Chapter 3: Rebecca’s Bondage Surprise

October 14th, 2041 – Rebecca Miller

My stomach clenched while ice seemed to spill down my spine. Everyone else at the breakfast table, my half-sister, my mother, Anya, and Ramona were oblivious to what Lizzie had just sent me. Lizzie, a black-haired girl of eighteen, had a grin on her face as she held her phone. She, along with Anya and Ramona, was my sister’s friends. They had spent the night to celebrate Brita turning eighteen.

Lizzie new the naughty things I had done. That my mother and I had sex last night.

Wild, kinky, naughty sex. Lizzie had photos she texted Mom and me embracing, kissing, our naked bodies pressed tight. There was a pic of me nursing from my mother’s lactating breasts. Of my futa-cock slamming to the hilt in the pussy that had birthed me.

It was proof of our incestuous relationship.

“What do you want?” I texted back, struggling to control my panic.

“So, what did you and my sister do?” Brita asked, staring at Ramona. I just had sex with Ramona, the second one of my sister’s friends that I had fucked this weekend.

“She busted out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold,” Ramona said.

“Kinky,” my sister said. “Ooh, you’re a futa-player, aren’t you, Rebecca?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, staring at my phone while Lizzie casually texted with hers. This weight crushed me and my half-sister was babbling away.

“It was hot,” Ramona said. “She even licked my pussy clean after fucking me.”

“Wow,” my sister said.

“She did that to me, too,” Anya said.

My stomach squirmed. That was actually my mom both times. She snuck into my room last night while I was showering to devour Anya’s deflowered pussy. It was how I learned my mom wanted to do things with me. Then this morning, when Ramona wanted to have a romp with me, Mom suggested the blindfold and handcuffs. Ramona had no idea Mom was in the room doing things with her, and me.

“I want you and your mom to come over to my house this afternoon and have fun,” Lizzie texted. “Relax. I’m not going to rat you out or anything. I think incest is hot. I want to share it with you.”

“You promise not to tell anyone. Like my sister!” Brita couldn’t know that I was having sex with our mother. After Mom had her one-night stand with my futa-mother, Becky Woodard, she married Vern. They had Brita two years after I was born. Vern passed away a few years ago. He was a great step-father.

“I promise,” Lizzie texted back. “I don’t want to ruin the fun.”

Some of the tension in my shoulders relaxed. I lowered my phone while my mom laughed at something Ramona said. I put my phone away and stared down at the chocolate-chip pancakes Brita and her friends made while I was upstairs having fun with Mom and Ramona.

“So, when are you and Lizzie going to hook up?” Mom asked, staring across the table.

I shrugged. “I have homework to do.”

“Yeah,” Lizzie said, “I got to get home soon. My parents want me to mow the lawn before they take off for their dumb office party. They don’t trust me not to do it after they leave.”

“I wouldn’t trust you either,” said Brita.

Lizzie sighed. “If our yard didn’t have so many bushes in it, we could have an auto lawnmower. But the AIs on those things just never do it right. Not good enough for dad.” She smiled. “Maybe you can come over to my house this afternoon.”

“Uh, maybe,” I said.

“You’ll love it,” Ramona said. “My boyfriend’s going to freak when he hears I fucked a futa. I should have taped it.”

“I’m not interested in being in porn,” I said, still feeling off-balanced by all of this. My futa-mother, the world’s first futa, had really changed things with her hyper-sexuality. Every woman she fucked had a futa-daughter, and she fucked up to a dozen women in a day.

I had thousands of sisters all around the world. Curious women were always wanting to have sex with me. It was fun, but now ... Now I just wanted my mom. She was a lot of fun. The best lover I ever had.

Not long after, the girls fled, gabbing as they head upstairs to dress. Brita’s friends had to get going. It left Mom and me alone. Swallowing, I leaned over the table. “Um, Lizzie knows about us.” “Oh?” Mom said, her eyes widening. “You mean... ?”

“She caught us last night.” I leaned back in the chair. “Why don’t I close the door? I was so caught up with you and...” I sighed.

“What is she going to do?” Mom asked, her voice tight. She licked her lips, her features paling. She leaned down, her black hair slipping off her shoulders and spilling down the front of her housecoat.

“She wants to have a threesome with us at her parents’ house.” I swallowed. “This afternoon.”

“Oh,” Mom said. Then her eyes brightened. “Mmm, this time I don’t have to hide and not moan out. That was hard when you were fucking my asshole while I feasted on Ramona.”

My cheeks warmed.

“Okay, well, it seems like an easy, and fun, price to pay,” Mom said. She stood up and began collecting plates like this was an ordinary Saturday morning breakfast.

“You are a lot ... kinkier than I thought.”

Mom gave an earthy grin. “I was your age when I had you. Your generation didn’t invent sex or anything. The things me and your father would do while you girls were sleeping...”

An aching emptiness stretched out the air around us. I shifted. I could feel the absence Vern left in all our lives. I shifted on the table, my heart pounding in my chest. I swallowed, my fingers flexing and relaxing.

“He’d want you to be happy,” I said.

“With you?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Maybe he’d find it hot.”

Mom threw back her head and laughed. It was such a delight. “I bet he would. He had a pervy streak in him.” She sighed. “Please don’t think I’m trying to replace him with you, Rebecca.”

“I know you don’t,” I said. “I’m glad to make you happy, Mom.”

“Mmm, you do.” She set down the plates in the kitchen and came back in. She knelt before me. “You have no idea how much you do.”

I gasped as she shoved up my tennis skirt, exposing my panties. My futa-dick was swelling in them. I could hear movement upstairs. This was so wild. Then she jerked my panties down. Her mouth engulfed the tip of my girl-dick.

My pussy clenched as the incestuous bliss shot down it. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This wild passion surged around me. My snatch clenched as a dizzying wave swept over me. It was incredible to feel.

Her lips worked up and down my shaft. She sucked hard, with an intensity that made me clench my fist. My mother moaned about my cock. Her tongue swabbed it. This bliss flowed through me. My heart pounded in my chest.

Juices dripped down my thighs.

“Damn,” I groaned, panting as she loved me. “That’s—”

Footsteps thudded down the stairs. My mom pulled her mouth off my dick. I squeaked and struggled to pull up my panties, pinning my cock against my skirt as I spun around, putting my back to the dining room entrance.

“Hey, Mom,” Brita said, my sister’s voice sounding sweet, “I’m going to hang out at Anya’s. Probably study for awhile then go to the mall to do some shopping.”

“Oh, sure, honey,” Mom said, standing up as I played with the front of my skirt.

“Um, what were you doing kneeling, Mom?”

“Just ... dropped my contact,” Mom said. She blinked her eye. “I found it.”

“Yep,” I said, shoving my skirt down over my cock, my panties only half-covering it.

“And that’s why you’re standing so weird, Rebecca?” Brita asked.

I smiled at her over my shoulder. I couldn’t let her see my bulge. “Yep.”

“Okay,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, bye, Mom. Rebecca! Thanks for the awesome birthday party!”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

I sighed a relief when she was gone.

Once the house was empty, Mom finished that blowjob. It was amazing.

Around 2 PM, Mom and I arrived at Lizzie’s house. She texted me the moment her parents left, begging me to come over. Mom was eager, too. She was wearing a sundress with nothing on beneath. “Why waste any time,” she’d giggle. “We’re here to get wild.”

She was like a girl, bubbly and excited as we stepped up to the porch. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties. My dick twitched. Footsteps padded to the door, then it opened revealing Lizzie dressed in a leather corset of all things. It cupped her small breasts, leaving her nipples exposed. It hugged the curve of the eighteen-year-old girl’s waist. She wore thigh-high boots to complete the look. My eyes fell on her pussy, her labia thick and thrusting out in a ridge of glistening flesh from her shaved mons.

“Oh, my,” Mom said. “That is ... quite the outfit, Lizzie.”

“Did you know my parents have a sex dungeon?” the girl asked, her eyes bright. “I’ve brought a few girls down to play with when my parents weren’t around, but never a futa. This will be so much fun.”

“Sex ... dungeon?” I asked.

“Yeah, some bondage and little spanking,” she said, grinning. “You’re a big college girl. You can handle it.”

I swallowed. “Yeah, I can.” I handcuffed Ramona, and she found it hot. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Mmm, this will be fun. Your father used to handcuff me to the bed and have his way with me.” Mom bumped her hip against mine. “Maybe next time you’re home from college, we can convince Brita to spend the night at a friend’s house and you can do the same to me.”

My futa-dick was rock-hard in my panties, my pussy soaking the crotch. “I think I’d like that, Mom.”

“Oh, my god, you two are so hot together,” Lizzie said. She may be dressed like a dominatrix, but she squealed like an eighteen-year-old girl at a boy band concert, like Latin Five or The Cross.

They were big when I was in high school. Were they still?

Lizzie grabbed our hands and dragged us through her house. I hadn’t been over and hardly had time to drink in the modern ascetics. It was clean, with a lot of whites and beige. Before I knew it, we were at a staircase that led down to the dungeon.

Of course, it was in the basement.

My pussy became wetter, my dick throbbed harder, and my stomach grew tighter. Nerves and lust shot through me as we descended to a black-painted door. Lizzie grinned and thrust it open onto a room painted black.

No, it was covered in black acoustic foam. The carpet was thick beneath my feet. My heart raced as I saw a shelf covered in flails and whips and paddles. Each one looked like they were set down with care, almost like paraphernalia on an altar. Another shelf held various handcuffs and small clamps.

I blushed when I realized where those would go.

From the center of the room hung a pair of manacles bolted to the ceiling and a sex swing right before it. I linked at that. I had never used a sex swing before. I heard about them. They were supposed to be ... exciting.

“Oh, my, this is impressive,” Mom said. “I had no idea your parents were into this.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure ‘office party’ is their code for BDSM orgy or something,” Lizzie said. “But it lets us have their dungeon free for our fun.” She grabbed a blindfold off another shelf, a black mask trimmed in red lace. “I feel inspired by Ramona. Your turn, Rebecca.”

I swallowed and then shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Ramona loved it.”

“Mmm, she did,” Mom purred. “She had no idea I was in the room with them.”

“Oooh, your mom is naughty,” purred Lizzie. “I love it.”

“Yeah, she’s a kinky one,” I said as Lizzie pushed the blindfold into my hands. Her fingers brushed mine. “Okay, get naked, then we’re going to have fun.”

While I was still playing with the blindfold, Mom was unzipping her dress and slipping out of it. She wiggled her shoulders and then her big breasts appeared. They swayed as she worked her dress over her hips. The fabric dropped it to the floor.

“Oh, you are gorgeous as I imagined, Mrs. Miller,” moaned Lizzie. She grabbed my mom’s breast and nuzzled her face between them. The naughty girl kneaded them, reveling in them. My pussy soaked my panties.

Then Lizzie latched onto a nipple and suckled.

As I finally started stripping, Lizzie popped her mouth off. “Oh, wow, you’re lactating. That was breast milk.”

“I wanted to have a surprise for my futa-daughter when she came home,” said Mom, flashing me a naughty look. I shuddered, swallowing at the smoky quality of it.

Lizzie dove her head back down, her black hair swaying, and latched on. The petite girl suckled. She moaned in delight, nursing from my mother’s breast. I remembered that creamy treat, the result of a new medical procedure developed out of research into my futa-mother’s hyper-sexuality and its causes.

I peeled off my top, my naked breasts coming out, round and jiggling. Then I peeled off my tennis skirt and panties in a single go, freeing my engorged futa-cock. It thrust from the shaved folds of my pussy. My pink lips wrapped around the base of my erect shaft. It was long and thick, throbbing hard with my excitement.

Lizzie glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as she nursed. Her cheeks bulged as she suckled, drinking down my mother’s breast milk. An envious rush shot through me. I trembled, my futa-dick throbbing while my hands gripped the blindfold.

The girl popped her mouth off. “Okay, put on the blindfold and then just let me guide you into place.” She gave a girlish squeal, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, Rebecca, this is going to be so much fun. I had the naughtiest idea for a game we can play with your mom.”

“Ooh, I’m intrigued,” Mom said. “Go on, honey. I won’t let her do anything too bad to you.”

The nervousness only seemed to fuel my excitement, like it made it more visceral. I pulled on the sleeping mask; the world became black. No light bled through the velvet. The mask fit snug around my face. Suddenly, my heart sounded so loud, thundering in my ears, and my breathing noisy. I could hear them whispering and then a giggle. Movement swept around me, the air currents caressing my naked body.

A hand grabbed my left wrist. “Okay,” Lizzie purred, standing right beside me, “just relax, Rebecca. This will be fun.”

“Sure,” I said, the strain of fear making my dick ache more. Being blindfolded enhanced my other senses. Her fingers felt wonderful on my wrist.

She moved me a few feet to my left by the sex swing. Then she lifted my right arm into the air. I groaned at the brush of the leather cuff of the manacle. She wrapped it around my wrist, pulling it tight. I shuddered. I was about to be helpless.

I could stop this. I knew I could, but ... The fantasy of being at the mercy of Lizzie and my mother was exhilarating. Helpless. Unable to stop them from doing any naughty, kinky things to my body. My tits. My ass. My pussy.

My futa-cock.

I groaned as Lizzie raised my other arm and brought my wrist up to the manacle. The leather was cool against me. I shuddered as she tightened it. Her body pressed against me, her small tits brushing my breasts. My cock caressed across her thighs.

“Mmm, there you are,” she said. “Now you’ve been a naughty futa, haven’t you?”

“I ... I have,” I moaned.

SMACK!

I gasped at the stinging impact on my rump. It sent this warmth through me. This delicious heat that made my futa-dick twitch. I shifted, the manacles rattling over my head. I groaned at the pain melting down into my juicy pussy.

“Ooh, I never spanked her as a girl,” said Mom. “Maybe I should have. Then she wouldn’t have seduced her poor, innocent mother.”

CRACK!

I gasped, knowing that it was my mom’s hand that hit my other butt-cheek. My futa-dick bounced before me as this wicked heat swept through my body. I groaned, my heart racing in my chest. My pussy ached, a line of cream dribbling down my thighs.

“I didn’t seduce you,” I moaned.

“Oh, who came to my door last night?” Mom asked.

SMACK!

“Ooh, yes, that sounds like seduction,” purred Lizzie, her hand lingering on my rump. She squeezed me as the pain spread into burning warmth across my rump.

“Definitely,” Mom said.

CRACK!

I groaned as her hand landed on my left butt-cheek. My rump clenched and my pussy ached. My dick twitched and throbbed with my heartbeat. I swayed. I couldn’t see them, only hear them around me, moving, their bodies brushing me.

A hand touched my hip.

SMACK!

A finger stroked across my stomach.

CRACK!

A digit ran down my spine.

SMACK!

They took turns spanking me. They applied them one after the other, my ass growing hotter and hotter while their fingers stroked me. Caressed me. I whimpered and groaned, never knowing where the next naughty touch could be.

CRACK!

Across my areola, circling my nipple.

SMACK!

Running across the tip of my aching futa-dick, smearing precum into the spongy crown.

CRACK!

Caressing up my side to my underarm, leaving me gasping and squirming and whimpering.

SMACK!

The chains creaked over my head while my fingers flexed.

I shuddered and moaned, “I was such a bad futa, Mommy!”

“Yes, you were,” she purred.

CRACK!

Her hand landed on my rump, the stinging pain melting to my cunt. My juices ran down my thighs, tickling me.

A finger ran up my inner thigh, gathering up my sweet pussy juices. I heard sucking.

SMACK!

I swayed, drunk on this moment. My shoulders ached, but I didn’t beg to be freed. I liked being trapped and played with.

This was exciting.

Exhilarating.

CRACK!

“Mmm, you were such a bad futa-daughter last night,” Mom purred. “Weren’t you?”

“I was!” I moaned. “I fucked you so hard, Mom! I pounded you. Ooh, your pussy felt amazing around my dick!”

SMACK!

I gasped and thrust forward and ... My dick nudged against someone’s flesh. Leather creaked before me. Chains rattled that weren’t my manacles. A hand grabbed my cock. I shuddered as I was pressed forward. I brushed silky pubic hair and then a pussy was sliding over my shaft.

Someone was on the sex swing. I groaned at the feel of a hot cunt engulfing my girl-dick to the hilt. My ass burned at that wonderful feeling. It was incredible. I bottomed out in the hot cunt, the ticklish pubic hair brushed my labia again, teasing me. Then, as the swing swayed, the pussy slid an inch or two up my cock before sliding back down.

It was heaven. I groaned and shuddered. I stood there as the sex swing’s chains creaked. The pussy slid up and down my cock again. It was an amazing experience. Tight and juicy. This amazing twat that squeezed around my cock.

Was it my mother’s incestuous pussy or Lizzie’s barely legal cunt?

“Who is it?” I moaned.

“Guess,” Lizzie said, sounding like she was right in front of me.

“Oh, yes, who is on your cock,” Mom said, her voice sounding like it came from the same place and...

One of them was pushing the swing, working that juicy pussy up and down my cock. My fingers clenched. My pussy drank in the heat as I had to concentrate. My ass burned from their spankings, my dick throbbing in that glorious pussy.

I struggled to think, to focus on whose pussy this was. It was tight and juicy around my big futa-dick. It felt incredible. Silky thighs rubbed against my hips as the sex swing creaked. It was so hot feeling her cunt sliding up my cock and then back down it, that ticklish bush rubbing against my pussy and...

Bush... ?

“Mom!” I groaned in delight. That wonderful heat surged down my cock. “That’s you, Mom.”

My mother let out a throaty laugh. “It is. It’s the pubic hair, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned as her arms went around my head.