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Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Hermaphrodite/Females, Incest, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Sex Toys, Virgin, Hot Wife, Cuckold, Cheating

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Alanna March

I scrambled for my bed for my computer and the video I had recorded. I landed down on my seat and sat down. I ended the recording. I had eight hours and thirteen minutes of recorded footage. I moved back to the beginning.

My stomach roiled as I watched… myself struggling to fall asleep.

The tossing. The turning. I skipped ahead by an hour. I was still shifting. How long did it take me to fall asleep? I went another hour. The time was nearly midnight. I was asleep now. I stared at it. I had to watch this faster, but first…

At two hours and three minutes, right when it should be about midnight, the screen went fuzzy. It was all static. My stomach lurched. What was going on? I scrolled down the timeline, looking at the static. It lasted for… two hours and seven or so minutes. Then it was just me. Asleep. No sign that anything had happened.

“What the?” I stared at it. “What is—”

A loud knock hammered at my door. I squeaked and jumped, turning to see Mom opening the door. “You have to get ready for class. It’s Friday, not Saturday.”

“Right, right,” I said, my mind whirling.

My sister was just finishing up her shower. Confused, I gathered up my change of clothes and headed to have my turn. With three women in the house that all had to leave about the same time, it meant bathroom time had to be scheduled.

I jumped into the shower. The hot water heater could handle it, but only if we followed the routine. I stepped beneath the stream, letting the water pour over me, and pondered it. Was it midnight when it happened?

The camera went static. That implied something happened. What could do that to a camera? I had no idea. I had to talk to my friend. See what she had to think. Two hours and seven minutes. How long were we fucking? Was it longer than that? Shorter? I didn’t have a clock in my room, and never bothered to check my phone.

It was so weird.

I climbed out of the shower and dried off. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Mom was eating breakfast with Dad. She had made toast and left out fresh fruit. She glanced at me as I slumped in and yawned.

“Are you staying up late?” she asked.

“Just having trouble sleeping,” I said.

She arched an eyebrow at me. “Not because you’re… playing around on your phone.”

My cheeks burned. “No, Mom. I’m not…” Dad had no idea. He was just reading his paper. “Just not sleeping well. Guess it’s a good thing tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“Hmm,” she said. “If you want to talk? I can drive you to school. In fact, why don’t we do that.”

“Sure, Mom,” I said, not wanting anyone else to know about it. Dad glanced up from his paper, but he didn’t say anything.

Theresa came down and grabbed some fruit while Mom and I headed out the door. Theresa shot me a curious look. I just ignored her and rushed out after Mom. I really, really didn’t want her to know about this.

“Have you been sleeping fine?” I asked. I knew from Dad that she wasn’t a sleepwalker, and he hadn’t noticed her getting up in the night.

“Fine, fine,” she said as we climbed into the car. She glanced at me. “I know you’re at that age where you’re curious, but it’s a filthy thing. Porn. There are other ways to have an outlet for your… sexual urges.”

I cringed. It was weird hearing my mother talk about things like this. It wasn’t like in the dreams. Then it was sexy and hot. She was there to do things with me. To have kinky and wild threesomes. Now… I just wanted to melt back into the car out of embarrassment.

“Praying is a big way,” she said. “And talking about it with those you trust. Ms. Taylor says you two have been talking.”

I shot my mom a panic look. I asked Ms. Taylor about shaving my pussy and nipple piercings. Not that I was interested, but to find out if she really was shaved and had her nipples pierced like in my dreams. She did.

“Not the details,” continued Mom. “Just that you have questions. That’s good. It’s healthy. We all have these urges. Even me. A good, Christian woman has self-control.”

“You’ve wanted to… with another man than dad?”

Mom blushed. “It happens. I’m a woman. It’s only a sin to think about it and act on it. Now, I want you to have a good night’s sleep. No going out or anything. Sleep in tomorrow. You have bags under your eyes, sweetie. They’re a tad bloodshot. Maybe… leave your phone downstairs. Or I can hang onto it. Maybe a weekend without your phone will be good for you.”

“I’ll think about it, Mom,” I said as we reached the school. “Thanks for the talk.”

“I am here for you, honey,” she said, putting her hand on my knee. For a moment, I wanted her to slide up my jeans and cup my crotch. To rub me. To call me her little futanari and suckle on my clit until it was a big dick.

She didn’t, of course. She wasn’t having incestuous dreams like I was.

We climbed out of the car. She headed inside while I waited around for Erica. My best friend showed up about fifteen minutes later. She smiled at me, an eager question in her eyes. I had told her I thought there was a ghost or something.

“So, what did you record?” she asked.

“It went staticy for a little over two hours,” I said. “It was fine before and after. Maybe I didn’t plug it in right and it got loose.”

“No, no, that’s not how digital cameras work,” she said. “If it wasn’t plugged in, you wouldn’t get static. There would be just a black screen. No signal. Or if a partial signal, it would just have messed up colors. Static is caused by interference, but I’m talking analog interference. There isn’t supposed to be static on digital. Have you ever had a YouTube video get staticy.”

“I’ve had them stuttered. I’ve heard people’s voices get all roboty.”

She nodded. “That’s what happens with digital. That’s so weird. It really is all static. It’s not just grainy because you’re recording with low light, so the quality’s not great.”

I shook my head. “Pure static. Like on old movies when the show that snow on a TV with no signal.”

“Wow, you might really have a ghost,” she said.

I swallowed. It wasn’t a ghost. “Maybe.”

“That’s wild.” She smiled. “Shame it’s causing static. You can try to stay up and see what happens.”

“And put something in front of my door so when it’s opened, it’ll be moved,” I said.

“Ghost don’t use doors.” Erica rolled her eyes.

I stared at her. “Did you have any weird dreams last night?” My heart tensed. “You know, something maybe on the naughty side.”

“Not that I remember. I slept like a log.” She stretched. “Why? Did you have a naughty dream last night? Who was in it? A cute boy? Timothée Chalamet. You have the hots for him, right?”

“Does futanari mean anything to you?”

She frowned. “Wasn’t that the strange word you asked me about on Monday?” She shook her head. “Why, what does it mean? Did you google it? Should I?”

“It’s… perverted,” I said, my cheeks so hot. “I just don’t know where I would have heard it. I mean, it’s so wild that… Don’t google it at school.”

“Wow,” my friend said. “Oh, wow, that’s messed up. Girls with… And not like natural ones. These are… Wow. It’s hentai. I’ve never watched that part of anime, but I’ve heard stories. Wow. This is wild. You must have heard it from one of the boys or something. They’re always being gross.”

I nodded. Maybe that was it. Erica was definitely not lying to me. She would definitely tell me if she had a weird sex dream about me. She had told me about the ones she had in the past. Mom would lie if she was embarrassed. Ms. Taylor and my sister, too. The preacher’s wife would never, ever admit to it.

But Erica would tell me. We were best friends.

And I knew what she looked like naked. I had kissed her. Something was really happening. I was certain now these were more than dreams. What was going on? I burned to know as we headed to class. My mom was just leaving as we headed in, the first students.

Ms. Taylor smiled at me, nodding. Mom and she were clearly talking about me. Well, if it meant I’d have another threesome with Mom and Ms. Taylor, that was okay. If they weren’t dreams, then I was enjoying real incest with a futa-dick.

That was wild.

The lesson passed. Erica kept talking me to about different theories of ghosts while I wanted to record again. And stay up until midnight. Maybe I would just pass out and it would happen. I also wanted to buy a clock that I could have in my room and see the time.

Erica invited me to spend the night, but I told her I was just so exhausted.

“Right, right, ghost,” she said. “Maybe I should spend the night.”

I shook my head. “Not until I figure this out. Thanks, though.”

She winked at me. I hoped I dreamed of her tonight. Or the preacher’s wife, my sister, Ms. Taylor, or even someone else. I was just turning into such a wanton and perverse girl. I shuddered and rushed to the dollar store.

I bought a cheap digital alarm clock. It had those bright, red letters. I rushed home and set it up in a spot that would be in plain view of the camera I was using to record. I did my homework while Theresa got ready for a date. She headed out.

Was she really a virgin?

Mom and Dad watched a movie, cuddling on the couch. They did that most Friday nights. If they went out on a date, that was on Saturday. I left them to share their bowl of popcorn and watch some Netflix show.

I readied my room. I took one of my plushies and set it against the door. Then I realized I hadn’t used the bathroom or brushed my teeth. I took care of that business and put the plush back in place. I then jumped onto my bed.

I wanted to stay up late. I was so eager for it. I had the camera rolling. It was only a little after eight. Way too early for me to sleep, but I was feeling all the late nights. I wanted to stay up, but perversely…

I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

I kept nodding off and snapping awake only to fall asleep until…

I was out.

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Alanna March – Night 9

A tongue licked at my pussy. I groaned at that feeling and shuddered. I opened my eyes and smiled to see brown hair spilled over my thighs. I shuddered and glanced at the clock I had bought. It was 12:03. The camera was recording, but it was probably all static.

Maybe I was just having a super lucid dream, but… It was a start.

I glanced at the plushy. It was pushed back from my door opening. Another positive sign.

I shuddered in delight as Mom devoured my cunt. She licked and lapped at my pussy, stroking over my hymen. There was no one else with us. Just Mom like back in those first few nights. I shuddered at the joy of this. She brushed the base of my clit-dick.

I was naked, of course, with a big futa-cock. I was so happy to have that thrusting up from my folds. A shiver ran through me as Mom kept devouring me. She gripped my clit-dick with her hand and fisted up and down me.

“Mommy!” I whimpered.

I trembled as my mother licked and lapped at my cunt while fisting my girl-dick. She drove me wild with what she did. It was incredible to feel her doing that. I loved it so much. It was a fabulous delight. I groaned at the wonderful way she stroked me.

It was incredible to have her working that hand up and down me while her tongue stroked over my virgin folds. She pressed on my hymen for a moment. That felt incredible. I groaned as she did that. I savored every second of her licking me with such passion.

It was an incredible moment. I shuddered, my thighs squeezing around her face. She devoured me while stroking my cock. The heat of it was intense. Amazing. I was so glad to feel this. I whimpered as her hand massaged the crown of my futa-dick.

“Oh, Mommy!” I whimpered. “Oh, Mommy, yes, yes, that’s good!”

“My little futanari,” she moaned and licked at my flesh. “Mommy loves your delicious, virgin pussy.”

I could tell how much she loved my pussy. She licked at me like she never would while awake or whatever was going on here? My eyes squeezed shut, forcing out my questions. They really didn’t matter right now. Not with Mom fisting my clit-dick and licking my twat.

Her tongue stroked up and down my slit. The pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. I rushed toward that bursting point. I would have an amazing cum. I could not wait for it to shoot through me. It wanted it so badly. My face twisted in delight at the way she licked at me. She tongued me with all that she had. It was so good to have her feasting on me like that.

I groaned, my entire body quivering. She licked at me with all that she had. It was an incredible rush to have her lapping at me. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was so good. My head tossed from side to side.

“Oh, my, yes!” I whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good! That’s amazing!”

“Are you going to cum for me, my little futanari?” she purred.

“Yes, Mommy!” I groaned. “I am! I’m going to cum so hard!”

“Good!” she purred and tongued me.

It felt so good to have her doing that. I shuddered, my head tossing back and forth. It was amazing to have her licking me like that. She stroked her tongue up and down my folds. She lapped at me with all that she had. It was incredible.

I squeezed my thighs around her head. I held her to my pussy as I whimpered, hurtling closer and closer to that moment when I would cum. It would be a fabulous delight. I could not wait for all that pleasure to sweep through me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, tossing my head. “You’re driving me wild. I… Yes!”

The pressure at the tip of my futa-dick burst. Hot girl-spunk shot from my cock and splashed down on my belly. My pussy convulsed, drowning my mother with all my cream. I gasped and moaned, my round boobs jiggling as I bucked through my rapture.

“Mommy!” I howled.

“Mmm,” she purred, her tongue fluttering up and down my pussy. “My little futanari’s cherry pie!”

I trembled, my thighs squeezing about her head. Her tongue stroked over my virgin folds. I loved every second of that. It was so good to feel her tonguing me. Just so amazing to have her licking at me. I quivered through my climax.

More and more futa-spunk splashed down on my belly. Some landed in Mom’s brown hair. I groaned, my face twisting in delight. It was so great to have all this pleasure sweeping through me. A big smile spread on my lips.

I felt so good.

Just so amazing.

I loved every last second of this delight. It was amazing to have it washing through me. I tossed my head from side to side. I enjoyed that wonderful passion. It was just incredible to have it drowning my thoughts.

I groaned, savoring this delight immensely. It was an incredible moment. I shuddered, savoring that glorious peak. I smiled at this rapture. It was incredible to have it sweeping through my body. It was just an absolute joy.

“Mommy!” I groaned.

“Mmm,” she purred and rose. Her big boobs swayed. My pussy cream gleamed on her lips. She wore…

A cock.

She had a pink dildo made of a gel-like substance. It had a jiggle to it as she grabbed the thick shaft. It wasn’t as big as my futa-cock, but it made my virgin twat clench. She smiled at me as she stroked it. A black harness held it to her waist, pressing the base against her furred muff.

“I love your cherry pussy, but you need to have your virginity taken,” she purred. “I thought this would be perfect. Mmm, do you want your sexy mommy to pop your cherry? Huh, my little futanari?”

“Yes, Mommy!” I squealed without hesitation.

She leaned over me and pressed her big, soft tits into my round breasts. I groaned as she did that. My futa-dick throbbed between our bellies while the tip of her gel-like dildo pressed against my virgin folds. Right against my hymen.

She thrust against my maidenhead. I gasped in delight as my cherry popped.

The dildo plunged into my pussy. I gasped at the thick shaft stretching me open. My back arched, pressing my boobs into Mom’s breasts. My futa-cock throbbed between us as I savored that gel shaft in me. It was incredible. She reached to my depths.

“You’re filling me up, Mommy!” I gasped.

“That’s what I feel like every time you’re in me, my little futanari,” she purred and kissed me.

I held my mother tight as she drew back her dildo. My girl-dick twitched as my pussy drank in the friction. It was so amazing to feel that shaft in me. I was so glad for it. Just so happy to feel her burying into my cunt. I groaned, enjoying that delight.

She pumped away at me. She thrust into my pussy. I gasped in delight as she did that. It felt incredible to have her in my twat pumping away at me. This was what it was like to be a woman. I was so happy to feel this.

“Mommy!” I whimpered as she pumped away at me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” she groaned, thrusting in and out of my snatch. “That’s it!”

“It is, Mommy!” I groaned, loving the way she fucked me. “Oh, wow, Mommy!”

She thrust deep and hard into my pussy. She pumped away at me. I loved every second of her dildo burying into my flesh. I squeezed down on her, reveling in this delight. She thrust away at me, making love to me with the fake cock.

I kissed her, savoring the feel of her lip. The warmth of her body. It was so wild to have her on me. She drove me wild with her hard thrusts. She fucked me so hard. She pounded me with all that she had. I enjoyed every inch of the dildo.

The pressure built not only in my ovaries but at the tip of my cock. That need to cum swelled and swelled with her every thrust into my pussy. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing between us. I clenched my pussy down on her dildo.

I reveled in the joy of that big dildo fucking me.

She plunged it in and out of me. The shaft massaged my pussy walls. It was incredible. The heat swirled around my ovaries brimming with my futa-cum. I could not wait to burst and shower our bodies in my girl-spunk.

My pussy melted around her dildo.

Our tongues danced as we made love to each other. She was so good at this. She drove the dildo into me with such passion. Such power. I was so glad to experience what my lovers did when my big clit-dick was in them.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Mommy!”

“Mmm, my little futanari!” she purred, staring into me with such heat in her eyes.

I trembled, my pussy melting around her girl-dick. She pounded me with all that she had. It was glorious to have her burying into me again and again. I loved every last second of this. She drilled in and out of me.

I groaned, savoring that delight. I rose toward the moment when I would cum. I hurtled toward that amazing burst of rapture. It would be outstanding. I loved every last second of this heat. It was just so good to have her fucking me.

My pussy clenched down on that big dildo. It fucked me so hard. It was just a joy to have her burying into me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as she buried into me. She fucked me with all that she had.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I groaned. “That’s so nice. That’s incredible. Yes, yes, that’s amazing!”

“It is!” she whimpered, her dildo burying into me. “Are you going to cum, my little futanari?”
“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped as she buried into me. The heat washed around my ovaries and shot up the tip of my clit-dick. “I love you!”

I climaxed.

My futa-dick erupted, spurting girl-cum between us. I loved the feel of that jizz soaking my body. It was just such an incredible moment. My snatch spasmed around that cock. It was a glorious thing. It was a wondrous moment.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as my pussy rippled around the thrusting shaft.

Mom buried it into me and squealed. She bucked on me like she was cumming, too. I savored that delight. I was so glad to feel this moment. I was so thrilled to share this with my mother. My pussy rippled around that wonderful dildo.

“Oh, Mommy!” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Mommy!”

“Mmm,” she purred as I trembled beneath her. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. It’s so good, isn’t it?”
“It is, Mommy!” I moaned as my pussy writhed. Waves of ecstasy swept through my body while jolts of rapture shot from my futa-dick. The two delights swirled together in me. “It’s so perfect!”

She kissed me again as I spurted a final blast of cum between our bodies. My futa-jizz soaked our bellies and breasts. Her tits rubbed against mine as my pussy writhed around the dildo a few more times. I shuddered, kissing Mom.

It was so hot to make out with her. My hands stroked down her back to her rump. My asshole tingled. I had fucked Mommy in the ass, but what did that feel like? Suddenly, I had the burning urge to be sodomized.

I broke the kiss and purred, “Will you bugger me, Mommy!”

She smiled from ear to ear. “I would love to, my little futanari. It’ll be so much fun!”

“And you had a good orgasm?” I asked as she slid from me, her belly and breasts smeared in my futa-jizz. “Do you feel what the dildo feels?”

She laughed. “Of course not. The base massaged my clit.” She shuddered, her tits jiggling. “It feels amazing. Now, on your hands and knees, my little futanari, if you want to be buggered!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I rolled over, my futa-dick swinging between my thighs. I wiggled my ass playfully at Mommy, a big smile on my lips.

Mom pressed the pussy-soaked dildo between my butt-cheeks and found my asshole. I gasped as she thrust against it. My head tossed and blonde curls danced as she drilled against me. I whimpered as she stretched me out more and more.

“Mommy!” I whimpered, loving the feel of her doing that to me. “Oh, wow, Mommy, that feels so good. Ooh, I love it!”

“Good,” she purred. “Just enjoy, honey. Just enjoy!”

“I am, Mommy!” I groaned as my anal ring stretched to the point of bursting. I gasped as she popped into my bowels.

The shaft sank into my anal sheath. More and more of the dildo filled up my bowels. Mom held my hips as I groaned. The heat melted to my deflowered pussy. My girl-dick throbbed. Cunt cream dripped down my futa-cock as the sex toy sank to the hilt in my bowels. I felt stuffed full.

“Oh, wow, that’s so naughty,” I whimpered, my girl-cock swaying between my thighs. “Ooh, I get why you like me to fuck you in the butt!”

“Mmm, I’m glad,” she said and drew back her hips. My bowels clenched around the dildo. It felt so naughty in my butt. I groaned as she slammed it back into me.

I shuddered, savoring that delight. She gripped my hips and buried into me again and again. She pumped away at me. It was so good to have her doing that. I loved it immensely. I shuddered, my face contorting with the delight of this moment.

She pumped away deep and hard at me. She thrust in and out of me. She buried into my hot flesh with her big dildo. It was so amazing to have her doing that. I loved the feel of her thrusting away at me. She pumped in and out of my bowels.

“Ooh, ooh,” I whimpered, my futa-dick twitching with her every thrust. “Mommy!”

“Does my little futanari love being ass-fucked by her mommy’s big dildo?” she purred.

“Yes!” I squealed, the heat melting down to my ovaries and to the tip of my futa-cock.

I loved how that pressure grew and grew with her every thrust. It was such a wild sensation, too. The way the heat built and built in me. It was a glorious moment. I shuddered, enjoying that big dildo burying into me again and again.

She fucked me hard. She pounded me with all that she had. It was a glorious moment. I groaned, squeezing my asshole down on her girl-dick. It was a fabulous moment. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful shaft plunging into my anal sheath.

I enjoyed it immensely.

My anal sheath gripped her girl-dick. I held her tight as she fucked me. She pounded me with such force. It was so good to have her do that. I loved it immensely. I shuddered as she thrust away at me. She buried to the hilt in me.

“Oh, my god, that’s it!” I moaned. “That’s so good! Ooh, ooh, that’s amazing! Mommy! Mommy!”

“Just enjoy!” she purred, thrusting away at me. She fucked me hard. “Enjoy, my little futanari!”

I smiled in delight as she plunged the dildo pummeling my asshole. My flesh melted around her. I enjoyed the way that she fucked into my bowels. It was so good to feel her doing that. She buried into me with everything that she had.

My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned at the feel of her burying into me over and over again. I loved the heat of this moment. I savored the pleasure building and building in me. I squeezed down on that thrusting dildo.

It was magnificent.

I whimpered, loving that huge cock fucking me over and over again. It was a glorious moment. My eyes rolled back in my head. I loved the feel of her fucking me. I savored that big dildo burying into me. I wiggled my hips, savoring that delight blazing through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s so good! Oh, you’re doing such wicked things to me!”

“That’s what mommies are for, my little futanari,” she cooed, hammering my asshole with her dildo.

I couldn’t agree more. I squeezed my asshole around the dildo. I drank in that friction as she pumped away hard at me. She slammed into me, my boobs swaying back and forth from her hard thrusts. My blonde curls danced around my features.

I loved every second of this delight as she hammered me. She fucked me with such force. She buried to the hilt in me again and again. I loved that heat blazing in my asshole. My ovaries drank in the temperature, my futa-cum approaching a boil.

My clit-dick twitched between my thighs. Pussy cream dripped down my shaft while the pressure built and built at the tip. The need to erupt grew with her every thrust into my asshole. She fucked me with such force.

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned, her dildo pistoning in and out of my bowels. “Mommy!”

“Cum, my little futanari!” she gasped, driving that gel-like shaft into my asshole’s depths. “Cum for your mommy, my little futanari!”

“Yes!” I howled as she buried the toy to the hilt in me. I burst.

My asshole convulsed while my futa-dick erupted. My cum splashed against my bedding. Stars flashed across my vision. Pussy cream gushed down my futa-cock and thighs. I trembled through my rapture. It was such a good delight. I was so happy for it.

Just so thrilled to have all that rapture sweeping through me. I groaned, tossing my head back and forth. I felt so great. I whimpered, my orgasm sweeping through my body. I enjoyed every last second of that delight. It was so amazing.

Just so incredible to have that rapture burning hot through me. I trembled, pussy juices gushing down my thighs. It was an outstanding rush to have all that bliss soaking my mind. Mommy groaned, cumming with me.

“My little futanari!” she howled, the dildo shifting around in my asshole.

“Oh, Mommy, yes!” I moaned, enjoying the delight cresting in me. I fired the last blast of my cum onto the bed. “That was wondrous!”

I collapsed on my bed, my belly pressing into the wet spot created by my futa-spunk. My tits were all sticky with cum. More covered my belly. It was such a mess. I rolled over onto my back. Mom snuggled up against me, her big boobs equally as covered in drying futa-spunk.

She kissed me, such a loving mommy. I groaned, my eyes closing. I snuggled up to her and drifted off into wonderful sleep again, so glad that I had another romp with my mother.

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Alanna March

I groaned and came awake, the sunlight streaming through my window. No alarm… because it was Saturday and…

I bolted upright. I shot my gaze to the door. The plushy was moved. I peeled up my pajama top to stare at my round breasts. They should be covered in jizz. I squeezed them but felt nothing on them. I frowned and rolled out of bed.

My bedding had no stains on it, either. I had ejaculated on them.

“What is going on?” I asked and slid my hand down the front of my pajama bottoms into my bush. I slid down to my pussy and felt my lips. I pressed a finger into my snatch and…

I found no resistance.

I didn’t have a hymen any longer.

I felt dizzy as I shoved a second finger into my pussy. Then a third. I had a cherry. I definitely did not break my hymen since I last masturbated, but I had no evidence of my virginity because… I wasn’t a virgin.

Did Mom really come in here and fuck me with a strap-on? That was insane. Did she strip me naked without waking me up, then ate my pussy to rouse me? After I fell asleep, did she change my bedding and wipe off my breasts without disturbing me? And also re-dress me.

I stumbled out of my bedroom. The scent of pancakes drew me downstairs. I headed to the aroma, thinking that if Mom did somehow sleepwalk into my bedroom, then she would have to have a strap-on dildo, right?

Unless I had one? Did I secretly buy one so she could fuck me with it? That felt as insane as thinking my mother could possibly own one. I sat down at the table. She smiled at me, wearing her housecoat. She looked to be in a good mood.

“Get a good night’s sleep?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, staring at her. “You?”

She smiled. “Oh, it was restful.”

Dad chuckled, nodding. Had they… Of course, they had. They often did that on Fridays. I was glad they were in a good mood, which made my whole theory that Mom did it even more unlikely. Still, I had to find out if there was a secret strap-on in this house.

Something deflowered me.

“What are your plans for the day?” Mom asked me as she sipped her coffee. “Your father and I are going to work on the community garden. Care to join us?”

This was perfect. “No, no, I have homework,” I said casually. “What about Theresa?”

“On a date,” Mom said, her voice tight. “That girl…”

“Wilma,” Dad said in a casual but warning fashion which caused Mom to snap her jaw shut.

They left not long after breakfast. I volunteered to do the dishes. After I had them done, I darted up to my parents’ bedroom. There was no way I was going to find a dildo in here. Let alone a strap-on, yet… I trembled as I entered their room.

I felt like I was trespassing. The bed was made, the cream-hued comforter contrasting with the dark-stained wood of the bed. They had dressers on each side, one per parent, and a large walk-in closet that was mostly Mom’s clothes, though a few of Dad’s suits and good shirts hung up in there. Another door led to the master bathroom.

Where would I hide a dildo?

Somewhere I knew no one else would look. That meant Dad’s dresser was out. The bathroom felt too much like a shared space. Perhaps the closet. There were boxes along the top that were labeled with things like, “Mementos,” “postcards,” “documents.” I pulled off those and they were all labeled as is. There was nothing else in the closet.

Even in the back corners.

I stepped out and glanced at the dresser. Only Mom should be going in there. Dad wasn’t the domestic type. I rushed to the dresser and took a deep breath. I grabbed the brass handles on the top drawer and drew it back.

Bras and panties.

It ran the gamut from plain and every day to sexy and special. Satin and lace. Daring cuts. The bras were lacy or practical. I slid my hands deep into the drawer, reaching for the back, and felt something rubber and round. My heart skipped a beat.

I pulled out a pink dildo made of a gel-like rubber attached to a black harness.

“Holy hell,” I gasped in shock as I held it up. My pussy clenched. Was this the same fake cock that had taken my virginity? It looked like it and…” I sniffed it. “Was that my pussy?” It was something faint and tart. I took a deeper whiff.

It was.

I stared in shock at the sex toy that had taken my virginity. It was here. It was right here in the back of her panty drawer. Why did my mom own a strap-on? If she just needed a marital aid for masturbating, why did she have the harness?

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I jumped and spun to find Mom in the doorway. I squeaked, holding the strap-on in my hand. My heart thundered a wild beat. She marched toward me, fury on her face. I tried to say something. She wrenched that out of my hand and shoved it into her drawer. She slammed it shut.

“Did you find it, honey?” Dad called from downstairs.

“YOU… You…” Mom trembled with her rage. I had never seen her so scary. I thought she would slap me. Strangle me. “GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

I squeaked and darted around her. I rushed to my door, slammed it shut, and trembled there. She marched past the room, saying something to Dad. Whatever she forgot, she had found. I shuddered and sank to the floor, wanting to weep.

What was going on? Why did Mom have that?

I was terrified all day long. Just so frightened of what Mom would do to me. I had violated her privacy because… because… She was a lesbian? Was she cheating on Dad with another woman? What was going on? Nothing made any sense.

Not a bit of sense at all.

When Mom and Dad came home, I stayed up in my room. I skipped dinner. Dad came by to see if I was fine. I lied and said I had a big lunch while they were gone. I didn’t want to face Mom. Not awake. I wanted to face Mom in my dreams.

I wanted to speak to that naughty, wild slut who came out in the middle of the night, not the uptight woman who nearly slapped me silly. So I set up the camera to record just in case it changed something. I put the plushy back in place before the door and laid down for sleep.

I trembled in bed for more than an hour before sleep claimed me.

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Alanna March – Night 10

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Wilma!” gasped a throaty voice. “Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!”

I shot awake to Mrs. Wilson, the preacher’s wife, kneeling on my bed. She was over my legs, her boobs swaying beneath her as Mom pounded her from behind with the strap-on. Mom was standing, her large tits bouncing with her every plunge.

“Yes, yes, I love it when you hammer me with that dildo!” groaned Mrs. Wilson. She glanced at me. “Mmm, there you are. Finally woke up, Alanna. I thought I’d have to scream my head off.”

“Aren’t you afraid we’ll be caught?” I asked.

“No!” she moaned. “Oh, Wilma! That’s it. Pound me. I’m going to cum.”

“She found it today,” Mom said. “The strap-on that you bought me. My little futanari was snooping through my panty drawer. Maybe she was looking for some sexy things to wear!”
“Did you fuck yourself with it?” asked Mrs. Wilson, her eyes burning so hot as Mom fucked her. “Did you ram that dildo into your pussy.”

“No,” I said. “But Mom did. Last night!”

“Good,” the preacher’s wife moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it. I cum so hard when you fuck me, Wilma. So much harder than I do with my husband. Oh, that’s it. Yes!”

I watched the preacher’s wife cumming on my mom’s strap-on. Mom fucked into her hard before throwing back her head and joining her. I watched in awe. Were they lovers in real life? More and more, I was certain they had to be.

Tomorrow was Sunday. I had to confront Mom about this but for now… I was a futanari, and I was hard. My clit-dick throbbed as the two sexy women climaxed together. They were both married and having a sapphic affair.

Two hot MILFs getting their lez on was so hot. It made me shiver in delight as I watched them.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” whimpered Mrs. Wilson. “Oh, your mother is so good with the strap-on. But she’s not as good as you are.”

“Mmm, let’s DP her,” Mom said. “I’ll fuck her in the ass while she rides your girl-dick. How does that sound, my little futanari.”

“Hot!”

She grinned at me as she pulled her dildo out of Mrs. Wilson’s pussy. “I had a feeling you would say that, my little futanari.”

I nodded, so waiting to enjoy Mrs. Wilson’s cunt sliding up and down my cock. The preacher’s wife was just such a sexy slut. She crawled toward me, her large breasts swaying. Her black hair swayed around her face. She leaned down and kissed me.

I groaned as our lips melted together. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I savored making out with the preacher’s lesbian wife. It was wild. Her hand grabbed my futa-dick. She stroked up and down me as we made out.

CRACK!

“Wilma, you bitch!” gasped Mrs. Wilson, breaking the kiss. “Why did you spank my ass?”

“Because you should be riding my little futanari’s big dick and not making out with her,” Mom answered. “I want to fuck your ass so hard, Kendra.”

“Mmm, fine, fine,” the preacher’s wife said. She straightened and held my girl-dick up. She nuzzled me into her black bush. “Ooh, you’re even better than the dildo. You’re cock is the best in the whole world, Alanna!”

“Yes, my little futanari is the best,” Mom cooed with such pride. The incestuous thrill of that washed through me. I loved this so much.

Mrs. Wilson’s pussy lips kissed the crown of my cock. She slowly slid her cunt down me. It felt so wonderful. I groaned as inch after inch of her pussy swallowed my dick. It was spectacular. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight.

My eyes rolled back in my head as her hot pussy sank down to the bottom on me. She took every inch of me. A big smile spread on my lips as she squeezed her cunt down around me. I sighed in delight, enjoying the way she wiggled her hips back and forth.

“Wow,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s great. That’s just amazing, you know that!”

She winked at me then groaned as Mom moved in behind her. “Oh, Wilma, bugger me!”

“Mmm, yes, Kendra.” Mom hugged Mrs. Wilson and cupped the preacher’s wife’s big tits.

As Mom kneaded those lush mounds, Mrs. Wilson’s cunt clamped down on me. She shuddered and moaned louder. Then I felt the dildo pushing into her asshole. The shaft rubbed against my futa-dick, separated only by thin membranes. It was incredible.

Mom pumped away at Mrs. Wilson’s asshole as the MILF rode me. She worked that hot pussy up and down my girl-dick. I groaned, enjoying every inch of her hot twat massaging my clit-rod. The pressure grew in my ovaries.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Wilson moaned. “This is incredible! Double-stuffed with cocks!”

“Whore!” Mom hissed, buggering the preacher’s wife with hard strokes.

I loved the silky massage of Mrs. Wilson’s pussy mixed with the sliding pressure of Mom’s dildo. The two delights sent pleasure rushing down my girl-cock. The heat washed through my pussy. I squirmed on my back, my boobs quivering.

Mrs. Wilson moaned louder, squeezing her pussy around my cock. She massaged me with all that she had. It was just glorious. I rose toward that moment when I would erupt into her cunt. I would burst into her. I loved every second of it.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered.

“Cum in her, my little futanari!” Mom moaned, her fingers digging into Mrs. Wilson’s lovely tits.

“I will, Mommy!”

Mrs. Wilson plunged her cunt down my cock and slid back up me. The passion echoed through the room. I loved that wonderful twat massaging my dick. I hurtled toward the moment when I would cum so hard. I would just flood her twat with everything that I had.

Mrs. Wilson plunged her pussy down my cock and squealed out, “Yes!”

Her cunt went wild around my futa-dick. Her hot and silky flesh spasmed about me. I groaned, Mom still fucking the MILF’s asshole. The pressure in my ovaries hit that wonderful bursting point. I arched my back and squealed in delight.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled and came.

I flooded the preacher’s wife’s pussy with my futa-cum.

“Oh, that’s it!” I gasped, her hot pussy spasming around me. She milked me. “Yes!”

Mom gasped out her pleasure, squeezing the preacher’s wife’s big tits. I shuddered, flooding Mrs. Wilson’s cunt with more and more spurts of my futa-seed. I hoped I bred her. I hoped I knocked the naughty MILF up.

My eyes rolled back in my head as that hot pussy spasmed around me. It was incredible to have her nursing at me. The heat washed through me. I groaned, savoring the rapture gushing out of my cunt. Ecstasy shot from my futa-dick.

“I love this!” Mrs. Wilson moaned, her head tossing.

“Mmm,” Mom purred, kneading the MILF’s big tits.

I loved the ecstasy screaming through me as I unloaded more and more blasts of futa-cum into Mrs. Wilson’s pussy. Her silky flesh massaged me. My back arched as I hit that wonderful peak. I fired a final blast of cum into her pussy.

“Oh, that’s amazing!” groaned the preacher’s wife. “Just wonderful.”

“It is,” I said, feeling so dizzy. “Ooh, ooh, what are we going to do next?” I licked my lips. “Maybe I could suck that dildo clean of Mrs. Wilson’s ass, Mommy.”

“Oh, my little futanari, that sounds perfect,” cooed Mom. “Maybe while you’re fucking her in the ass, too.”

Mrs. Wilson grinned. What a wild night we were having. Dream or reality, I really did not care. I just wanted to have fun with the two sexy MILFs.

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