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Jolene Harland shuddered as she injected herself with the solution she and her mother had been working on. Pheromones.
Lesbian pheromones.
To Jolene, those were the greatest type of pheromones. A heady aroma that would arouse and entice other females. Awaken them to all sorts of possibilities that existed. All sorts of heady delights that Jolene could share with them.
Just like her mother had shared with her.
But she had no idea just what the solution would do to her. Her mother wanted that to be a surprise. A big, throbbing, cock-sized surprise. Jolene shivered as she felt it going to work. The heat intensified in her crotch.
Her brow furrowed. “I thought you ironed out the side-effect, Mom?” she said to herself. “Because...”
Her clit blazed.
Anabella Holt
“Yes, yes, yes, make me into a futa, too!” I squealed, my pussy clenching on Ms. Harland’s cock in my cunt and my mom’s big dick in my butt.
They had cocks. That was so hot. Big, throbbing girl-cocks. Futa-cocks! I didn’t know how it was possible, I just loved it. I breathed in, that wonderful, lavender scent coming from my futa-mommy and the futa-MILF. Their cum brimmed in me.
“We can’t make her into a futa,” gasped Mom. “I mean ... What if it’s dangerous?”
“It’s fine,” said Ms. Harland. “Look at you. You’re fine. I’m fine.”
“Very fine!” I cooed, sandwiched between them. “With your big mommy boobies and your hard cock. You’re so sexy.”
“See, it’s fine,” purred the MILF. Her futa-cock twitched in me. “Tell me you don’t want to feel your daughter’s cock sliding into your pussy.”
“Well...” I heard my mom’s indecision.
I squeezed my butthole around her cock as I moaned, “Please, please, please, Mommy, with sugar on top and extra goodies. I promise that you won’t regret it. Not one bit. It’ll be super awesome and amazing. Yes, yes, yes!”
She sighed. “Fine.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I squealed, squirming between them. “I want it. I want it right now. Please, please, let me have a futa-cock.”
“Well, we just have to go to my lab and whip some up. It’ll take a few hours.”
“A few hours,” I moaned. “But I want it now!”
“Sorry,” Ms. Harland said. She slid out of me. “Mmm, but you are such a delight. I’ll get it to you this evening. Deal.”
“Deal!” I said, missing her cock in me already. Her futa-dick bobbed back and forth.
“Mmm, now I have to go check in on my daughter. See if she likes her gift. If she hasn’t already run off to have her fun.”
“Ooh, I bet she’s getting all naughty,” I said. “She’s your daughter.”
Ms. Harland laughed as she sauntered naked out of the room. My butthole clenched on Mommy’s futa-dick as I watched the sexy MILF leave. A big and happy smile crossed my lips. I squirmed there, just loving Mommy’s cock being in my butt. But all that cum was leaking out of my pussy.
“Mommy,” I cooed. “I’m full of all this cum and...”
“You want your mommy to lick you clean?” she asked, her lips right by my ear.
“Would you?” I asked. “It won’t be a bother?”
She licked my ear. “Not a bother at all. Mmm, you are so adorable you know that. It makes me want to just eat you all up.” Then she nipped my ear. “Luckily, I can.”
I squealed in laughter at her playful lips and tongue. My giggles turned into groans as she pulled her futa-dick out of my asshole. I quivered there, my entire body trembling. The heat rippled through my body. I groaned as her cock popped out. I felt so empty. I shuddered, the cum leaking out of my asshole. It matted my butt-crack.
I liked the feel of that.
Autumn Holt
My dick ached after sliding out of my daughter’s asshole. She rolled onto her back; her black pigtails splayed across her pillows. The lavender scent filled my nose. It was the perfect scent. If I could get that in my candles...
I meant to ask Kayleen about before she left. Well, if she was bringing over this solution for my daughter later on tonight, I would get a chance to ask her.
“Oh, Mommy,” my fourteen-year-old daughter moaned. “Ooh, ooh, I’m so ready to get eaten out. Just lick me, Mommy! Lick up every naughty drop of pussy cream leaking out of me.”
I smacked my lips. “I plan on it.”
I settled down between my daughter’s thighs. I breathed in that wicked scent wafting out of her pussy. The heady aroma spilled over my nose. I flicked my tongue over my lips, the delight tingling my nostrils. I salivated, so eager to bury my mouth into her cunt and lick.
Lap.
Feast.
I darted my head down and pressed my lips into her pussy. Her hairs caressed over my face moments before I kissed at her vulva. Her delicious folds smeared her hot, spicy cream over my lips. I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor of her melting over my mouth mixed with the salty flavor of Kayleen’s futa-cum.
“Eat me, Mommy!” my daughter moaned. “Just feast on me. Eat me all up. Ooh, I need it. I want it! This will be so good, Mommy!”
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, the two flavors mixing together in my mouth.
My hands grabbed her rump. I held my daughter’s ass and thrust my tongue into her depths. I swirled around in her, loving the taste of her. The wonderful, heady flavor of her spicy pussy mixed with the salty cum in her.
She gasped, her small boobies jiggling. Her underage body twitched. She tasted so good. I loved it. She bucked, smearing her pussy around my mouth and lips. I loved every moment of her silky bush caressing my mouth.
“Eat me! Oh, Mommy, eat my cunt!” She giggled. “That’s so good. Ooh, I have a naughty futa-mommy!”
“You do,” I cooed and fluttered my tongue up and down her slit.
Why had I ever thought this was wrong?
Lesbian incest was amazing. My daughter was so sexy. She deserved to be devoured by me.
I licked and lapped at her. I slid my tongue up her slit, parting her folds. I had deflowered her pussy. Now I drank futa-cum out of her. I savored every drop of it. The wonderful flavor melted across my tongue. A fantastic delight. I smiled, so glad to enjoy this wonderful treat.
My tongue darted into her cunt and scooped out the cum. She gasped, her stomach flexing. Her head tossed back and forth, pigtails flying up into the air. Her cute rump flexed beneath my fingers. I savored that futa-spunk. That salty delight flavored with her spicy cream.
So wonderful. So delicious.
I ached for more. My tongue thrust into her as far as I could reach to gather it out of her. She moaned, her naughty twat squeezing around my probing tongue. My futa-cock throbbed. My own pussy juices ran down my shaft as I feasted on her.
My boobs rubbed into the bedspread. Naughty tingles ran through my body. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side. My tongue fluttered through her. The taste of the cum was dwindling. I was having trouble reaching it.
So I sucked.
“Mommy!” squealed Anabella.
I nursed out more cum from the depths of her twat. The taste of her spicy cunt grew in my mouth. I loved it. She grabbed her little titties, kneading them. She played with them as I sucked the cum out of her pussy.
“Oh, yes, yes, Mommy!”
But she ran dry.
No more cum.
I wanted more. I loved the taste of futa-cum. I mean, my daughter’s pussy was delightful—I could just feast on her snatch—but the cum made it all taste better. I hungered for it. I wanted it with a passion. A strength that could not be denied.
Then I remembered where I had just dumped cum.
My fingers squeezed her tush. I lifted her rump while kissing down her taint. Cum had leaked out of her asshole. It matted her crack. I kissed it, the salty delight of my own futa-jizz held a sour, earthy taste.
The flavor of her naughty bowels.
“You dirty futa-mommy!” she gasped as I kissed at her asshole. My tongue licked up the jizz adorning her. “Oh, that’s so nasty. I love it!”
It was nasty. I loved it, too. I licked and lapped and fluttered my tongue around her asshole. I cleaned up the jizz that leaked out of her. I reveled in that wonderful, salty, delicious flavor that bubbled out of my daughter’s asshole. It was ambrosia.
My own cum...
I fucked my daughter with a cock. It sounded so crazy, but it had been wondrous. My dick throbbed between my thighs, aching to know her flesh again. To slide into the wonderful heaven of her pussy or her asshole. Or even in her mouth.
Such depraved thoughts burned through me as I licked up the last of my cum on her asshole.
There had to be more in her.
“Mommy!” Anabella squealed as my tongue pushed against her rectum.
My tongue popped into her. I groaned at that wonderful moment. Her anal ring squeezed about my tongue as I wiggled around in her. The sour flavor increased. It was so earthy. I was such a nasty futa-mommy for doing this.
It made me feel so wicked.
I swirled my tongue around in her asshole. I danced around in her, loving every minute of this. My tongue swirled faster, stimulating. It was incredible to do this. But it was also so hard to get the cum out of her bowels.
I needed a better way.
“Holy shit, Mom!” she gasped, reveling in swearing before me. I could hardly admonish her when I was sucking on her asshole. “That’s. Fuck, Mom!”
My fourteen-year-old daughter bucked as I sucked on her asshole., wanting to draw out every drop of cum from her bowels. My salty cum spilled out of her and over my tongue. It was such a wicked treat to enjoy.
I nursed on her anal ring. She groaned, her butt-cheeks clenched about my face. Her legs twitched above my head. She squealed as I drew more and more of the cum out of her. I stared at her cunt, covered by her sparse down of black hair. Her pussy lips clenched and relaxed. Her spicy musk filled my nose.
“I’m going to cum, Mom!” she gasped. “Holy shit, do you know that? I’m going to cum. Oh, Mommy! My futa-mommy is the best mommy in the world!”
Pussy juices squirted out of her cunt and splashed on my forehead. I closed my eyes as the flood of her hot cream spilled down through my brows. I shuddered and slid my mouth from her asshole to her cunt. I drank down my daughter’s spicy passion.
She quivered on her back. Her moans echoed through the air. Her passion echoed through the room. It was amazing. I drank her cunt cream. I gulped it all down, my dick throbbing harder and harder.
“Oh, Mommy!” she moaned, her body bucking. Her little titties quivering. “Oh, Mommy, that’s amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I purred.
“Wanna fuck me again?” She grinned at me, arching her eyebrows. “Then you can have more cum to lick out of my pussy.”
“But my cock’s all dirty,” I said. “Let me go clean it off.”
“Mmm, I can do that,” she said. “I can suck you off. I haven’t sucked your dick, Mommy.”
That was so nasty. I sat up and moaned, “Of course you can suck your mommy’s dick clean!”
The delight in my daughter’s eyes was so worth it.
Laurita Morales
“That’s my top you’re wearing, you little puta!” screamed from upstairs. “Take that off right now!”
“Who are you calling a puta, puta?” shot back.
I groaned. Two of my three daughters were fighting. Again.
I crossed myself, muttering to the Virgin Mary to intercede with her Divine Son on my behalf. I needed patience. I sat down the knife on the cutting board then washed the chicken off my hand. I shook my head as another screech echoed.
“That’s still my top!” my eldest daughter shouted. Rafaela was seventeen. My wild girl. I had let her get away with too much, too busy taking care of my other two daughters.
“You dumb bitch, I bought this myself,” said Angélica. She was my middle daughter. Fifteen and turning into a clone of her older sister.
At least my youngest, Ingrid, wasn’t involved. She was an energetic girl. She could bounce off the walls, but she didn’t usually cause problems. I passed her in the living room with her feet curled up, her black hair framing her cute face. She had her hair in pigtails.
“I bet Rafaela has that top in her closet still,” said Ingrid. She stared at her phone. Fourteen and acting so wise now. Like she hadn’t been my baby only yesterday. “Angélica has been copying her wardrobe.”
“I know,” I muttered and reached the stairs. They creaked beneath me. I had been working all day and now I had to deal with this when I should be cooking dinner. I ground my teeth together, a vein pulsing in my cheek.
DING-DONG!
“Ingrid, can you get that!” I shouted as I neared the screeching in Angélica’s room.
“Sure!” Ingrid said.
I reached the second floor, my feet swollen. I just wanted to get off them. I spent all day at my job supervising the cashiers. I had risen up to the front-end manager, able to keep making mortgage payments on the house—barely—even after my husband ran off to fuck his secretary. Mid-life crisis...
I hoped that bimbo gave him syphilis while they’re sailing around the world. Hoped she was banging every dirty sailor behind his back. His dick could rot off. Leave me with our daughters. I pushed down the anger.
“What is going on?” I demanded, bursting in on my two daughters.
“She’s wearing my top!” Rafaela said. She whirled around in a crop top cut so low I could see the angel tattoo on the inner slope of her left breast. If I ever found the tattoo artist that touched her underage tit, I would kill him. She wore her black hair short, a bob that framed her vixenish face. “I bought that a month ago.”
“I bought it yesterday,” protested Angélica. She wore her black hair in a braid. It was a halter top that cupped her round breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, another look she copied from her older sister. Rafaela liked to go with them even though her tits were as big as mine. “I have a receipt. Or you could just go look in your closet and see it.”
“Why would you buy the same top as me?” demanded Rafaela. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Because you never let me borrow yours!” Angélica pushed up her glasses. “I didn’t steal her top, Mom.”
“Let’s find out,” I said. “Rafaela, if it is hanging up in your closet, you will apologize to your sister and then I will get my slipper and spank that ass red.”
Rafaela’s golden-brown cheeks paled to a light tan. “I-it’s not.”
“It is,” said Angélica, sounding happy about it.
“It better be,” I said. “Or you’re getting my slipper across your backside.”
She, however, seemed nonplussed. She must have really bought her own top. Bad for her sister. I turned to Rafaela and arched an eyebrow at her. She wilted even more and turned. Her jeans hugged her rump like a glove. How was she so skinny and yet had an ass that plump? Girls these days.
All whores. Like that slut who stole my husband.
Ingrid Morales
I wasn’t in any trouble, so I hummed as I headed for the door. Mom was going to spank one of those two. She looked pissed. My pigtails danced about me as I reached the door and opened it. The amazing scent of lavender proceeded with the girl who stood on my door.
“You’re ... Jolene, right?” I asked the White girl standing on my porch. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, glasses perched on her nose. She was two years older than me, new at my school and the neighborhood. “You moved in down the road.”
“Yeah,” she said, petite like me. “Your mom home.”
I glanced upstairs. “She’s dealing with my sisters. One of them is getting spanked.” I giggled. “Not sure which one.”
“Oh,” she said. “Um, I need to speak to her. Your mom.”
I breathed in again. “Mmm, what’s that perfume you’re wearing. It’s delicious.”
Her smile grew. “Something my mom and I made.”
“You can make perfume?”
“It’s just chemistry,” she said, blushing slightly. “Do you mind if I wait inside?”
“No,” I said. I drew in a deep breath. That scent tickled my nose. It was just stunning. I loved it. “You can hang out as much as you want.”
This naughty heat kindled between my thighs. I stepped aside, letting her pass. Then I floated behind her, drawn to her. That scent was just so yummy. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs in the loose skirt she wore. It was so baggy, but her top was so tight. It molded to her little breasts. They were small, like mine.
I sat down as close to her as I could. My mouth was just watering. I leaned in and breathed at her hair. “You just smell so good.”
“You like it, huh?” she asked. “I was going to let your mother see my surprise first, but...”
Shouts came from upstairs. “Sadly, my mom’s busy.”
“So, you want to see something naughty?” she asked.
I groaned and nodded.
She grinned and drew up her skirt. I bit my lip, staring at her with such shock. Why would she do that? Did she have a tattoo? A pair of panties she wanted to show off? Why would she want to show that to my mother?
That didn’t make sense.
I breathed in that wonderful, lavender scent. My mouth watered. I wanted to see her panties. I bet they were so sexy. My pussy clenched. My twat ached like never before to do all those naughty things I had never done.
I didn’t want to be a slut like Rafaela. Angélica might want to follow in our older sister’s footsteps, but I didn’t want to have the reputation as the football team’s fluffer.
I licked my lips as the skirt slid higher and higher up Jolene’s pale thighs. She had that ivory skin that had never been kissed by the sun. No color at all. Even when I wasn’t tan, I was way darker than her. She paused, her skirt bunched up into a pile, about to reveal those panties I wanted to see.
“Go on!” I said. “I want to see the surprise.”
“Mmm, it’s a bit shocking,” she said. “You sure you can handle it ... I don’t even know your name.”
“Ingrid,” I said.
“Ingrid,” she said, speaking the name slowly. “That’s such an unusual name. You’re Mexican, right?”
I nodded and absently said, “A lot of Germans settled in Mexico back in the day. Down in Soconusco, you can find blonde and blue-eyed Mexicans. My abuela is named Ingrid. She’s almost as white as you and doesn’t speak a single word of English.”
“Oh, cool,” Jolene said.
Then she yanked back her skirt and...
Something amazing popped out.
A cock. A big dick that thrust out from between her legs. I thought she was a girl, but she was really a boy in drag. I stared at her, licking my lips. It was such a beautiful shaft. I didn’t know cocks could be beautiful, but with that spongy, pink crown and that long shaft twitching, I just fell in love with it.
I breathed in that lavender scent and lowered my mouth.
“Just going to suck my girl-dick, huh?” said Jolene.
Was I?
My head came closer, my pigtails swayed off my shoulder. I guess I was going to suck her because my lips kissed the tip of her crown. Right on the slit. Something salty pervaded my taste buds. Her precum?
That must be it. Precum. How delicious.
I slid my lips over her cock. Jolene groaned and her legs parted. To my utter shock, she had a pussy. I froze there, the tip of her dick in my mouth, as I stare down at the shaved folds of her vulva. She had gleaming labia, all nice and pink. And she had no balls.
Now, I didn’t have much experience with boys, but I had seen pictures. I wanted to ask her how she had this dick. What was she? But then I breathed in, and she just smelled so good, the lavender mixed with this tangy musk, that I just didn’t care.
So she had a dick. It was the 2020s. Girls could have dicks, I guessed. Why not?
I sucked hard on her. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I heard you suck. It felt good. My pussy clenched as I did this. The heat rippled out of me as I sucked on her girl-cock. My eyes stared down at her twat as I did.
What a pretty twat.
I’d never thought a twat could be pretty. I’d seen plenty of them in locker rooms. They were like tits to me. Nothing special. I had tits—well, little A-cups but they still counted—and a pussy. Big deal that other girls had a pussy. I knew some friends were bi and liked girls, but not me.
Julianne
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