Chapter 10: Futa Shops with Mommy

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 principal, 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 fifteen 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 was fifteen and almost as tall as my mom. Things felt different now. I wasn’t a little girl but nearly an adult. 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 teenage boy. Why would a teenage 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 fifteen-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 selection, 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 school. 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 school 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.