Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 28: Dressing Up
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 28: Dressing Up - I never set out to become a hedonistic, promiscuous hermaphrodite, but once it happened, I embraced every inch of the change without a single regret.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Father Daughter Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Dressing Up - Thursday, March 19, Evening
I came through the front door still damp from the office air and found Jessie already changed into her workout gear. I changed into a sports bra and some yoga pants and we went to the basement.
Her ponytail swung as she stretched, the thin fabric of her sports bra stretched tight over her medium breasts, nipples poking through. My own nipples hardened instantly.
David was upstairs on a call, so the house felt ours. We started with squats. Every time Jessie dropped low I watched the way her ass flexed. She caught me looking and smiled, cheeks pink. I felt the first warm pulse between my legs and fought to keep my clit-cock soft. I was getting better at control, but the sight of my daughter in tight shorts still tested me.
Halfway through push-ups her sports bra rode up. I saw the underside of her breasts, the soft curve, the faint sheen of sweat. My clit twitched once, thickening. Jessie noticed. Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge in my leggings.
“Mommy’s getting hard again,” she whispered.
“Focus on the set,” I answered, but my voice came out rough.
We finished the circuit sweaty and breathing hard. Jessie stripped her top off right there and tossed it aside. Her breasts bounced free, nipples stiff. I peeled my own clothes away, letting my heavier tits swing, the new cock half-hard and curving upward between my thighs. We headed upstairs naked, towels over our shoulders.
The shower steamed quickly. Jessie stepped under the spray first, water sliding down her athletic body. I followed and dropped straight to my knees on the wet tile.
“Pee on me,” I told her, looking up.
Her eyes widened. “Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
She bit her lip, hesitated, then spread her stance. A hesitant golden stream arced out and hit my chest first, warm and sharp-scented. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. Most of it splashed across my tongue. I swallowed what I could, the taste strong and intimate. Jessie’s flow slowed. I leaned in and licked the last drops from her puffy lips, tongue flicking over her clit.
She moaned and sank down with me. We kissed, sharing the taste. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, chasing the urine flavor.
“Your turn,” she breathed against my lips. I stood. My cock had stiffened fully now, six inches of thick, veined flesh jutting from where my clit used to be. Jessie wrapped her fingers around the base and aimed it at her face. I let go. Hot piss sprayed across her cheeks, her open mouth, her tongue. She swallowed noisily, eyes locked on mine. When the stream slowed she took the head between her lips and drank the last spurts directly.
We kissed again, piss-wet and trembling. Water rinsed us clean while we held each other.
“I liked that,” Jessie admitted, voice small. “Felt so dirty. So close.”
“We can do it again,” I promised. “Anytime you want.”
We toweled off and moved to the bedroom.
“Let’s tease your dad.” I opened the lingerie drawer and chose matching sets. “Let’s wear just these and some heels to supper.”
Mine was black lace: a sheer bra that barely contained my larger breasts, the crotchless panties framing my cock and balls. Jessie picked red. The tiny thong disappeared between her cheeks; the bra pushed her tits up into perfect handfuls. We helped each other dress, fingers lingering on skin.
Downstairs David was setting the table. He looked up when we entered. His eyes traveled over Jessie first, then me. The fork in his hand paused mid-air.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
Dinner was grilled salmon and asparagus. Conversation stayed light at first, but Jessie and I kept shifting, crossing legs, leaning forward so our tits threatened to spill. My cock stayed half-hard, the head peeking through the open crotch of my panties whenever I moved. David kept glancing down. His own cock pressed visibly against his jeans.
Jessie “accidentally” dropped her napkin and bent to retrieve it, ass high, thong string pulled tight between her cheeks. David groaned. I reached under the table and squeezed his thigh, then slid higher until my fingers brushed the thick ridge of his erection.
“Eat your vegetables,” I told him sweetly.
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