her doing that to me.

She loved my girl-dick. She suckled on me with all her might while the new MILF pressed her mocha hands into my torso and slid up to my bras. She licked her lips as I trembled, my pussy clenching. My ovaries brimmed with cum.

“My, oh, my,” she breathed. “Look at those firm, little melons. You got a pair of cute, White titties, don’t you? And a big ol’ dick. That’s not possible, but…”

“I’m a futa,” I whispered, her daughter humming. Was she listening to music now? Maybe put in some airbuds.

“Futa,” purred the MILF. “How sweet.” She shoved up my bra so my tits fell out. Her mocha-brown hands squeezed my breasts. “When I was in college, I loved playing with White girls’ tits. And White boys’ dicks. How I got my daughter. But never met a White girl with both of what I liked.”

“You’re lucky day,” I groaned as her thumbs rubbed over my nipples.

“My, oh, my, it is,” she moaned, her dark thumbs massaging my pink nubs.

The tingles shot down to my cunt and up my futa-dick. I shuddered and loved this. It felt so incredible. It was hard to worry about getting caught when I had this gorgeous, Black MILF massaging my nipples while Mom blew me.

Her tongue danced around the crown of my cock. I bit my lower lip, moaning in delight at the pleasure Mom gave me. She worked her lips up and down my dick. She knew just how to suckle on me. How to please me.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Mmm,” purred the Black MILF before she bent over and suckled on my pink nipple.

Her warm mouth felt wonderful about my nub. I loved the way she suckled on my nipple. The tingles raced down to my pussy. I loved how amazing that felt. She nursed hard. I quivered as the pressure in my ovaries grew.

Mom’s tongue sweeping around the head of my cock and the Black MILF’s tongue dancing around my areola made me feel amazing. My clit-dick twitched. I groaned, rising toward that powerful burst of delight.

“Mom,” I breathed. “Oh, Mom, yes!”

I erupted.

My futa-cum fired into my mom’s mouth. She gulped down the jizz. The girl hummed in the other changing room as I pumped blast after blast of cum into Mom’s hungry mouth. She gulped down my jizz. She loved my cum.

It was such a rush to have her nursing on me like that. My eyes rolled back in my head as she suckled at me. It was an incredible rush to have her nursing on me with such passion. To have her gulping down all that jizz.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered.

The MILF popped her mouth off my nipple and moaned, “Are you cumming?”

I whimpered and nodded as more and more of my cum fired into my mom’s mouth. She swallowed it all down. Pussy cream spilled down my thighs. I shuddered with bliss. My body swayed from side to side. It was a fantastic moment.

Stars twinkled before my eyes. I groaned at how amazing I felt. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding with this wild beat. The MILF bit her lower lip as Mom popped her mouth off my girl-dick. She smacked her lips.

“I gotta give that big dick a try,” purred the MILF.

“What,” I groaned as she hiked her skirt and turned around. I shuddered as she presented me with a rump covered in a satiny cream pair of panties. The light gleamed off her rump as she wiggled her ass at me. She pushed down her panties. “Oh, well, I guess I can. I’m Lisa.”

“Ms. Johnson,” she groaned. “Or, that’s what my students call me. Ooh, just ram that big dick into me. You’re so sexy.”

I shuddered and moved toward her, Mom smiling. She grabbed my futa-dick and pushed it up to the MILF’s butt-cheeks. I glanced at Mom. She winked at me. I shuddered as she pushed me right against Ms. Johnson’s back door.

“Anal?” whimpered the MILF. She threw a look over her shoulder. “Oh, I shouldn’t. You’re huge, but… I never could say no to a pretty White girl. And when she’s hung, my, oh, my, I want that dick in me.”

“My futa-dick,” I groaned, glancing at the room. Her daughter was over there oblivious to what I was about to do to her mother.

Mom pushed me right against Ms. Johnson’s asshole. I nuzzled into that naughty backdoor. I loved the texture of it. I pushed and pushed against her. She groaned as I did that. She whimpered, her head shaking from side to side as I pushed into her anal sheath.

She groaned, her bowels stretching and stretching for my futa-dick. She whimpered as I pushed harder. Then I popped into her asshole. I loved the way her bowels massaged my cock as I sank into her flesh. The MILF groaned, squeezing down on me.

“Oh, wow, Ms. Johnson,” I groaned, loving being in the MILF’s asshole.

“That’s it, honey,” Mom cheered on. “You’re doing great.”

“Just buggering me,” whimpered the MILF as I sank my futa-dick deeper and deeper into her bowels. I loved the feel of her engulfing me. “Oh, my, that’s good. That’s so good. Yes, yes, just slide that big futa-dick deeper into my anal sheath. I love it!”

I did, too. I bottomed out in her, my red bush rubbing into her mocha-brown butt-cheeks. I drew back my cock. I loved the feel of that tight asshole massaging me. The pleasure swept down to my pussy. My cunt drank in the delight.

The MILF moaned her delight. She loved having my futa-dick buried to the hilt in her bowels. I really could have any MILF I wanted. I drove them all wild. Made them Wet. Horny. They wanted me. Ached for me to fuck them.

To pound them with my big dick. To just fuck them in any of their holes. I loved the sound of her daughter humming in the stall next door oblivious to what I was doing to her mother’s asshole. I loved the feel of that velvety sheath as I pulled back my cock. Ms. Johnson clamped down hard on me.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, you darling girl.”

“Futa-girl,” I whimpered. “A dickgirl with a big clit-cock!”

I slammed back into her asshole. The door creaked as I fucked her bowels. I buried into her with such force. I fucked her with everything that I had. I loved that wonderful asshole squeezing about me. She massaged me with it.

Mom hugged me from behind. I shuddered at the feel of her clothed body against me. Her hands found my naked tits. She squeezed them as I fucked the MILF. Mom licked my ear, sending shiver racing down to my clenching cunt.

“Mom,” I whimpered, savoring her tongue licking my ear.

“Mmm, just fuck that naughty slut,” she purred. “Just ram that big dick into her asshole.”

“Yes,” breathed Ms. Johnson as I fucked her bowels. I pounded her hard. Fast. I thrust away at her as she groaned, “Make me cum so hard!”

I wanted that so much. I hugged Ms. Johnson. I squeezed her boobs through her blouse as I hammered her asshole. I fucked her with passion, her velvety sheath gripping my dick. She squeezed about me.

I loved how she gripped me. She held me tight with her velvety bowels. The heat swelled in me. The need to cum built and built at the tip of my dick. I loved how she gripped me. How she massaged me with her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast.

I buried into her again and again. I fucked her with everything that I had. I loved pounding her bowels with such hard strokes. I thrust into her again and again. It was outstanding to fuck her anal sheath with everything that I had. I loved how she massaged me.

How she gripped me. Held me tight. I groaned, her bowels massaging my dick thrusting away at her anal sheath. I groaned, the pressure rising in my ovaries. The need to cum in the MILF’s asshole building and building.

The door to the other stall opened. “Hey, Mom, what do you…” Her daughter’s voice trailed off as I stuffed my futa-dick deep into the MILF’s asshole. “Mom? Huh? Did you go to the bathroom?”
Ms. Johnson whimpered as I drilled my futa-dick in and out of her asshole.

“Whatev,” her daughter muttered and headed back into the stall. “You were the one all excited.”

“I am,” the mother groaned, “but…” She wiggled her hips, swirling her asshole around my dick. I loved how she did that. It was incredible to have her buffing my clit-rod. “That futa-cock!”

Her daughter didn’t hear her, listening to her music on her airbuds. I loved this. It was so hot with my mom hugging me and Ms. Johnson squeezing her bowels around my dick. She was driving me toward cumming in her snatch.

I shuddered, hurtling closer and closer to erupting into her bowels. My futa-dick buried to the hilt in her anal sheath. My orgasm built and built. Mom squeezed my tits. Her fingers massaged my boobies as I hurtled toward my orgasm.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned, my glasses shifting on my nose.

“Are you going to cum in her asshole?” Mom purred. She licked my ear. “Huh, huh?”

“So hard,” I moaned. “I’m going to just erupt into her bowels, Mom!”

“Good,” she purred and nibbled on my ear.

I shuddered, my ovaries quivering with delight. I plowed deep and hard into Ms. Johnson’s anal sheath. My crotch smacked into her butt-cheeks. I squeezed her soft boobies through her blouse as I slammed into her.

I was hurtling toward my explosion. I shuddered, my dick twitching and throbbing in her bowels. She squeezed down on me as I pounded her tight anal sheath. She moaned, the door creaking. I slammed deep into her bowels.

“Oh, my god,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, that’s… Yes!”

Her asshole rippled around my dick. I gasped as that hot flesh convulsed around my dick as I drew back my cock. I loved her flesh rippling around me. She had such an amazing anal sheath. She suckled at me with passion.

I groaned as I buried to the hilt in her bowels. The pressure in my ovaries hit that amazing bursting point. I trembled in my mother’s arms. She kneaded my boobs. She pinched my nipples. I quivered and burst with ecstasy.

Her anal sheath writhed around my thick futa-dick. Her flesh suckled at me. She nursed with such passion at my cock. It was an incredible rush to pump away at her bowels with my clit-dick. I fucked into her over and over again, the pleasure rushing through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision.

“Flood my bowels,” the Black MILF groaned.

She milked my futa-dick as I flooded her bowels with my jizz. Her anal sheath rippled around me, massaging me. I loved the velvety spasm as I erupted again and again. My cunt gushed juices that rushed down my thighs to my knew panties bunched around my knees.

Mom kissed at my ear. Then I turned my head. My lips melted against Mom’s. I groaned, making out with her. It was such a rush to do that to her. To kiss her with such passion. She groaned, our mouths working together.

She had such an amazing mouth. I loved this so much. I groaned, savoring this heat rushing through my body as I flooded the Black MILF with my jizz. Ms. Johnson panted as her anal sheath wrung me dry.

“Oh, my, yes,” she groaned. “That was something. Mmm-hmm, that was amazing, Lisa. Just wondrous. I’d give you a gold star for that.” She giggled. “Occupational hazard of fucking a grade school teacher.”

I broke the kiss with Mom. “I’d take a gold star for my fucking.”

Mom laughed. I loved this. I pulled out of the MILF’s asshole. I savored drawing my dick out of her bowels. It felt incredible to do that. A wave of heat rushed through me. It was fantastic to have all that pleasure shooting through me. I savored it with every ounce of my being. I loved it so much.

“Well, well, well,” Mom said. “Mmm, you got my daughter’s dick pretty dirty. So, what do you say we lick her clean, Ms. Johnson.”

My cock twitched.

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Alexa Green

“My, yes, we need to take care of that,” Ms. Johnson said. She was a gorgeous, Black woman. I loved her blouse. Sleeveless and elegant.

I sank to my knees, my boobs jiggling in my low-cut crop top and push-up bra. Ms. Johnson lowered herself beside me. We faced my futa-daughter and her big clit-dick. I loved licking her dick, and I had enjoyed sucking my own ass off her.

Now I was eager to share that delight with Ms. Johnson. Her daughter was happily trying on new clothes. That was so naughty. It made my pussy so wet. I was dripping with excitement as I leaned forward to suckle on my daughter’s cock.

My cheeks rubbed on Ms. Johnson’s as we moved in together. This wicked heat swept through me. I was so excited to do this. Just so eager to lick and lap at that big, throbbing dick. The sour flavor of my fellow MILF’s asshole filled my nose.

My futa-daughter brought me such passions. I had awakened to all these joys that I never knew about.

Eating pussy was a big one. Ass to mouth was another.

Our tongues licked up my futa-daughter’s cock. She groaned, her clit-dick twitching. She stared down at us, her round breasts rising and falling. She still had her teal bra shoved up and over those beautiful boobies she now had.

I savored the sour flavor of Ms. Johnson’s asshole. I loved the earthy delight. My cunt clenched as we both reached the tip of Lisa’s cock. Our tongues flicked over the spongy crown and brushed each other. Before I knew it, we were kissing.

Our lips worked together. Our tongues danced. I shuddered, savoring the sour flavor of her asshole. It was an exciting thrill to kiss Ms. Johnson while my futa-daughter’s cock rubbed against our faces. The salty taste of precum bled through my mouth.

“Watching MILFs make out is so hot,” Lisa groaned.

“Mmm, it is,” Ms. Johnson moaned. “Damn, it’s been a while since I made out with a woman. I love it! Now let’s lick her cock clean of my ass.”

“And have her cum all over our faces,” I added.

“Oh, yes,” whimpered Lisa. “I love doing that to MILFs, too.”

I smiled and licked at my daughter’s cock again. I stroked up and down her futa-dick, savoring the sour flavor. My twat clenched, the heat rippling through me. I closed my eyes, savoring this delight as I moved up her shaft.

Ms. Johnson and I licked up my futa-daughter’s dirty dick. This was so exciting to share her. Ms. Johnson’s oblivious daughter in the other stall humming along to her music only made this wilder. My pussy was on fire.

Not that I would get this cock in me. I knew my daughter had her little date planned, but just loving her dick made me feel good. It itched this depraved, motherly bit in me. I was so wicked for doing this with Lisa.

It was so wrong to lick my futa-daughter’s cock. I loved being her kinky mommy.

The sour flavor from Ms. Johnson’s asshole did add something else to this. A wonderful and delicious thrill. It was hot to stroke my tongue over the girl’s shaft. We licked up and down her girl-cock, so eager to clean my futa-daughter’s dick.

My cheek rubbed against the Black woman’s. It was so hot feeling her against me as we swirled our tongues around the crown of Lisa’s futa-cock. She stared down at us, her round boobs jiggling. She trembled there, her face twisting in delight.

“Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, you two are so naughty.”

I winked at her and swallowed her girl-dick. I nursed on her. She gasped, her body shaking as I suckled on her. Ms. Johnson licked at the side of her cock. The Black MILF was so eager to make sure that my daughter had a nice cum.

I bobbed my head. I worked up and down her girl-dick, sucking and nursing hard on her futa-dick. She groaned, her head swaying. I slid up her futa-cock and popped off with a wet plop. She gasped as I slid off her.

Then Ms. Johnson swallowed Lisa’s girl-dick. She engulfed my sexy daughter’s futa-cock. I loved how Lisa moaned. The black MILF worked her lips down it, sucking with skill and relish. It was so hot. My pussy melted.

“Oh, yes, Ms. Johnson,” groaned my cute daughter. “Ooh, that’s it. Wow, I love that!”

Ms. Johnson bobbed up and down a few more times than passed Lisa’s girl-cock off to me. I loved that. I suckled on my daughter with passion. I worked up and down, the salty flavor of her precum spilling across my tongue.

Her sweet musk filled my nose, her fiery bush dripping with her pussy cream. I suckled on her a few more times then passed her futa-dick to Ms. Johnson. She engulfed my futa-daughter’s dick with hunger, sucking and slurping.

Lisa moaned louder and louder as Ms. Johnson and I traded that delicious futa-dick back and forth. I would suck a few times, drool spilling down my chin, then Ms. Johnson would slurp on that lovely cock.

“So good,” she whimpered.

I engulfed her cock, dancing my tongue around her futa-dick. The flavor of her precum grew saltier and saltier. Her boobs jiggled. She bit her lower lip, whimpering. Her glossy, red hair swayed around her face as I nursed with all my motherly passion on her futa-dick.

“I’m going to cum!” moaned my daughter as I suckled on her girl-dick.

I ripped my mouth off and groaned, “Then cum on our faces, honey!”

“Yes, yes, cum on us!” gasped Ms. Johnson.

We fisted her girl-dick, both our hands stroking up and down her long shaft. Lisa threw back her head and gasped. She erupted. Her hot cum spurted from her futa-dick and sprayed across our faces. I shuddered at the hot spunk splashing across us.

It was so wild to have that jizz spilling over us. I groaned, loving the way her cum coated my features. I thrust out my tongue as she moaned. The futa-cum splashed salty into my mouth. I groaned as she hosed us down.

It was an incredible rush to have her spurting more and more of her spunk across our faces. She groaned, her boobs bouncing. She gasped out in delight again and again. “Mom! Ms. Johnson!”

“Oh, sweetie,” moaned Ms. Johnson. “That’s it!”

That was so hot to hear. I loved the way she moaned, her body quivering. She was enjoying herself. That was for sure. I savored all that jizz splashing on our faces. She soaked us down. It was so wild.

She groaned and fired one more time. I quivered, the spunk running down my face. This would make such a mess. I turned my head to Ms. Johnson. She stared at me. We attacked each other with hunger, licking and lapping up the cum.

We gathered it off each other’s cheeks and chins. Our tongues flitted over each other. A hot rush swept through me. My cunt clenched as I lapped at the spunk on her face. This heady delight swept through me.
We gathered the salty jizz and kissed each other.

It was so hot. So wild.

We passed my daughter’s futa-jizz back and forth. A heady wave of heat rushed through me as we did that. It was so wonderful to share my daughter’s girl-seed with another MILF. It felt so right for us to both enjoy these treats.

Just so delicious.

“Mmm,” I purred. “We should hurry to the bathroom and get cleaned up. My daughter has some clothes to try on. And she does have a date.”

“Just coffee with a friend,” Lisa muttered.

Poppy was so cute.

Ms. Johnson and I slipped out and hurried to the nearby restroom. We cleaned up our faces and did what we could about the stains on our blouses. When we came out, Ms. Johnson’s daughter arched an eyebrow.

“The bathroom?” she asked. “You weren’t in there the whole time.”

“No, no, just talking to my new friend,” said Ms. Johnson. She pulled out her phone. “What’s your number.”

I told her and she instantly sent a text message. “I need to come over and love your daughter with you soon.”

I winked at how exciting. What a wonderful day of shopping.

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Lisa Green

“Enjoy your date, honey,” Mom said as she pulled up before the Black Brew Coffeehouse across the street from the mall. I was done with my shopping. I had new outfits that I could wear with my futa-dick and new blouses for my bigger boobs.

“It’s not a date, Mom,” I groaned, my cheeks burning. “Poppy and I are just going to get some coffee and hang out. No biggie.”

“Right, right,” Mom said, a big smile on her lips. “Well, if things develop, just give me a call.”

“So you won’t worry about me,” I asked, opening the door.

“What, no,” she said. “I want to be there and join in. I’d love to eat Poppy’s pussy. Her mom had such a yummy cunt full of your cum. Ooh, after you and Poppy first make love, let me lick her pussy clean. Kay!”

I stared at my mom. Wow, my futa-dick had warped her into a crazy nympho-MILF. “Um, yeah, if that happens, you can do that.” It wasn’t going to happen. Poppy wasn’t a MILF. She was just a new friend. “I’ll be back later. Maybe we’ll get a bite to eat or something.”

Mom leaned over and planted a hot kiss right on my mouth. She thrust her tongue in. My futa-dick twitched in my teal panties. This wave of heat rushed through me. I shuddered and broke the kiss. I had to get out of here before she was fucking me again.

I hopped out and a soccer mom with her hair in a bun and her kid’s jersey on walked by. She glanced back at me as she held a cardboard holder full of drinks. She stared at me with this wild look in her eyes.

A horn honked, snapping her out of her daze. God, if there were any MILFs in there, what would happen? Would I get a BJ beneath the table or something?

I swallowed and headed inside. This new life as a futa was going to take some getting used to. But it was fun. Wow, it was so fun to have all these MILFs just going crazy for me. I could really, really get used to this.

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