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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Incest, Oral Sex, Creampie, Virgin, Hot Wife, MILF, Cuckold, Supernatural

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Note: Thanks to my beta reader for proofing this!

Alanna March – Night 1

There was a very curious—no, pleasurable—sensation around my pussy that dragged me out of sleep. I groaned as I shifted on the bed, savoring that delight. It was warm and… felt like someone was nursing on me. I shuddered as I opened my eyes.

I felt so good as I stared up at the dark ceiling of my bedroom. My bed creaked. My blankets were humped before me and moving like someone was bobbing her head up and down. I shuddered, feeling long hair ticking my thighs while that sensation slid up and down my… my…

What was that? It felt like I had a huge clit or something.

My virgin pussy clenched as I moaned. It felt incredible. Way better than masturbating. I could feel lips sliding up and down my engorged… my engorged… clit? Was my clit a big shaft? It felt like it. What was going on?

A warm tongue swept around the tip of my clit. That was super sensitive. I gasped, my round boobs jiggling. I should have been in my PJs, but I was naked. My round boobs jiggled. I shuddered, this ache growing deep in my virgin pussy. This ache matched the growing ache at the tip of my engorged clitoris. This was insane.

“What is this?” I whimpered.

I threw back my covers and…

My mother sucked on my clit. The woman who gave birth to me nursed on my engorged clit. My jaw dropped at the incestuous heat washing through me. She was my mother. What about my dad? This was so insane. Why was Mom sucking on my clit? Why was she giving me a… a…
Blowjob?

“Wait, wait, do I have a dick?” I gasped.

Mom purred in agreement around my… my… thingie and winked a hazel eye at me. Her brown hair fell around her face and spilled over my pale thighs. I could not have a cock, and yet… That was a big shaft thrusting up from my blonde bush.

“No, no, I’m a girl,” I gasped. “I can’t have a… a… penis. How?”

Mom just shrugged and kept on sucking. My pussy clenched. I definitely had my snatch. I could feel it dripping with my excitement. My nipples ached. I slid my hands over them, shuddering as I brushed my sensitive nubs. Delight shot down to my pussy. I cupped my breasts. They were nice, round C’s. I was proud of what God had given me.

Sure, my best friend Erica had D’s, but that wasn’t much bigger than mine. I didn’t have Mom’s F-cups, but I was still proud of them.

If I had tits and a pussy, how could I have a cock? I trembled as Mom’s mouth worked up and down my engorged clit… dick. It was a clit-dick. That must be it. I shuddered and slid my fingers down my stomach to my bush. My curls tickled my digits. I found the wet folds of my pussy. I stroked them and felt them stretched around the base of my thick shaft.

“I have a cock!” I gasped.

Mom purred in excitement, sucking so hard. Her tongue danced around me. I shuddered at the feel of her nursing on me. It was insane. This could not be happening. My heart pounded a wild beat in my chest as she loved me. My toes curled as the pressure grew and grew. I hurtled toward this crazy moment when I would…

Erupt.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped.

Mom suckled with such enthusiasm. The taboo heat washed through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching as she loved me. I didn’t know why she was cheating on Dad or how she knew to be in my bedroom in the middle of the night to suck on my… my…

Cock.

Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. Clits did not turn into cocks, and my mom wouldn’t commit incest with me. She was a very religious woman. We went to church every Sunday and listened to Reverend Wilson give his sermons. Mom was as devout as I was. She would not do something like this…

Depraved.

“Mommy!” I whimpered. I could not help myself. It just felt so good to have her suckling on me. She nursed with all that she had. She drove me wild with her hot mouth. I groaned, savoring that hot delight. It was just an amazing moment. I felt so good having her work up and down me. I shuddered, savoring her massaging me with her hot mouth. “Oh, Mommy, that’s it!”

She suckled on me so hard. So fast. She drove me wild with that hot mouth. She nursed on me with such passion. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful mouth sucking on my girl-dick. She worked her mouth up and down me, her tongue dancing.

The pressure deep in my pussy, in these two points, hit this bursting point.

“Oh, Mommy!” I squealed and erupted.

That was the only way to describe that powerful explosion of cum that shot out of my girl-dick and pumped into her mouth. Stars flashed across my vision. I shuddered, my back arching as I enjoyed all that bliss washing through me.

It was just incredible to have it sweeping through my mind. Stars flashed across my vision as I loved every second of this passion. I shuddered, more and more of my… my seed pumped into Mom’s mouth. She gulped it down.

“Yes!” I gasped as my pussy writhed. Rapture flooded out of my snatch while ecstasy shot from my erupting girl-dick.

A big smile spread on my lips. I groaned through so much joy. It was just an incredible delight to have it spurting out of me. I flooded Mom’s mouth with all my spunk. I arched my back, my round titties jiggling. I shuddered a final time and collapsed.

I panted as Mom suckled hard on my futa-dick. I shuddered, twitching. She popped her mouth off a moment later. I trembled, my chest rising and falling. She slid up my body, her heavy tits rubbing against my belly before they pressed into my boobs. Our nipples kissed as she lowered her lips to mine.

Mom kissed me.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth covered in something salty. My girl-cum. I could not believe this. Our tongues danced together as she made out with me. We passed my seed back and forth, her soft breasts rubbing into my firm tits. A heady rush swept through me as we shared this forbidden passion.
She was my mother. What about Dad? This was so confusing but…

It felt so right.

She broke the kiss and purred, “My little futanari. Mmm, that was delicious. Goodnight.”

She kissed me again. I shuddered, feeling so tired now. Mom broke the kiss and slipped off the bed. My eyes fell shut and darkness fell upon me.

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Alanna March

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I came to groggy consciousness and reached for my chirping phone. I slapped on it and hit the button. I blinked as I had that weird dream. I had a cock and Mom had been…

I gasped and shot awake, reaching for my crotch. I rubbed into my pajama bottoms, pressing the flannel into the panties I wore beneath. I slid over my virgin pussy. There was no sign of a cock. I didn’t have an engorged clit. In fact, I was fully dressed. Not naked.

“What a perverse dream,” I groaned. “Lord, I know it’s not a sin what we do in dreams, but… I’m sorry. Thank you for all the blessings in my life. I know my mom would never do that to me. Let your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven, Lord. Amen.”

I rolled out of bed feeling so… strange. That dream had felt amazing. I rubbed my eyes. It was Saturday morning, so I had slept in a few hours, but I had things to do. I breathed in and smelled Mom’s cooking. I smiled at the welcoming aroma.

I headed downstairs to eat. Mom was cooking in her PJs. She had on purple flannel pants and a lilac top. Dad was at the breakfast table, a tall man with brown hair. He was scrolling on his phone but smiled to me.

“Hey, Dad,” I said and sat at the table.

My older sister sat across from me. Theresa glanced up and gave me a half-hearted smile before she resumed her texting. She was a year older than me, nineteen. I had turned eighteen only last month. I glanced at Mom and that dream flashed in my mind.

Why would I dream of having a cock? And futanari? What a strange word. Where did it come from? I wasn’t one for making up words in my dreams. I must have heard it somewhere. I glanced at Mom. She smiled at me.

The memory of the dream and those lips wrapped around my girl-dick made me blush and look away.

“You okay, Alanna?” she asked.

“Just a strange dream,” I said as she sat the plate with French toast, bacon, and slices of apples. “That’s all.”

“Oh?” she asked, setting a plate before Theresa. “What was it about?”

My cheeks burned even hotter. “Nothing. Just… just weird.”

“Sounds like a dream,” she said and laughed. She put a plate down before Dad and kissed him on the lips. She sat beside him. We all bowed our heads for Dad to say grace, but…

That dream would not leave me. It stuck with me all day long. I just could not shake it.

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Alana March – Night 2

The same sensation pulled at me.

I shuddered as I came awake. It was happening again. I could feel I was naked and not in the pink, flannel PJs I had put on before bed. My pussy clenched as that hot mouth worked up and down my girl-cock. This was insane. How could I be having it again?

“Mom,” I whimpered. “This is a dream, right?”

Mom just moaned around my girl-cock.

I threw back the covers to see her sucking on me just like last night. She nursed on my clit-dick with such passion. Her fingers this time slid up my thigh and found my bush. She rubbed at the wet folds of my pussy. I gasped as she massaged my virgin folds.

“Mommy!” I whimpered.

She rubbed her fingers up and down my folds. She teased me. I shuddered as she petted me like that. This was so insane. This could not be real, and yet she was touching me with that hot digits while sucking my cock. It felt so real.

“Please, please, say this is a dream, Mommy!” I moaned as she suckled on me with such passion.

It felt so good. It was so wrong. She was my mother. I trembled, though, the pressure building again in the depths of my pussy and at the tip of my girl-dick. Her tongue flicked around it. My boobs jiggled as I loved this pleasure.

It was just so good. So amazing. I trembled, rising toward that moment when I would burst into her mouth. There was no stopping it. No halting my orgasm. I would cum in her mouth. I would flood my Mom with all my cum. I groaned as she suckled on me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, Mommy! I… I know this is so wrong, but it feels good.”
She purred around my girl-dick, her fingers stroking up and down my virgin folds.

Her tongue danced around my girl-dick. I shuddered, wanting to cum in her mouth. I craved it. That sinful need to erupt in my mom’s mouth built and built. She suckled on me with hunger, desiring my girl-seed.

She wanted that salty spunk again. Would she kiss me? I licked my lips, finding myself eager for that delight. This was all so wild. I felt like such a whore, but I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying what was happening to me.

“Oh, Mommy!” I whimpered, her fingers caressing up and down my slit. She brushed my hymen. Her tongue danced around my girl-cock. “I’m going to cum!”

She suckled so hard on me. It was clear she wanted my jizz. My pussy clenched as the pressure grew in those twin points deep in me. My back arched, my titties jiggling. Her tongue stroking around the crown of my girl-dick coaxed me closer to my eruption.

Her fingers felt so good on my pussy lips. I shuddered as she stroked up and down me. She made me feel so good. I trembled with everything that she did to me. My eyes rolled back into my head as Mom suckled with such wild passion.

The taboo pressure swelled in me. I whimpered, my entire body squirming as that hot mouth suckled on me. She felt so good around my dick. She suckled on me with all her might. I gasped out in delight as it happened.

“Mommy!”

I came.

I flooded my mother’s mouth with my futa-cum. She moaned in delight, stroking my pussy lips in the process. She caressed up and down them. Stars flashed across my vision. It felt so wild to have her gulping down my girl-spunk again.

This dream was so wild. I shuddered through all this ecstasy. It was a wonderful moment to have it drowning my mind. My eyes rolled back in my head. It was so good to have all that ecstasy sweeping through me. I felt so good. Just so amazing.

“Oh, oh, Mommy!” I whimpered as he gulped down my spunk. She suckled on me, coaxing out a few more pulses of her jizz. I panted as I erupted a last time. “Oh, my.”

She popped her mouth off my cock and held up her fingers drenched in my pussy juices. She licked them, gathering up my cream. She shuddered as she did that. She moved up me and straddled my waist. I blinked in shock as she gripped my futa-dick and held me upright. She pressed me into her thick bush of brown hair.

“Mommy?” I gasped as something wet and juicy rubbed against the tip. Her pussy. “What are you doing, Mommy?”

“Why, riding my little futanari and her big clit-dick,” she cooed and plunged down me.

I gasped as her hot, warm, tight, and silky snatch engulfed my girl-cock. My back arched and boobs jiggled. My eyes were so wide as I enjoyed how good she felt around me. This was so insane. How could this be happening?

I trembled as she wiggled her hips. She stirred her incestuous pussy around my cock. I came from this hole. Only Dad was supposed to be in her, but… but… She felt so incredible. I shuddered at the taboo warmth melting down my shaft.

Mom’s pussy felt incredible around my cock.

“Oh, my little futanari,” she purred and slid up me. Her pussy squeezed me as she rose up me. My virgin twat clenched as I enjoyed this sensation. My eyes widened at it. This was incredible. “Yes, yes, that’s so good.”

Mom plunged down my clit-dick again, her big tits slapping together. They bounced and heaved, her brown hair rippling around her face. She groaned in delight, her eyes rolling back in her head. She squirmed on me and rode me.

She worked her cunt up and down my cock. My mother’s forbidden pussy worked up and down me. This was so wrong. She was my mother, and yet she rode me with that amazing snatch. I shuddered and gasped as she worked up and down me.

“My little futanari’s big girl-cock,” Mom moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so amazing. Ooh, this is just perfect.”

“Mommy!” I whimpered as she plunged her cunt down me and slid back up me. “You’re… This… It’s wrong!”

“Mmm, so wrong,” she moaned and rode me hard and fast. She plunged my cunt down my dick and slid back up me over and over again. “Yes, yes, this is so wonderfully wrong. Oh, my little futanari is hung!”

It was wrong, but I couldn’t stop this. It had to be a dream. I couldn’t have a girl-cock. Clits could not turn into dicks. I shuddered as that hot flesh worked up and down me. My hands grabbed my sheets as I watched Mom’s breasts.

They bounced. Rippled. They slapped together. Her nipples thrust out hard as she moaned. She looked so happy riding my clit-dick. She squeezed her pussy around my girl-cock, massaging me. That need to cum built again in those twin points deep in my virgin twat.

“Mom,” I whimpered. “I’ll… I’ll.”

“Cum?” she asked. “Ooh, yes, yes, flood me with your futa-seed! Flood your mommy! I’m your naughty mommy, my little futanari!”

She plunged her cunt down my dick, trembling. She slid back up me. She massaged me with all that she had. She felt so good around my dick. It was a wonderful sensation. She had such an amazing cunt. I loved every second of her riding me.

The pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. Her silky flesh was just too much for me to handle. I couldn’t last much longer in her taboo pussy. She massaged me with that wonderful cunt, plunging down me and sliding back up me.

I trembled, my face twisting in delight. I loved every second of her working up and down me. She gripped me. Massaged me. I rose toward that moment when I would burst in her. I would flood her with all the spunk that I had. It would be fantastic.

I shuddered, savoring that heat massaging my dick. It was incredible to have her plunging her cunt down my cock. It was just so good. So wonderful. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored every inch of her pussy massaging me.

Her forbidden flesh plunged down my cock. The pressure in the depths of my pussy burst.
“Yes!” I gasped as my cum rushed from those twin points and exploded out of my dick. I flooded Mom’s pussy with my girl-seed. “Mommy!”

“My little futanari!” she moaned, her pussy writhing around me. She milked me, her boobs bouncing and heaving. “Yes, yes, that’s so good! That’s wonderful! I love you!”

“I love you, too, Mommy!” I cried out as I filled her pussy with my futa-seed. My clit-dick erupted again and again.

“Fill Mommy’s womb with your girl-seed,” she moaned, rubbing at her stomach. “Yes, yes, that’s so good. Ooh, that’s amazing!”

I only squealed in delight as I pumped Mom’s pussy full of my girl-seed. I erupted into her, my futa-cum spurting for my amazing clit-dick. My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure peaked in me. I quivered there, her snatch writhing around me.

I erupted one last time.

Sleep pressed heavily on me. My eyes closed as I panted. Mom purred and leaned over. Her breast pressed into mine. So big and soft. Her lips claimed mine. I kissed her, but only softly as I was falling back into the black of rest.

Her pussy slid off me as she purred, “Sleep well, my little futanari.”

But she didn’t leave my bed. She snuggled up to me. The last thing I remembered was her arms holding me to her, my face buried between her breasts. I felt so safe and loved.

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Alanna March

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I woke up the next morning with my face buried into my pillow. I hugged it tightly. I sat up, half-expecting Mom to be in my bed, but… I was alone. And in my PJs just like I had gone to bed. That perverse dream where Mom…

I shook my head. She would never do that. I slapped my arm and fell back on my bed. Mom would not do that. She would never, ever do something so perverse. She wouldn’t cheat on Dad or commit incest. Besides, I didn’t have a cock.

Right?

I shoved my hand into my panties and through my bush. I felt at my pussy folds. My clit wasn’t even peeking out of its hood. Nothing engorged. It didn’t feel like sprouting into a cock because that was impossible. It was—

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I yelped at the knock and ripped my hand out of my panties. Mom opened the door a moment later and said, “Come on, get up, sleepy head. Get ready for church.”

“Right,” I said. She was in a cream-hued slip. The sort she wore beneath her dresses, her hair and makeup already done. She had been up for an hour or more already. “Mom, you didn’t… come into my room last night.”

Her brow furrowed. “Why would I do that? You’re an adult now. It wouldn’t be right to just come in while you’re sleeping.”

“Right, right,” I said. “Sorry, I just…”

“Why would you think that?” she asked with some amusement.

“Just a dream,” I said, her voice moaning in my memory. “My little futanari.” I shuddered. “Just a dream. Sorry, I’ll get ready for church.”

“Okay,” she said and closed the door.

I rose and grabbed my clothes. I would take a shower before my big sister. I darted in and took a fast one. I hopped out and wrapped myself in a towel before darting back to my room. I put on my makeup at my desk and dressed.

The dream would not leave me. My little futanari. What did that mean? Futanari. What a strange word. Where could I have possibly gotten it from? I finished dressing and headed downstairs. It was cereal and muffins on Sunday morning.

We piled out into the family SUV. My sister was already on her phone while I stared out the window. Dad drove while Mom put on the Christian pop music. ZoeGirl played, a band popular when Mom was my age. She hummed along while I wondered what it meant.

After a stop at Starbucks, we were off to our church. We parked and headed inside. The shepherds were out front greeting us. The preacher’s wife, Mrs. Wilson, was handing out bulletins. Mom took her by the arm.

“We have to talk about the next lady’s group,” Mom said.

“Oh, right,” she said. They were always talking about the Lady’s Ministry. Organizing prayer groups, bringing meals to the elderly members, hospital visits, baby showers, and potlucks. She thrust the bulletins at me. “Would you, Alanna.”

“Sure, Mrs. Wilson,” I said.

My friend, Hannah, was also handing them out. She was the preacher’s daughter. She had red hair and green eyes, freckles dusting her face. She wore a blue dress and was nodding to the others. She was popular, greeting everyone by name.

When the stream of new arrivals slowed to a trickle and the bible classes were about to start, I asked her, “Have you ever heard of futanari?”

“No,” she said. “What a curious word. Where did you hear it?”

“A dream. I don’t know what it means. Just rattling around in my head.” I put down the bulletins. “Shall we go to our class?” We were in the Young Adults bible study while our mothers were in the adult. They were studying Psalms right now while we were learning about the Christian worldview and how to explain it to other worldviews, especially the materialist.

We rushed to our class and took our seats. That dream just stayed in my mind. Why would I dream of my mother? That was so perverse. I could accept it if was a cute boy. I mean, I had dreams of cute boys before. Naughty dreams, but…

I shuddered. I just hoped it was over. I never wanted to have another dream like that ever again.

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Alanna March – Night 3

Something warm engulfed my girl-cock.

I gasped awake to Mom already sitting impaled on my cock. Her pussy squeezed about me as she purred, “Ooh, my little futanari is so hung. Mommy loves your big dick.”

“Mommy,” I whimpered as her hands slid up my body and cupped my round breasts. She kneaded them again. “Why am I having this dream again?”

“Dream?” she asked. “Mmm, does this feel like a dream?”

“It has to be,” I groaned. “I don’t have a dick in the morning. And why are we naked?”
“How else can we make love, my little futanari?” She squeezed my tits. “Don’t you love this? Don’t you enjoy my pussy working up and down your girl-dick?”

“Yes, Mommy!” I whimpered as she worked up and down me.

“Then don’t ask questions,” she moaned. “Just enjoy this. If it’s a dream, then revel in it. I am!”
She plunged her pussy down my cock. I shuddered, savoring her taboo twat working up and down my girl-dick. It was just so hot to have this happening. I enjoyed every last second of this. It was fantastic. Her snatch gripped me.

Her big boobs bounced and heaved. Those were growing more and more excited the more and more I enjoyed this wild delight. I was o so happy to feel this hot cunt working up and down me. She massaged me with her forbidden snatch.

Her hands kneaded my round boobs as she rode me. I groaned, my face contorting with the delight of this moment. I would just explode into her cunt. I shuddered, savoring that hot pussy working up and down me. She massaged me with all her passion. It was just so good to have her riding me.

“Mommy!” I groaned.

“Oh, my little futanari,” she purred. “You reach so deep into me. It’s just so good.”

“So good,” I whimpered in complete agreement.

Her pussy plunged down my cock and slid back up me over and over again. Her pussy squeezed down around me. I just enjoyed every wonderful second of that delight. Her hips wiggled from side to side. It was perfect.

Wondrous.

I reveled in the incestuous delight of her forbidden pussy working up and down me. She massaged me with all that she had. She drove me wild with her wonderful flesh. It was just so glorious to have her riding me. The pressure built in those twin spots.

“It’s building,” I whimpered.

“In your ovaries, my little futanari?” she asked, her pussy working up and down me.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” I whimpered, feeling the need to erupt building in those twin points. In my ovaries. “I’m going to flood you, Mommy! Just pump your cunt full of my cum!”

She smiled down at me as she plunged her cunt down my dick. She took me to the hilt. It felt so wonderful to have that glorious heat massaging me. I shuddered, my girl-rod throbbing in her cunt. I enjoyed how she worked up and down me. I loved every second of this delight.

I built and built toward my orgasm. I would have a big one. Just a mighty explosion of cum. I could not wait for that to happen. It was so awesome to have that pleasure building and building in me. That hot twat plunged down me. It was so amazing to have her working down my cock.

She rode me hard and fast. I savored that treat, her hands kneading my tits. She whimpered, her boobs bouncing. Mom’s brown hair flew around her face. She shuddered as she plunged her twat down my dick. She took me to the hilt.

“Oh, that’s it!” she moaned. “That’s so good!”

“So good, Mommy!” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to flood your pussy, Mommy!”
She plunged down me and howled, “Flood me!”

Her incestuous pussy convulsed around me. Her tits slapped together as she bucked. They were so hot to watch rippling. I enjoyed that sight. It was so hot to have all this bliss sweeping through me. I groaned through it all.

The pressure burst in my ovaries. My futa-cum flooded my mother’s pussy. Maybe even her womb.
I groaned, pumping blast after blast of my cum into her. I bucked on the bed as she moaned. Her tits heaved over me. Her fingers dug into my round boobs.

“My little futanari,” she gasped, massaging me. “Oh, yes, yes, my little futanari. That’s so good. That’s amazing!”

“So amazing!” I gasped, the pleasure rushing through me. “Ooh, ooh, I love this!”

I pumped more and more of my girl-cum into my mother’s pussy. I flooded her with my incestuous seed. The pleasure rushed through me. I shuddered through my rapture. I cried out with such delight, enjoying every last moment of this bliss. I was so happy for it.

Mom’s pussy milked me dry. I groaned as I spurted the last of my cum into her spasming pussy. She panted on me, her cunt’s convulsions slowing. She squirmed on me, smiling down at me. She leaned over and pressed her boobs into me.

She kissed me.

I loved how our lips melted together. Our tongues danced together. It was so wild to make out with her like that. I groaned as she squeezed her pussy around my dick. She was so amazing to kiss. My hands stork her back.

She broke the kiss and purred, “You filled Mommy’s pussy with all that girl-cum. Mmm, you have to lick Mommy clean. Just gather up all that futa-seed from my cunt.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, the idea sounding so wild. So naughty.

She slid her cunt off my cock. She popped off me. I groaned as she did that. My face contorted with delight as she slid up me. She straddled me, her brown-furred muff dripping with my spunk. It was milky and staining her curls.

She planted her pussy right on my mouth, her bush tickling my lips. My jizz spilled past my lips. It was salty and tangy at the same time. I could not believe how amazing this was. I drank the cum spilling out of her.

“Lick me,” she groaned. “Feast on me. I love having my pussy devoured.”

Dad must do this all the time for her. Now it was my turn.

I licked at her pussy, stroking through her thick folds. She didn’t have a tight slit like I did I quickly realized. I explored her petals, gathering up my salty cum. I tasted so good. I loved doing this. She moaned on me, her boobs jiggling over me my head.

I stroked through her folds. It was so wonderful to feast on her. More of my futa-seed spilled out of her depths. My dick throbbed. She turned around on me as I feasted. I gasped as she pulled her cunt from me.

“I need to clean you up, too,” she cooed and bent over. “Mmm, let’s sixty-nine.”

She bent over, her pussy shifting on my face. Her big boobs rubbed into my chest. She grabbed my clit-dick and lifted it. She kissed the tip. I gasped as she swirled her tongue around the spongy crown. Pleasure shot through me.

“Mommy,” I moaned.

“Mmm, I taste good on you,” she purred and swallowed my girl-dick.

Mom suckled on my futa-cock. She worked her lips up and down my clit-rod as I tongued her tart pussy. Less and less drops of my salty cum spilled out of her depths. She squirmed on me, her curls rubbing into my face.

I loved the flavor of it. I flicked my tongue through her folds, savoring that joy. Her tart juices were so good. She suckled on me with that hot mouth. She worked up and down me. My toes curled. I shuddered at how amazing this was.

My mother suckled on me with all that she had. She blew me with such wild passion. I was so happy to feel her blowing me like this. I groaned through my orgasm. It was wonderful to lick at her as she nursed on me.

“Sixty-nining is awesome,” I moaned.

She purred around my girl-dick.

I flicked my tongue through her folds. I tongued her with all that I had, wanting to just cum. I feasted on her. She squirmed on me, her moans humming around my futa-cock. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, savoring the silky texture. Her folds rubbed on my lips, kissing me.
I tasted something salty.

I found more of my futa-cum in her depths. I squealed in delight and scooped out my delicious girl-seed. I plunged my tongue in again, Mom suckling on my clit-dick. She worked her lips up and down me as I gathered my spunk from her depths.

It was so wonderful to lick the cum out of her depths as she suckled on my futa-dick. She worked that hot mouth up and down my cock. She nursed with such passion on me. I groaned as she did that. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my clit-dick.

I groaned in delight at the warmth of that hot mouth suckling on me. She suckled with such passion on my futa-dick. It was amazing to have her working that wonderful mouth up and down my girl-rod. I was in heaven here.

Just having such a joyful moment.

“Mommy!” I moaned as her hot sucking swelled the pressure at the tip of my futa-dick. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming. “Oh, Mommy!”

She purred around my dick. she suckled on me with such passion. It was just incredible to have her working that hot mouth up and down my girl-dick. She nursed with such hot passion. I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth.

I groaned as she worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. My tongue thrust into her pussy and swirled around in her incestuous depths, finding my cum. I shuddered as I scooped it out of her and plunged into her twat again, looking.

I searched and searched, but… no more of my futa-cum.

I shuddered and licked at her folds. I lapped at Mom so haphazardly. I just wanted to make her cum. I was so eager to have all her pussy cream flooding my mouth. I wanted to drown in her passion. I gripped her rump and ate her twat.

I licked at her with passion. It was so good to feast on her like that. It was just so much fun to stroke through her folds as she suckled on me. The pressure rose to the tip of my futa-dick. It was just incredible to have her loving me like that.

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum, Mommy!”

I licked her clit. She squealed in delight around my futa-dick. Her tangy juices gushed out of her cunt a drowned me. I gowned, loving the flavor of her cunt juices gushing out of her twat. It was so hot. I licked and lapped at her with such hunger as she nursed on my girl-cock.

I loved how she bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my girl-dick. I gripped her rump and gasped, “Oh, Mommy!”

I erupted.

My futa-cum fired into her mouth. I moaned into her cunt and licked at her as the futa-jizz spurted from my girl-dick. I erupted into her mouth again and again. I trembled, the dual delights sweeping through my body.

The powerful jolts of ecstasy fired for my futa-cock while the rapture gushed out of my writhing snatch. I loved every last second of that delight. It swept through every bit of me. Mom gulped down my futa-dick as I whimpered.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I gasped, my fingers kneading Mom’s butt-cheeks. “That’s amazing!”

It was so wondrous.

I erupted one more time into Mom’s pussy. I licked at her cunt as she popped her mouth off me. Her curls tickled my face as I enjoyed this moment. It was just so wild to have all this pleasure sweeping through me. I felt so good.

She turned around and snuggled against me. She nuzzled her lips into mine. I trembled as we kissed. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. It was so soaked with my salty cum. I groaned as we made out. She tasted so good.

Just so wonderful.

I trembled as we shared my futa-spunk. I loved it. This was a beautiful thing. I groaned as the flavor melted away. Soon, it was all gone. She broke the kiss and kissed me on the forehead. I trembled at that.

“Good night, my little futanari,” she cooed and pulled me into her breasts.

I snuggled into her tits as she held me. I sighed and fell into such a wonderful sleep, held in the safety of my mother’s arms.

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Alanna March

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I bolted upright and slapped my phone. The alarm went off. I felt so confused. I was in my PJs like I remember, but that kiss… I licked my lips, and I swear I could taste something tangy on my lips. Was it my imagination? I remembered her kissing me on the forehead and hugging me tight.

I was so confused by all of this. What was happening?

I rolled out of bed. It was Monday. I had my college classes. I grabbed my clothes. Again, we had to schedule morning bathroom time with three women in the house. It was my turn. I headed for the bath and hopped into the shower.

I dried off and dressed. I put on a pair of jeans and a cute, pink top. I hummed as I brushed my blonde hair. I headed downstairs for breakfast. Mom was making it. She was dressed for work. She ran my college as its president. It was very convenient, of course.

“Morning,” she said and put the food down before us. “I have an early meeting so… I’ll see you later. Stay out of trouble.” She said that last to my older sister.

“Yes, Mom,” Theresa said without looking up from her phone.

Mom grabbed her phone and purse. She headed out the door, flashing me a smile. That dream was so realistic. I shuddered, the idea of it burning in my mind. What was going on? Why did they feel so real? I knew they couldn’t be. I mean, how did I get naked when I woke up for them and then would be clothed again in the morning? Besides, Mom…

She wouldn’t do that, right?

“What’s up?” Dad asked. He was straightening his tie, about to head into the office.

“Just…” I stared at him. “Does Mom sleepwalk?

“Sleepwalk.” He chuckled. “What brought that on?”

I shrugged and bit into my toast. It crunched in my mouth. I washed it down with some OJ.
“Well, if your mom sleepwalked, I think I would notice her getting out of bed,” he said. “Your mother sleeps like a log through the night. Why, are you hearing someone moving around in the house? It’s probably just Theresa.”

“It’s not,” she said. “I didn’t hear anything. I’m a light sleeper.”

Right, right, the way Mom was moaning, Theresa would hear. So would Dad. This was all just so insane. I finished off my breakfast and headed to classes with Theresa. We walked to school, though not together. She was ahead of me gabbing on her phone.

I was just mulling over all the insanity of these last three nights. I didn’t have a dick. That was another impossible thing. I did not get why I would even dream of something so perverse. And why did I keep having it? These dreams were so different from my other… naughty dreams.

I usually woke up dreaming about kissing a cute boy. I had a big crush on Timothée Chalamet. Why wasn’t I dreaming about him? He would be exciting to dream about. And it was harmless in a dream. Not a sin, so…

This, though… This felt so wrong.

“Hey, Alanna,” Erica shouted. My friend was waiting out front. A Black girl with coffee-brown skin and a big smile. She darted toward me, her curly hair pulled back into a frizzy ball at the base of her neck. “How’s it going? Do anything fun on the weekend.”

“Just homework,” I said. I swallowed. I had to find out about this word, futanari. “You?”

“Went up into the mountains,” she said. “Did some hiking. Got my groove with nature, you know. Get all one with it. No technology to distract me.”

“My sister would hate that,” I said. We both giggled together as we headed into the school. “Um, have you ever heard of futanari?”

“Futa… what?” She frowned at me. “Is that some Japanese thing?”

“Just something I overheard. It’s a strange word. Just thought you might know what it was.”

“Sorry, never heard of it. Sounds weird, though. You should just google it.” She pulled out her phone. “Here, let’s see. How do you spell it? Fuuuutaaaanaaaariiiii. I think that’s it and… Nope, nope, that can’t be it.” She hugged her phone to her chest.

“Why?” I asked, frowning.

“It’s…” She leaned in and whispered, “girls with dicks. That’s what came up. Anime pics of girls with really, really big dicks. I mean… obscene. I can’t believe it. That’s so perverse.”

“Oh,” I said. That really did make sense. How could I have ever heard of that word let alone knew what it meant? “Must have misheard. That’s definitely not what it is.”

“Ugh, the internet can be so skeezy sometimes, you know. Just gross.” Erica shook her head.

It really made no sense at all where I could have heard that term, and yet I had dreamed of it. Mom called me her little futanari. She knew what it meant in the dream. It was just so weird. I sighed as we headed to our class.

We chatted about other things as we moved through the bustling hallway. We were early. It was a good ten minutes or so before the class started, but we were moseying our way there. We climbed the stairs and headed down the hallway.

My mom appeared out of Ms. Taylor’s classroom. She smiled at the sight of me. “Morning.”
“Hey, Mom,” I said. It was so weird to have my mom also be the president of the college. “Ms. Taylor is not in trouble.”

“No, no, just had to talk to her about a department thing,” she said. “Been going to all the department heads. Nothing you have to worry about. I have to go to the chemistry department next. It never ends. Work, work, work.”

“Well, at least you had a good night’s sleep, right?” I asked as she started to leave. “You didn’t wake up or anything.”

“No,” she said, giving me a strange look. “I slept the entire night. Why do you ask? Was there a commotion?”

“I heard a noise outside, but I guess you do sleep through anything.”

She laughed. “True. Including your father’s snoring. If that can’t wake me up, nothing can.”
She headed off as I watched her go. They were just dreams. I must have heard wrong. I headed into

the classroom. Ms. Taylor patted her hair. I bet it wasn’t a department meeting. From what I had gathered, Ms. Taylor was in some hot water. Mom was always having to come down to talk with her.

“Well, you two are here early,” she said. “You can help me out. Put a worksheet on everyone’s desk.”

“Sure, Ms. Taylor,” I told the teacher. She dyed her hair purple, which was just wild. She was a very liberal woman, too. She was always badmouthing capitalism and making snide remarks about God. Still, she was a great teacher.

I just hoped Mom wasn’t coming down hard on her because the woman was an atheist. That wasn’t a very Christian thing to do. I took the handouts and passed them on each desk. I wondered if I would dream again tonight.

And what my mom would do in my dream this time.

A hot shiver ran through me. I swallowed, my cheeks on fire again. I was… looking forward to the dreams. They were so perverse. So after I handed out the papers, I said a quick prayer to the Lord to give me some self-control and to put this out of my mind.

To not have another dream.

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Alanna March – Night 4

“Mmm, isn’t that big,” purred Mom.

I gasped awake to feel a hand stroking up and down my cock. I shuddered at the feel of the touching.

“It’s so big,” cooed a new voice.

I sat up to find my mom and my sister stroking my girl-dick. My eyes were so wide as they both smiled at me. They were naked like I was. Theresa licked her lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It had gotten more perverse.

“Theresa wants to lose her cherry to your big clit-dick, my little futanari,” Mom cooed. “Isn’t that amazing?”

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