Chapter 2: Alyessa’s Naughty MILF Affair

November 12nd, 2045 – Alyessa Howards

“So you just had your first time with a MILF in your neighborhood,” said Adelia Tash, the beautiful talk show host that was interviewing me about the book I wrote, Accepting Being Futa in a Post Becky World. She had such gorgeous coffee-brown skin and a lovely smile.

I saw why my futa-mother, President Becky Woodward, liked to come on this show. Adelia helped me feel relaxed and free to talk about my life.

“Yes, with Mrs. Adams,” I said, lying about the name of the woman. Her real name was Mrs. Minx, my best friend’s married mother, a woman I’d known my entire life. “It was passionate, incredible, and it scared me.”

“Scared you?” asked Adelia, leaning closer. Her perfume filled my nose. My dick swelled hard in my panties, cut and styled to be worn by a futa and fit our extra bits. I didn’t tuck my dick any longer. I was past that part of my life. “How? It sounded like you loved it.”

“Well, the genie was out of the bottle,” I said, wincing at using such a cliched phrase. I was supposed to be a writer now. I mean, I had my own book. It was on the New York Times Bestseller List and was number one in numerous categories on Amazon. “I had discovered how amazing my futa-cock was. It frightened me because I wanted more and...”

“And?” Adelia asked.

“Well, I don’t want to spoil it for your audience,” I said, glancing at the cameras streaming our interview across the world. “Let’s just say, she gossiped. She told all her friends about it, including Ms. Bates and Mrs. Carson.” Other fictitious names. I didn’t want to reveal what some of the women in my town were up to. Jefferson was small, and several of them were married.

“Give us a taste,” Adelia said, a big grin spreading across her plump lips.

I shuddered and remembered back seven years ago when I was eighteen...

August 18th, 2036

Two days after losing my virginity to Mrs. Minx, I was sitting on Jasmine’s bed. “I just have to take a quick shower,” my friend said. Of course, she wasn’t ready when she told me to show up. “I’ll be right back.”

Jasmine darted out of her room and scampered down the hallway. My friend didn’t know the meaning of “quick.” She would have to do her makeup. I was in for at least a twenty-minute wait. We were supposed to be shopping.

“She’s such a scatterbrain, isn’t she?” purred a sultry voice from the doorway.

My heart sped up. I looked up to see Mrs. Minx leaning in the doorway wearing a silky robe that clung to her busty figure. Her blonde hair spilled about a hungry, mature face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Nipples hardened against the thin cloth.

My taped up futa-dick twitched against my shaved pussy. It was the first time I’d seen the MILF since our backyard romp. She’d known I was a futa all my life. Hiding my girl-cock hadn’t worked on Mrs. Minx. She wanted it. She was aching for it. She hoped I’d come onto her. When I didn’t, she’d arranged her own seduction.

I could still remember the feel of her breasts beneath my hand as I rubbed tanning lotion on them. Her nipples hard against my palms, her flesh so soft beneath my clenching fingers. My pussy grew wetter, my dick throbbing against the tape.

“Mrs. Minx,” I groaned as she sauntered into the room, my cheeks burning. I squirmed.

“Are you getting hard and wet?” she asked, licking her lips. Her fingers casually undid the ties holding close the royal blue robe. It opened, revealing her naked flesh. A strip that ran from between her lush mounds to her shaved pussy.

Not a tan line to be seen.

Her juices glistened on her engorged labia. A bead of her cream ran down her thighs. I groaned as my futa-dick shot to its full erection. I had it tucked lengthwise along my pussy and taped in place. It grew painful as it fought to break free, held in place by my normal pair of panties I wore beneath my skirt.

“Mrs. Minx!” I gasped as she sauntered closer, her breasts swaying, flashes of her dusky areolas peeking out. “Your daughter’s in the house!”

The shower hissed on. The house was old. You could feel the water gurgling through the pipes, shuddering for a moment.

“She’s busy,” the MILF moaned, her robe sliding off her shoulders, her tan, lush body unveiled to me. Her wedding ring glinted on her finger. “Mmm, and you can’t go shopping with a hardon. Let me take care of you. I wouldn’t want Jasmine to figure out what you are.”

“Mrs, Minx,” I groaned, whimpering. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be running out of here, not grabbing my skirt and pulling it up my thighs. I couldn’t help myself. I had a taste of the true pleasure my cock could give me. My pussy had been teased.

This naughty MILF had popped my cherry with her fingers while I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy. Right there in her backyard. Now that I knew just how amazing sex was, my body wanted more even as my heart squeezed beneath the guilt.

If Jasmine found out I was fucking her mom ... That I was lying to her about what I was all these years...

I didn’t want to hurt my friend. I was so aware of her just in the other room, washing her nubile body as her mother sat down on the bed beside me. Mrs. Minx leaned back, her pillowy breasts forming two jiggling mounds. Her legs parted. That exciting, sweet delight filled my nose. Her pussy juices made my dick throb.

“Just pull it out and slide it in,” moaned Mrs. Minx. “I need you in me again. You’re incredible. I’ve always dreamed of having a futa. You were better than I could imagine, Alyessa. I need more. Look at how wet I am. I don’t need foreplay.” She gave a wicked giggle. “After all, we’re in a hurry.”

I glanced at the wall. Groaned. I’m so sorry, Jasmine, whispered through my mind as I stood up and bunched my skirt around my waist.

The MILF licked her lips, staring at me as I shoved down my cream colored panties. I unveiled my cock taped to my pussy, my juices marinating my shaft. The beige costume tape holding my cock in place ripped free.

I gasped in relief as my engorged futa-dick sprang out before me. A flick of precum flew from the tip and splattered across the MILF’s heavy tits. She swept up a drop and brought it to her lips, moaning in delight, her legs spreading wider.

“Come on,” she moaned, squirming on her daughter’s pink comforter. “Just slide into me. Make me explode on that dick.”

I pounced on her, a slave to my lusts.

She grabbed my futa-dick with greedy delight. I groaned as she pulled me towards the wet folds of her pussy. The moment I felt her engorged labia caressing the tip of my cock, my hips thrust forward. I buried to the hilt in her juicy cunt’s depths.

She groaned as I speared into her. Her pussy clenched around me. A wave of heat surged down my shaft to my snatch. This pounding thudded in my chest. I whimpered, my pussy clenching and relaxing as the rapture surged through me. I groaned as I buried into her, that wonderful pussy sliding along my cock.

Pleasure rippled through my body. I whimpered as I slid deeper and deeper into her cunt. My breasts swayed in my bra and blouse as I leaned over her. I stared down at the naked, married woman, joy bursting across her face.

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing around my futa-dick as I bottomed out in her, my pussy lips rubbing against hers. Her thighs locked around my waist. “Mmm, fuck me, Alyessa! Pound me.”

“Shush!” I hissed, glancing at the wall even as my cock drew back, sliding through her juicy, married depths. “Jasmine!”

“Mmm, right, right,” the MILF moaned, her pussy caressing my dick. The friction turned into rapture that flowed down my shaft and into my pussy. “It’s just ... you’re so big. So hard. Ooh, fuck me, Alyessa!”

She moaned too loudly as I rammed back into her. Her breasts jiggled as my pussy smacked into hers. A tingle ran through my labia, meeting the rush of ecstasy spilling down my cock. My heart hammered, the fear of getting cock feeding my excitement.

Jasmine could finish her shower and find us at any moment. She could walk in and see me pumping away at her mother’s cunt. I thrust harder, the bedsprings creaking as Mrs. Minx shuddered beneath me, her pussy squeezing and relaxing on my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me with that cock!” the MILF moaned, her hands sliding up my beneath my tank top fingernails caressing my skin. “Mmm, ram that dick into me! I’ve been thinking about your clit-dick since we made love!”

“Quiet!” I whimpered, my cock pumping in and out of her, that aching swell growing at the tip, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My ovaries drank in the sensation of plunging again and again into her juicy snatch. “Please.”

“I’m sorry it’s just ... Yes!” She shuddered, a huge smile crossing her lips. “You’re incredible, Alyessa! Don’t be ashamed of this cock! Love it!”

I had to muffle her. I kissed her hard on the mouth to silence her. I sealed my lips over hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I shuddered atop her, my hips pumping away at her as I kissed my friend’s mom with passion.

The shower hissed. I heard Jasmine splashing in there as I pumped away at her mom’s cunt. I buried over and over into Mrs. Minx’s depths. Her pussy caressed my dick. That silky delight engulfed me again and again.

It brought me closer and closer to my eruption. I groaned as our tongues dueled. She moaned into my mouth, her thighs squeezing around my hips. She moved beneath me, working that juicy cunt around my cock.

I was going to erupt in her.

I hammered her harder, faster. I had to finish this as fast as possible. Not just because of Jasmine catching us, but because I wanted that wonderful eruption. I wanted to explode in rapture. I buried hard into her. I plunged to the hilt in the married MILF.

Her fingernails scratched at my back through my tank top. My nipples throbbed in my bra, feeling her lush tits pressing against them. I pumped hard, fast. I slammed my dick into her, the ache growing and growing while my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

Our labia slapped together.

My ovaries grew tighter and tighter.

The shower turned off.

The shower curtain rattled as Jasmine stepped out. I groaned, desperation animating my pumping. I had to cum now. I worked my cock in and out of the MILF’s cunt with all the force I had. Our flesh slapped together. The bed creaked.

My ovaries brimmed with cum. It just had to erupt out in the MILF. Mrs. Minx bucked beneath me, groaning, her fingernails biting into me through my tank top. She moaned into the kiss, whimpering, her pussy squeezing around me.

Then she came.

Her cunt grew so hot. Her flesh spasmed around me.

I plunged into writhing heaven. She screamed into the kiss. I kept our lips locked as I thrust over and over into her convulsing sheath. My ovaries tightened. My pussy clenched. That ache swelled and swelled.

I exploded into Mrs. Minx as Jasmine bustled in the bathroom.

Pleasure slammed through my body. My pussy convulsed just like Mrs. Minx’s did around my futa-cock. My cum fired into her depths. I shuddered as she clutched me. My nipples throbbed as my bra-clad tits rubbed against her naked breasts.

Our tongues dueled as she milked my ovaries dry. Her pussy writhed and massaged my cock. I shuddered atop her, grunting, groaning. Jolts of rapture and waves of ecstasy washed through my body. They all spilled over my mind.

It was incredible.

It was a treat.

I didn’t want this to ever stop.

I loved my friend’s mom for this one moment. I reached the peak of my ecstasy. My cum fired into her. It was perfect. Wonderful. I hung there, my pussy convulsing so hard. My dick spurted one last load of girl-cum into Mrs. Minx’s snatch.

Then I heard Jasmine in the bathroom.

I ripped myself from Mrs. Minx, my softening cock popping out of her pussy. I groaned as I watched my cum spill out of her snatch. My spunk spread the wet spot staining her daughter’s comforter. The air reeked of pussy and sex.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, panic settling in. “Oh, my god, oh, my god! She’s going to know.”

“Calm down,” Mrs. Minx said, rising. She casually scooped up her daughter’s bedding. “These need washing anyway. Just open the window and air the room out. It’s getting stuffy in here.”

“Right,” I moaned, darting to the window and wrenching it open. Mrs. Minx bustled by, pausing to scoop up her bathrobe. Then she swept out into the hallway, humming in delight. I heard her going downstairs as a breeze rustled through the room.

The bathroom door opened.

“Ooh, I’m so ready for this,” Jasmine called. “I heard that The Polka Dot Dress has got in a cute pair of jeans.”

“Yeah,” I moaned, spotting my panties on the floor. My dick flopping before me, I stepped into them and jerked them up my thighs. I had no fresh tape to hold my cock in place, my panties would have to do.

I shoved my soft dick up against my pussy and yanked my panties up fast. Footsteps padded down the hallway. I seated my panties and ripped my hands away, my skirt tumbling down past my hips and swaying about my legs as Jasmine entered, a big smile on her face, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a V-neck, pink blouse. Her blonde hair spilled dry around her shoulders.

“Shall we?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I panted, my heart racing.

Her nose twitched. Then she frowned. “Where’s my bedding?”

“Your mom ... wanted to ... wash them...” I panted, feeling out of breath from my exertion.

Jasmine gave me a funny look. “Were you doing ... push-ups in here or something?”

“Just ... trying to stay in shape,” I said. “You know, cardio’s important.”

“Right,” she said. She grabbed a bottle of body spray. “Might want to spritz up. It’s a little ripe in here.”

Fifteen minutes later, we were walking into The Polka Dot Dress, the only clothing store in Jefferson, the small town in Central Oregon that we lived. It was a farming community of just a few hundred. It existed as much for the truck stop off I-5 as the surrounding farms around it. The store got shipments of new clothes once a month, the owner trying hard to get fashionable items for people of all ages.

It was dominated by the girls’ section.

“Oh, my god, they are cute,” moaned my friend as she flew to the new rack of jeans. She pulled one off. “Look at the stitching on the back pocket. That is going to have every guy staring at our asses.”

I nodded my head. I pretended I was into guys. “Yep. Come September, every guy at Oregon State’s going to be drooling over our butts.”

“God, yes,” moaned Jasmine, holding the jeans to her chest, a dreamy look spilling over her eyes. We were both going to Oregon State up in Portland. Our summer vacation was nearly over. “Ooh, new tops!”

I smiled as I joined her. I didn’t have to fake excitement for new clothes. We were tearing through the racks, looking at the blouses. They all had airy sleeves, puffy, either V neck or scoop neck. They came in a range of colors from a vibrant magenta to a soft periwinkle blue. I grabbed a scarlet one, which would set off my green eyes and go great with my strawberry-blonde hair, currently gathered in a pair of pigtails.

“Oh, I bet that would look so cute on you,” said a woman’s voice.

I turned around and my cheeks went scarlet. My dick throbbed and my pussy clenched. My civics teacher, Ms. Evans, stood before me. I had such a crush on the Black woman my senior year, trying hard not to drool over her. She had such large breasts, currently in a stretchy top that left her ebony arms bare.

“Oh, thanks, Ms. Evans,” I said, my voice strangled. My hardening cock swelled against the gusset of my panties while fresh juices flowed.

“We’re going to wear them with these jeans,” said Jasmine, holding up a matching pair to the one slung over my arm.

“Oh, my, those look tight,” Ms. Evans said and her eyes flicked down to my crotch. I shifted, my white tennis skirt swirling about my thighs. Her eyes were ... searching. She licked her lips. “Wouldn’t want that at all, would we? Might be ... uncomfortable.”

“Mmm, I like my jeans tight,” said Jasmine. “Makes my butt look cute.”

“You can get that same effect by wearing a nice skirt,” said Ms. Evans. “Like what Alyessa has on.”

“It’s a cute skirt,” Jasmine agreed, glancing at me. “But there’s nothing like stretchy denim to hug your ass. Unless you’re wearing yoga pants.”

“Yeah,” I said, blushing, unable to help but stare at the tight jeans Ms. Evans wore. They clung to her shapely legs and hips.

“Well, for some special girls, I bet they like the freedom of a skirt,” said Ms. Evans. Then she turned and snagged a pleated, black skirt off the rack. “I think this would go great with your top, Alyessa.”

I swallowed. There was something in her eyes. It was like she ... knew.

“I hear you’re doing chores, too,” Ms. Evans said, sliding through the rack of tops. “I heard you took care of Mrs. Minx the other day.”

I stiffened, my dick fully hard, straining against my panties.

“Yeah, she mowed the lawn for my mom,” Jasmine said, browsing through another rack. “Ooh, this is cute.”

“Yes,” Ms. Evans said. “She told me that you were very ... satisfying.”

I swallowed. I coached my voice low. “You ... know...”

My former teacher winked at me, my dick aching, throbbing, pulsing in my panties. I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Minx would tell anyone about me. Didn’t she know I wanted to keep it a secret? I wanted to be a normal girl, not a freak like my futa-mom.

Science didn’t even understand how futas came to be. My biology class in my sophomore year had gone through all the major theories about how Becky evolved or mutated or was created.

Ms. Evans sauntered away, my eyes following those tight jeans she had. She had such a nice rump. She was in her early thirties, a sexy, older woman. She bent over. My dick warred against my panties while my pussy grew wetter and wetter.

Cheeks burning, I threw myself at the newest rack and started browsing, hoping my erection would go down while I fought the urge to offer my services to my former teacher. I wrenched through the hanging clothes, my heart racing.

This couldn’t become my life. I couldn’t succumb to such perversion.

After about a half hour, my erection was still painfully trapped in my panties, my futa-dick now thoroughly soaked in my sweet juices. I swallowed as I followed Jasmine to the three changing rooms in the back.

“Ooh, we have a great haul,” my friend said before vanishing into hers with an armload of clothes.

I nodded my head. I slipped inside, eager for the freedom of it. I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh of relief. There was no distraction in here. Just me and a mirror. I hung up my new clothes and peeled off my tank top, my breasts constrained in a cream-colored bra. I unzipped my skirt and slid it down my waist when my door opened.

Ms. Evans slipped in, holding a finger to her lip, signaling me to be quiet.

I stiffened as she fell to her knees before me, my skirt falling down to my feet. My cock throbbed and twisted as this beautiful, Black woman knelt before me. I fought a whimper, so aware of Jasmine in the other room as my teacher’s ebony fingers slid up my thighs towards my panties.

I wanted to cry out, to beg her to stop even as my dick ached for her to continue. My sexy former teacher tugged down my panties. Inch by inch. I whimpered as my dick flexed forward, able to swing more and more outward until it sprang before her face, almost smacking her in the chin.