Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 30: Better than Happy Hour
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 30: Better than Happy Hour - 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
Better than Happy Hour - Friday, March 20, Late afternoon
I approached Carol in the afternoon, “I want you to do something for me.”
“Sure. Is everything okay?”
“Better than okay,” I said, unlocking my car door. “Follow me home.”
She didn’t ask questions. The drive was short, and the second we pulled into the driveway I let my control slip. The air thickened with my scent. Carol moaned behind me as she climbed out of her car. We barely made it inside. David was in the kitchen, still in his workout shorts, when we burst through the door. One look at my face and he grinned. “Bedroom?”
“Door open,” I told him, already unbuttoning my blouse. “Jessica’s still out.”
We stripped as we moved. By the time we reached the bed I was naked, my six-inch cock standing stiff and leaking, my pussy dripping down my thighs. David shed his shorts and lay back, thick cock already hard. Carol dropped between his legs first, sucking him deep while I straddled his chest and fed him my cock. He moaned around it, tongue working the underside.
Carol climbed up and sank onto David’s cock with a wet sound. I shifted forward so she could lick my pussy while she rode him. Her tongue dragged through my folds and up the length of my shaft in long, hungry strokes. David’s hands gripped my ass, pulling me down so he could suck my pussy while Carol worked my cockhead.
We moved together for what felt like hours—Carol switching between us, David thrusting up into her while I fucked her mouth, then Carol on her back with David pounding her and me straddling her face so she could tongue my pussy and suck my cock at the same time. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and our voices.
“Fuck, Mary, your cock tastes so good,” Carol gasped between licks.
“Take it deeper, baby,” David urged, voice rough. “Let her fill your throat.”
I was close when the front door opened. Footsteps in the hall. Then Jessica’s voice, soft and surprised: “Oh my god. Mrs. K?”
She stood in the doorway, eyes wide, cheeks flaming, then turned and fled. Carol froze mid-thrust, David’s cock still buried inside her. I slid off the bed slowly, my cock bobbing wet and shiny.
“Stay here,” I told them quietly. “I’ll handle it.”
Jessie was in her room. I found her sitting on the edge of her bed, hands over her face. I closed the door behind me and sat beside her.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to ... I just ... Mrs. K was there and I...”
I reached over and gently pulled her hands down. “It’s okay, baby. Come with me.”
She let me lead her back down the hall. When we stepped into the bedroom Carol was sitting up, flushed and beautiful, red hair wild. David watched from the pillows, cock still hard against his stomach.
“Jessie,” I said softly, “apologize to Carol for running off like that.”
Jessie’s face burned, but she stepped forward. “I’m sorry, Mrs. K. I shouldn’t have just ... left like that.”
Carol’s eyes widened, then a slow, delighted smile spread across her face. “Holy shit. You’re fucking your daughter too?” She laughed, low and warm. “Come here, baby girl.”
She reached out and pulled Jessie onto the bed. Jessie went willingly, shy but already breathing faster. Carol kissed her, slow and deep, then guided Jessie’s hand between her legs. “Feel how wet I am from letting your mom fuck me. Touch me.”
Jessie’s fingers slid through Carol’s thick red bush and found her slick folds. Carol moaned and kissed her again, guiding Jessie down until her mouth was on Carol’s pussy. David moved behind Jessie, hands gentle on her hips as he kissed her shoulder.
I watched them for a moment, my cock throbbing, then climbed onto the bed and pulled Carol’s head toward me. She opened her mouth and took me deep while Jessie licked her. The room filled with new sounds—Jessie’s soft moans against Carol’s cunt, Carol’s wet sucking on my cock, David’s low encouragement as he stroked Jessie’s back.
David moved behind Jessie, flipped up her tennis skirt, pulled the tennis pants down to her knees and slid into her.
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