Futa's Wild Passion 10: Futa Shops With Mommy free porn video

Chapter Ten: Futa Shops with Mommy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I couldn't believe I was hearing my straight-laced, Christian mother eating out her boss's pussy.

I pulled my ear from the door to Ms. Petrov's office and shook my head. I could not have just heard that. It was impossible. My mom thought homosexuality was a sin. She only thought it was okay I was dating a girl because I'd become futanari.

I had a cock, so it wasn't wholly gay if I had sex with a girl.

Mom had no idea how much sex I'd been having since Sunday. It was Tuesday, and I'd been getting pussy from my little sister (whom I loved), my new girlfriend Wendy, my school's lesbian dean, my friend Victoria, my other friend Pita, and Pita's mother.

I had a threesome with Pita and her mom. A taboo, incestuous threesome.

Hearing my mom eating pussy was more shocking then when my clit grew into a cock on Sunday.

I pressed my ear back against the door. There was no one in the reception area before Ms. Petrov's office. I was here alone. I was supposed to be shopping for new clothes with Mom. She'd taken off work early with her boss's blessing only to get called back here the moment she'd picked me up.

This was the emergency.

“Yes, yes, get that tongue in my cunt,” groaned Ms. Petrov. “Mmm, Veronica, yes, that's good. Lick my cunt.”

My mom, Veronica, moaned.

I pictured her on her knees, her blonde hair falling about her face, her large, lush tits swaying. She had her face buried in Ms. Petrov's crotch. The tall and dominating woman would be naked, too, her small breasts out. I pictured her with a thick, black bush that pressed around my mom's hungry mouth. My futa-dick swelled hard in my panties, growing uncomfortable as I listened to the sex.

Ms. Petrov kept moaning. She sounded like she was building towards an orgasm. I bit my lip, my cheeks burning. I pressed my ear as tight against the door as I could, straining to hear my mom's actual licking.

To hear her making another woman cum.

“You dirty slut,” groaned Ms. Petrov. “Yes, yes, you know just how to make me cum. Swirl that tongue through my cunt, you dirty slut. Yes, yes, you love my cunt. Mmm, look at you, so hungry for it.”

All those late-night “emergencies” where Mom had to run off to fix server problems were booty calls. It was her lesbian boss needing to get her cunt eaten out. I shuddered at how kinky this was. I couldn't believe it.

I had already fantasized about my mom. She was so sexy. Fucking my mom was a little step after fucking my little sister. Naughty Allie had taken my dick's virginity, though my pussy was still cherry. I loved every bit of fucking Allie, and Mom would be just as hot.

“Yes, yes, I'm going to cum on that mouth,” gasped Ms. Petrov. “You nasty dyke-slut. Yeah, you love it when I call you that. Makes you eat my pussy so hard. Swirl that tongue through my twat, you filthy whore.”

So dirty. My pussy clenched, soaking my panties. I wanted to whip out my cock and masturbate. My cheeks burned as I heard the Russian woman crying out in her orgasm. She was cumming on my mom's mouth.

Hard.

“Go, Mom,” I whispered. I found girls eating out girls so hot now that I was a futa. It had rewired my sexuality. I squeezed my futa-dick through my skirt and panties as I heard Ms. Petrov's noisy pleasure.

Her passion echoed through the room and bled through the door. I squirmed, kneading my girl-cock. I throbbed. My cunt clenched. I stroked myself through my clothing as Ms. Petrov's pants died down.

Were they finished?

“Fetch the strap-on,” purred Ms. Petrov. “Then bend that sexy ass over my desk.”

“Yes, Ms. Petrov,” Mom said. She sounded so submissive.

I couldn't resist. If they weren't done, then I had time to stroke myself off. I pulled up my skirt and shoved down my panties. My futa-dick popped out. hard and twitching. The tip brushed the door, smearing precum against it.

I grabbed my shaft and stroked myself. I pumped up and down as I heard something creak open. I shuddered, picturing my naked, busty mom hurrying across the room, her large tits heaving. She would have a thick, blonde bush dripping with her passion. I imagined her kneeling before her boss and sliding a black harness up her body.

I vaguely understood how strap-ons worked. I was nineteen and heard stories. I should find some lesbian porn. That would be hot to watch. Or that futa porn produced by that Japanese girl who had my same rare disease. She was making a killing. Pita loved watching it.

“Make me nice and tight,” Ms. Petrov groaned. “Yes, press that into my clit. I want to cum before you do.”

“Of course, Ms. Petrov,” my mom said, so submissive and subservient to her boss.

I fisted my girl-dick faster and faster. I pictured Mom bent over a desk, her plump rump quivering, begging to be fucked. Ms. Petrov advanced, her dildo—a bright pink in my mind—thrusting from her black bush. She would press it into Mom's blonde muff and thrust it into her pussy, fucking her hard.

“Ms. Petrov!” Mom moaned. Flesh smacked flesh. “Oh, Ms. Petrov, fuck my naughty, dirty slut-cunt!”

“Oooh, kinky, Mom,” I groaned, listening to the sounds of my mom getting pounded by her boss's dildo.

“Yes, you love it you nasty whore,” purred Ms. Petrov. “You savor my cock pounding into that tight cunt of yours, don't you.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Mom. “Please, please, use my cunt, Ms. Petrov. Use me hard. Fuck me!”

“Damn,” I groaned. “I love how kinky you are, Mom.”

My imagination burned as I pumped my hand up and down my girl-dick. I fisted my shaft hard. I brushed that spongy tip, massaging it. My virgin pussy clenched each time. My juices flowed out and dribbled down my thighs the inch or so to my panties. They barely hung on my ass, just shoved down enough to fish my dick out.

I stroked my cock with the same intensity that Ms. Petrov fucked my mom's cunt. The slap of flesh on flesh told me just how fast the Russian pounded Mom. It was hot. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing in my bra. My fiery hair danced around my face.

“Wiggle that ass!” hissed Ms. Petrov.

SMACK!

“Stir your cunt around my dildo and massage my clit.”

“Oh, my god, that's kinky,” I moaned, picturing the handprint that most be glowing on my mom's ass. I bet Allie would love being spanked.

I whimpered as my orgasm built so fast. It was so hot hearing their passion. Their moans bled through the door. My hand flew up and down my girl-dick. I pumped away hard. I fisted my dick while a burning ached formed in my arm.

Then Ms. Petrov cried out again. It sounded like she was cumming as she fucked my mom. I pictured her small breasts quivering, her black hair pulled up in a pin. Her normally fierce face blazed with passion. Beautiful as an ice sculptor.

“You nasty dyke-cunt!” howled Ms. Petrov. “Cum on my dildo! Explode on me, you slutty bitch!”

“Yes, Ms. Petrov!” Mom moaned. “You're churning up my filthy cunt! I'm such a whore! A nasty slut who pretended she was straight! Yes, yes, yes! Ms. Petrov!”

As I listened to my mom's orgasm, my cock erupted.

My hot cum spurted from my dick. Powerful blasts of jizz that erupted from my dick over and over. The pleasure rushed through me. I moaned, pussy juices gushing out of my virgin cunt. The sweet aroma filled the air. I groaned, fisting my dick with furious strokes.

It was incredible. The dual rushes of a futa-orgasm filled me. Powerful blasts of ecstasy and wild waves of rapture. I threw back my head, whimpering out my pleasure. I wanted to scream, to join Mom's howling passion.

I held back my moans. I shuddered through my bliss. My toes curled. I swayed and groaned. My heart beat fast and hard. I sucked in deep breaths. Stars danced before my eyes. I stumbled back and fell on the couch a few feet away.

“Wow,” I groaned, shuddering to process what just happened.

I just spanked it to my mom getting fucked by her boss. My breasts rose and fell. My fingers flexed and relaxed. It was intense. Incredible. A rush of emotions to enjoy. I sucked in deep breaths and let out a mighty exhale.

My mom was a lesbian who was having a fling with her boss. I couldn't believe it. Was she bi? Did she not realize who she was until after Dad passed away a few years ago. I always thought she loved him. She seemed to miss him. She had to work a lot to help us get by without him. It was why she got her IT certificate and came to work at Petrov Consultants.

I breathed in and then glanced at the door. My cum was dribbling down it. Thick and creamy white. A panic surged through me. What if they noticed it? I bit my lip and looked around for something to wipe it up. I shoved my softening cock into my pants and then noticed a piece of paper on the secretary's desk.

“Hope you're not important.”

I darted to the door and rubbed at the wood with the printer paper, hastily mopping it up. It wasn't the best surface. It kept leaving streaks behind and—

Footsteps approached the door.

I squeaked and darted away, throwing the sticky paper into the waste bin next to the desk. I threw myself on the couch, struggling to act normally as the door opened and my flush-faced mom emerged. There were a few white streaks on the door, but they weren't that noticeable.

Please say they weren't that noticeable.

“I want you back here an hour early tomorrow,” Ms. Petrov said. “I need more work done on my computer. But I will allow you to take your lovely daughter shopping.”

“Thanks, Ms. Petrov,” Mom said, her cheeks burning bright.

I noticed how my mom was dressed. The short skirt, the thigh-high stockings, the low-cut blouse. I thought she had maybe found someone at work she was interested in. She was dressing to please her lesbian boss.

Mom looked hot.

Ms. Petrov nodded and then shut her door in Mom's face. God, she was a cold bitch. What did Mom see in this woman? Was it just the sex? I could get that. I had some hot sex with my principal that was pure carnal bliss. And Victoria and Pita were my fuck buddies. Well, Pita was my sex friend because she thought fuck buddy sounded awful.

“Well, uh, shall we, Jenny,” Mom said, flustered and looking a little dazed. She didn't look at me. I recognized the squirms of guilt in her. She was hoping I didn't notice anything.

“Yeah, sure,” I said. Unable to help my light teasing, I added, “You okay? You look flushed.”

“Oh, well, I'm just not a big fan of this job,” my mom said. “Um, shall we get out of here before Ms. Petrov changes her mind.”

“Yeah, she'll have you on your knees working on her computer again, won't she?” I said, studying Mom.

“Something like that,” she muttered.

Mom wasn't acting like I expected if I had an orgasm that hot. She moved stiffly, her blonde hair sweeping about her shoulders. I got my red hair from Dad. We reached the elevator. I stared at Mom and I suddenly felt bad for her.

I hugged her from the side. I was almost her height now. I'd never realized that. I had grown almost as tall as my mom. Things felt different now. I wasn't a little girl but an adult. Barely. I kissed her cheek.

Tasted the faintest musk of spicy pussy.

“What's that for?” Mom asked, glancing at me with her blue eyes.

“Just wanting to let you know that I love you, Mom,” I said, smiling at her. “You looked like you needed a hug.” Ms. Petrov certainly didn't give her one.”

She turned and hugged me fully. Though I felt the press of her breasts, it wasn't a sexual hug. It was pure family. She kissed me on the cheek as the elevator descended. As it slowed, she broke away from me, her eyes misty.

Then my eyes were misty.

I cleared my throat. “So, clothes shopping.”

“Good thing I'm making more money,” Mom said, “so I can afford to buy you clothing that fits properly. You must be uncomfortable in your old panties.”

“Only around cute girls,” I said then blushed. Did I just say that before my mother?

“Mmm, I suppose that's normal for a boy. Why would a young futanari be any different?”

My ears burned.

As we drove to the store, Mom's good mood faded again. She grew more and dourer as she drove. She gripped the wheel, her cheeks pale now. She squirmed like she had a heavy weight pressing on her.

Was she really feeling that guilty for having sex with her boss?

Maybe she was like Wendy. My girlfriend was as conservative a Christian as Mom. Homosexuality was a sin, sex before marriage was bad, showing too much skin was inviting men into temptation, yadda yadda yadda. And there was Mom breaking all those things. She must be miserable, enjoying it and feeling guilty when it was over. Wendy had surrendered to the sex, overcome with lust for my futa-cock. I was a safe outlet for her lusts. She could pretend she wasn't gay because I had a cock.

Then she could pretend she wasn't gay because she was merely licking up my cum that just happened to be in Victoria's pussy. That happened earlier today. Wendy had kept licking long after she'd cleaned up all the jizz, indulging her lusts safely.

Could I do something like that? Find a way to help my mom enjoy the lesbian sex she was having with her icy boss. I thought about it, wondering how I could even broach the subject with her. It wasn't like I could say, “I heard you getting fucked by your boss's strap-on through the office door and found it so hot, I jerked off.”

Even if I left out the masturbation, that didn't seem like the best approach.

When we reached the mall, I still hadn't figured anything out. Mom spoke with a fake tone of enthusiasm as she climbed out, her skirt riding up to flash the top of her thigh-high stockings. She quickly shoved it down. Did Ms. Petrov make her wear those?

“So, Girls, Inc.?” she asked. “I think they'll have some cute panties that'll work for you.”

“Sure,” I said, pretending to be just as excited as she was, but I was worried for my mom. It was strange. I had never worried about her in my life. Even when Dad died, she was strong for my sisters and me. She had to hold us together.

Who was there for her? How lonely must she have been at night?

I took her hand, and she smiled at me. “That's nice. You haven't held my hand since you were a little girl.”

“Oh, well, just thought it would be nice,” I said, smiling at her.

For a moment, she wasn't faking her enthusiasm. She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, her breasts pressing into mine, then she pulled away and her true happiness vanished. That artificial joy was back in place. She squeezed me with a sweaty hand.

We strode into the mall. Maybe I'd figure something out shopping. I hardly noticed the stores we passed. Mom wasn't window shopping, either. No pausing to look at a cute pair of shoes or a fun dress. We were heading for Girls, Inc. as fast as we could. Her heels clicked and nylons whisked. My own flats smacked into the vinyl flooring, my skirt swirling.

Girls, Inc. had a bright, pink sign and windows full of petite mannequins modeling cute garb for high school and college girls to wear. The perfect things for a nineteen-year-old girl like me. We slipped through the anti-theft sensors and were confronted with racks of fun and flirty skirts that had a diagonal cut to the hem. One side would be up near my hip, the other down by my mid-thigh.

They were cute.

“Why, hello!” a perky girl with dyed-blonde hair said. She wore a blue halter top and a flirty, black skirt with a nametag pinned to the front of her round breasts. She had blue eyes set off by the silver ring piercing through her nose. She smiled. “You two look like you're in for some serious shopping.”

“Oh, well, yeah,” I said, blushing.

“My daughter Jenny needs new skirts and undergarments,” she said. “Something, er, roomier than her current collection of panties.”

“Roomier.” The salesgirl, her nametag read Adele, studied me. Then her eyes widened when she noticed the bulge in my skirt. “Oh, right, right. Well, I have to say, you do an amazing job passing. You're just a beautiful girl. We can find something that'll fit your, um, I really don't know how to say this.”

My cheeks burned. “I'm not trans,” I whispered. “I'm a girl.”

“Of course your a girl,” she said with a big, supportive smile. “No matter what you were assigned at birth, you are who you say you are. And I'll be sure to help you out.”

I said I wouldn't be in the closet. “No, no, I'm a futanari. I, er, have a clit-dick.” God, that was embarrassing to say in front of my mother. “It happened recently.”

“Futanari syndrome, really?” Adele asked with excitement surging in her voice. “Well, I mean, that's just fascinating.” She stepped in. “If you didn't know, we make a line of panties these days for transgirls to wear. You know, if they're pre-op. We don't have the biggest ***********ion, I'm afraid. We only have the occasional sale of those, but they come in so many wonderful and feminine styles.”

“That sounds perfect,” I said. “I didn't know that was a thing.”

“Some don't like tucking,” she said.

“It's not fun,” I said, glancing at Mom. “You know, especially at college. Things can get, uh...”

“Exciting?” Mom asked. Genuine amusement was in her eyes again. She glanced down at my bulge and her cheeks grew red. “I can imagine. All those girls around you.”

“Oh, so you're, like, a lesbian futa,” Adele said. “That's cool. I'm bi, so futas sound just amazing.”

I wanted to melt into the floor. This was getting way to personal to talk about in front of my straight-laced Mom who was...

Who was realizing she might be bi. Maybe this was what she needed.

“Oh, so you like both?” I asked as Adele led us through the store. “I used to like boys, and then zap. I was a futa and suddenly everything was all reversed.”

“Interesting,” Adele said. “There's just so much fun you can have if you try out both. A little bit of delight from a girl, and then a guy can give you that hard passion. I'm sure your mom knows about that.”

My mom cleared her throat. Then she said, “Oh, look at this skirt, honey. I bet this would be amazing.”

I turned around and saw the random skirt she pulled out. It was a stretchy miniskirt that would hug me like a second skin. “Um, I think a skirt that's not so tight would be better. I might get kicked out of college wearing that.”

“But you'd look hot in it, wouldn't she, Mom?” Adele asked.

Mom arched her eyebrow. “You're not asking if I think my daughter would look hot...?”

“Sure, Mom,” she said.

“It's, uh, Mrs. Riter,” Mom said. “I'm not your mother.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Adele said, smiling bright. “I was just having some fun. You're a little stiff, and only Jenny should be stiff. We're just three girls shopping.”

“I'm a futa,” I said.

“Close enough.” She bumped her shoulder into mine. “Now, here we are. This little corner.”

She pointed to the panties on display on a clear shelf. It had a sign above reading, “Dreamgirl Panties.” with the motto, “Become the girl you've always dreamed you could be.”

She plucked a pink pair of panties off and unfolded them. They were with a narrow waistband, maybe two of my fingers, but it was clear there was some extra material in the front, making a little pouch.

“You'll be right at home in there.”

“Thanks,” I said, beaming at her.

These looked perfect. There were only twelve different styles, compared to the about a hundred on display down the wall. I took the pink ones, of course, and they had it in light-blue and purple, as well. I found two that looked like they were in my size. There was a light-beige satin pair that looked delicious and a white one with black lace that looked more for a schoolgirl. I snagged two of those. I plucked up a flannel pair of boy shorts, and then found a racy red delight that was almost a thong in the back.

“Look, Mom, cheekies,” I said, holding the back up to her. The cloth that would cover the top part of my rump was lacy.

“Your butt would be hanging out of those,” Mom said, her cheeks blushing bright. She glanced at me, this distant look in her eyes. Was she picturing me in them?

“Mmm, I know,” I said. “They're called cheekies. Almost a thong, but in the front, enough material to keep me all tucked in.”

“I'm glad you're excited,” she said.

I was. This was perfect. They were all so delicious. I grabbed another pair of cheekies in the same style that was a rich purple. I skipped on a neon-green pair of panties and another that had purple polka dots. I did snag a deep-blue pair of panties that was cut like a triangular bikini in the front and back complete with the ties at the hips.

Then I had to buy more skirts. I couldn't wear any of my jeans or pants, and I had no interest in boys pants. I liked skirts. It made getting my cock out easier. We browsed through them and found some fun pleated skirts. I snagged a blue and purple one of those, then a couple of tennis skirts and one of those diagonally cut skirts. I had tops that would go great with all of them. I also picked up a few pair of tights for when it got cold. Those would be fine over my cock.

I headed back to the changing room with my skirts. Not the panties, of course. You didn't try on panties. I knew my size, and those would all fit me fine. While making those last choices, Adele had to leave us to help other customers.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, feeling amazing as I walked into the changing room.

“You're going to be beautiful,” Mom said, this strange look in her eyes.

A wave of guilt washed over me. I got so wrapped up in buying cute panties and skirts that I forgot I was supposed to be thinking about how to help her. I swallowed even as I entered the changing room and closed the door. I threw the skits over the top of it so I could take them off one by one and try them on.

I stripped out of my current skirt. My cock tented my panties. I was soft, mostly, so it wasn't a big deal. I adjusted myself and then drew on the first skirt. It was one of the pleated ones. The purple. I smoothed it down and stared at the mirror. I wiggled my hips and loved the way this skirt swayed, the pleats expanding and contracting.

I whirled around and stared at how it made my butt look.

“Mmm, you got a cute tush,” I said. I bent over a bit more, thrusting it out. I pictured Allie or Wendy seeing it. Even Mom. My dick throbbed in my panties, growing hard. I imagined wearing those cheekies beneath it and flipping up my skirt, flashing my hot ass at them.

I unzipped those. The purple and blue ones were definitely a keeper. Maybe I should grab that pink one, too. I bet it would go great with my black baby doll t-shirt I had. The two colors contrasting. Or my V-neck blouse.

I stepped out of the skirt and grabbed the diagonally cut one. I drew it on and groaned. It looked so sexy cutting at an angle across the front of my legs, showing off more of the left thigh than the right. My bulge was a little more noticeable, but I loved the way it hugged my cute tush.

A keeper, too.

I stripped that one off when I heard a sniffle.

I froze and glanced at the door. Through the louvered slats, I heard the sounds of crying. I tipped toed to it and pressed my ears against it. My mom was crying. Right here in the store. It must be going bad for her.

“What am I doing?” I heard her mutter between sobs.

I opened the door and found my mom straightening. She wiped at her face with her Kleenex and put on a fake smile. “How is it going?”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the changing room. I closed the door and it got cramped. We were almost touching. I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed. I stared into her blue eyes, veined red in spots.

“What's wrong, Mom?” I asked. “I heard you crying.”

“Nothing,” she said, looking away.

“Mom, it's not nothing.” I bit my lower lip. “Is it your work?”

“Yeah, just crude there.” She breathed in. “Don't you worry about it. It's adult things.”

“I'm an adult.”

She bit her lip.

I pressed closer to her, my breasts brushing hers. I lowered my voice. “Is it Ms. Petrov? Is she making you do things you don't want to do?”

“How do you...” She swallowed. “No, no. It's... She's making me do something that I want to do, I just shouldn't.”

I knew it. The guilt at enjoying lesbian sex.

I slid my arms around her and hugged her tight. I pressed my forehead against hers. I could feel her body against mine, all her curves. Her arms slipped around me, hesitant. She stared into my eyes, her breasts rising and falling against mine as her breathing quickened.

“I just want you to know that it's okay,” I said. “You know that I wouldn't think anything different of you if you did it.”

“You would,” she said.

“If you want to do it, then do it,” I told her. “Don't let what other people think hold you back. You're an awesome Mom. I'd love you no matter what.” Even if she got off on being her boss's lesbian slut.

She stared at me and the look changed in her eyes. A sudden surge of electricity ran through my body. My nipples hardened. My cock throbbed in my panties. A juicy heat built in my pussy. I was holding my mom tight. We were in the changing room. The urge to kiss her, to revel in my fantasies for her, was burning hot through me.

Only it was Mom who kissed me.

I gasped at the feel of my mom's mouth on mine. Her hot lips claimed my mouth. Confusion wreathed me for a moment. Then the heat burned through my body. I shuddered as her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her breasts felt so large against mine. My nipples throbbed against my bra and blouse. Her hands slid down to grab my ass through my panties, pulling my cock into her crotch.

“Jenny,” she moaned, breaking our kiss for a moment. Her lips claimed mine for another hot tousle. “Oh, Jenny, I've wanted you since it happened. I tried to fight it. To resist. To remind myself that you're my daughter. And then... and then...”

She kissed me hard. I shuddered as she pushed me back into the mirror. I felt the cool glass through my blouse and panties. I whimpered into her as she devoured my mouth. Her tongue danced through around mine. She kissed me with a feverish delight.

This was not what I expected to happen.

It was glorious.

I grabbed her ass, holding tight to her as her tongue plundered my mouth. The pleasure surged through me. This wicked heat that would have me bursting with delight. I groaned into her mouth. My tongue dueled with hers.

Teased hers.

Then she broke our and licked her lips. She stared at me with such hunger. “I have to suck your cock. I love doing that. Your father loved my mouth on his shaft, and I've missed him so much.”

“Sure,” I panted. “I've... I've wanted that, too. When I first masturbate,d I thought of you and Reverend August. Both of you naked with those big tits and sucking on my new cock.”

“Reverend August, huh?” Mom groaned. “She would not be happy with me for the things I'm lusting for.”

“No, she wouldn't,” I said. “Please, please, suck my girl-cock.”

“Just be quiet,” she said and kissed my lips again. A hard and hungry kiss that left me gasping when she broke it.

She slid to her knees before me. Her breasts dragged down my body. I groaned, realizing that she only started dressing sexily yesterday. When she gave me a ride to school, she was showing off her body to me. She was flirting with her attraction to me.

Maybe she'd wanted me to make the first move. Or to see if I was interested. To see if she could tempt me into what she wanted. So what was going on between her and Ms. Petrov? She said something about being forced to—

Mom pulled down my panties and grabbed my futa-cock as it popped out. Thought vanished from my mind. Her lips kissed the tip. Then she slid around them. I gasped as she engulfed the tip of my futa-dick and sucked.

It was incredible. An incestuous rush of bliss shot down my cock and through my body. I groaned, my head swaying from side to side as I experienced the wonderful delight of my mother's sucking mouth on my dick.

“Mom!” I panted, shocked by this. My breasts rose and fell in my constraining bra.

Her blonde hair swept around her mature and hungry face. She stared up at me with twinkling eyes as she bobbed her head up and down my cock. She worked those lush, red lips up and down my shaft. I felt the waxy coating of her lipstick. She left reddish streaks on my shaft.

My pussy clenched as my orgasm built so fast. I was coming closer and closer to that explosive rapture. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy clenching. My juices were dribbling down my thighs. I shifted, my panties bunched around my knees.

“You are incredible, Mom,” I moaned, my heart thundering in my chest. “Wow!”

Her head bobbed up and down my cock. She worked her mouth with skill, taking my thick cock as deep into her mouth as she could. Her hand slid around and grabbed my rump. She squeezed my ass. She held tight to me as she sucked with hunger on my futa-dick.

The pressure swelled and swelled in me. I groaned, my snatch clenching. Her mouth felt incredible about me. I sucked in deep breaths. The pleasure swelled faster and faster. The heat rippled through me. My fingers flexed, my toes curling in my flats.

Her fingers dug into my naked rump. She sucked and slurped on my cock. The pleasure rushed through me. This incestuous pleasure that would have me exploding in bliss. Her tongue danced around my cock. She teased me. Stimulated me.

It was incredible.

“Mom!” I groaned, staring down into her eyes. “Wow, you're a great cocksucker.”

She popped her mouth off my dick long enough to moan, “You think I didn't keep your father happy?”

I shuddered, picturing my mom blowing my dad. I didn't like that thought, so I pushed it down and focused on the bliss she gave me. This wonderful, forbidden pleasure that flowed down my cock to my pussy.

The woman who birthed me sucked on my cock. It was a rush. This must be what Pita felt with her mother the day before. My breasts rose and fell in my bra, my nipples aching. It felt so confining. So I grabbed the hem of my blouse and ripped it off.

Mom moaned around my girl-dick.

I grinned at her as I reached behind me. “Mmm, want to see your daughter's cute titties, don't you?”

She nodded, sucking hard.

“Yeah, you do. You are a perverted mommy.” I unhooked my bra and slipped my straps off my shoulders. With a flourish, I ripped my bra free and moaned, “Ta-da!”

She whimpered around my cock. Her eyes stared at my breasts. She dug her fingers into my rump and sucked with such passion. The pleasure swelled faster and faster. The bliss was about to burst out of me. I couldn't take much more of her sucking.

It was so hot. We were in the changing room. I gripped her blonde hair to hold her head tight. I stared into her glossy, blue eyes. My pussy clenched. Juices soaked my fiery bush. My sweet musk filled my nose. My nineteen-year-old ovaries brimmed with seed for her.

“Mom!” I gasped as I hit that peak, my dick throbbing in her mouth. “Swallow it all! Please!”

I exploded.

My cum fired into my mother's hungry mouth. I shuddered, my pussy convulsing hard and fast. The wild pleasure surged through me. My hair danced and swayed as I basted my mom's mouth with my spurting jizz. The pleasure rushed out of me. This incredible and wild bliss. It was amazing. I savored it. Stars danced before my eyes.

My heart pounded with pleasure. The rush of bliss surged hot and fast through me. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The rapture gushed out of me. It was this amazing flood of bliss that rushed down my thighs.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. My eyes fluttered. “Oh, Mom, you're amazing. You're wonderful. I love it, Mom!”

She sucked with hunger on my dick. She nursed and loved my dick. She drew out all my jizz erupting from my ovaries. The pleasure surged through my body. My pussy convulsed and writhed, adding waves of delight. The bliss shot out of my cock and threw my body. My toes curled as I basted my Mom's mouth with blast after blast of my cum.

My heart pounded in my chest. I drew in deep breaths. I fluttered my eyes. This bliss felt incredible. I loved cumming as a futanari. I shook my head, trickles of my juices spilling down my thighs. Mom sucked out the last of my cum.

My orgasm peaked. Died.

“Damn, Mom,” I panted. “Oh, wow, that's good. You're amazing, you know that?”

She slid her mouth off my cock and panted. She stared up at me then opened her mouth. I groaned at the sight of her thrusting out her tongue and proving she'd swallowed every drop. Then she swiped her tongue over her lips, gathering a few drops that had escaped.

“You are delicious,” she moaned. “Mmm, it's been so long since I've tasted cum.” She rose up and her hands squeezed my breasts. “And you're just so cute, Jenny. You've grown up into a beautiful woman.”

“Futa,” I panted.

“Yes.” My mom took a step back and then she began unbuttoning her low-cut blouse, revealing the lacy, gray bra she had on beneath. It held her large tits. “You are a sexy futa. When I caught a glimpse of your cock when you were at the hospital on Sunday, something changed in me. I stopped seeing you as my daughter. You became something to desire. I wanted to suck you so much. It consumed me.”

“Hence the thigh-high stockings and short skirts?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I bought them on a break that night. My boss, uh, let me run out to the store to buy them when I wasn't working on her computer.”

Was this the time to ask about Ms. Petrov? No, not when she was struggling out of that blouse. Her large tits swelled at the bra. She unfastened them in the front. Her tits sprang out. They were big and bountiful. They swayed together, the flesh rippling. The dark-red nipples I nursed on as a baby were hard. My mouth watered to suckle on them.

So I darted down and latched on one.

An incestuous rush ran through me as I nursed on her nipple. I loved the feel of her in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her. I teased her. Enjoyed her. She groaned, her hips wiggling back and forth. She made such wicked sounds that built the excitement in me.

I could hear her taking off her skirt. I wanted to keep suckling on her nub, but I also wanted to see what she had on beneath. I broke the kiss and smiled as a wispy pair of gray panties, almost a thong, clung to the shaved lips of her pussy.

“You have no hair,” I said, staring at the fabric. It was translucent right down to the start of her pussy and then grew opaque. “Wow.”

She blushed. “I, uh, heard about it at work and tried it out.”

Ms. Petrov had her do that. Kinky.

My mom than peeled those off and a new scent filled the changing room. Her tart passion. It mixed with my sweet musk. Her breasts swayed as she bent over, sliding her dainty panties over her thigh-high stockings. She didn't need a garter to hold them up. They clung to her thighs. She stepped out of her panties and then stared at me.

Our eyes met. This animalistic, incestuous electricity surged between us. A magnetic charge formed.

I was on her in a flash, pressing her against the changing room wall. Our lips kissed in mad passion, the salty flavor of my cum lingering in her mouth. Her large breasts pressed against my round breasts. Her hand shot between our bodies, grabbing my girl-dick pressed between our stomachs.

I whimpered and moaned into the wild kiss with my mom. Her hand pressed my cock down her body. I took a step back to let my dick slid down to her shaved pubic mound and then press into her juicy folds. To the entrance of her cunt.

I thrust into the pussy that birthed me.

A wild rush of incestuous bliss ran through me as I sank deeper and deeper into her tight cunt. Her arms wrapped around me, fingernails scratching at my back. She moaned into our lips with feverish passion. I shuddered as I bottomed out in her.

I was all the way inside of her.

This was all my fantasies of the last few days come to life.

Mom groaned. Her tongue dueled with mine. I kissed her hard. I swirled my tongue around inside of her mouth. I loved the taste of her. The feel of her pussy wrapped around my dick. I drew back, her sheath clenching on me.

We both groaned.

Heat pumped through my veins. My pussy clenched as I slammed back into her cunt. I buried deep and hard into her twat. She gripped me with silk. I reveled in it. My breasts pressed into her soft mounds. Her nipples rubbed hard just above mine.

I broke the kiss and stared into her blue eyes. “Mommy!”

“Yes, yes, Jenny!” she moaned. “Oh, that's incredible. You're in me. You're actually in me! And you're so thick.”

“You're so tight!” I pumped hard into her, reveling in my mother's cunt gripping me. This was the best shopping trip ever.

Her pussy squeezed around me. Massaged me. I groaned, drinking in every hard thrust into her snatch. I shuddered my cunt on fire. Juices ran down my thighs. I panted and moaned as I plowed into her. I buried hard into her.

Fast.

I rammed to the hilt in her cunt. I pumped away with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her again and again. She felt incredible about me. She held me in that tight, hot grip. She massaged me. I loved it. I savored every last moment of her pussy gripping me.

She was driving me wild.

I rubbed my nose into hers. I stared into her eyes as I thrust my cock with fast passion into her cunt. She whimpered and groaned. She squeezed hard on me. She held me tight. Her pussy massaged me.

Brought me closer to that wonderful moment of eruption.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she panted. “Oh, my god, Jenny! I'm going to cum on your cock!”

“Do it, Mommy!” I moaned, the heat in my pussy swelling. The pleasure flowing down my cock, created by her silky flesh, warmed my cunt. My ovaries brimmed with cum. “I'm going to explode in you, Mommy!”

“Yes!” she gasped and then shuddered.

Her body bucked. Her pussy writhed around me. My mom came. Her breasts rubbed into my tits me while I plowed into spasming cunt. Her twat rippled and writhed, her incestuous flesh sucking at my cock.

“Mommy!” I gasped and buried into her. I erupted.

“Jenny, yes!” my mother moaned.

Her pussy spasmed harder around my cock. My jizz pumped into her. My pussy convulsed. The pleasure surged through my body. Those amazing waves of rapture flowed out of my cunt while the jolts of ecstasy firing from my cock rode them. The two blisses surged into my mind.

I spasmed against my mom. I kissed her hard. Our tongues dueled as spurt after spurt of my incestuous futa-cum fired into her twat. Ripples of bliss washed out of my cunt. Euphoria jolted from my clit-dick.

I reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Hung there for one wondrous second.

I groaned as I fired the last blast of cum into Mom's pussy. Her flesh rippled around me as we shuddered together. Our naked breasts were pressed tight, her large tits so lush and soft against my round mound. I loved the feel of her convulsing around me as her own incestuous pleasure died.

“Oh, Jenny, yes,” she moaned after breaking our kiss. “That was incredible. I don't care that—”

“What is going on in there?” an angry voice demanded. “You've been in there too long, and now there's moaning?”

The louvered door of the changing room popped open. Adele stood there. Her jaw dropped at the sight of us pressed together. The color faded from her face. She took a step back as I groaned. She knew that I was fucking my mother.

We were busted.

To be continued...

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