Chapter 1: Daughter's Rebellious Futa Passion

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

“I’m totally going to do it!” the futa-demon Spice said. She had her hands on her hips, her big boobs bouncing before her and cute devil’s tail swishing back and forth. The gold chain, connected to the two rings that pierced her nipples, jingled. Red hair cascaded down around a youthful and mischievous face, black horns peeking out of the fiery curls. She unfurled her demoness wings wide, her clit-dick bouncing before her. “Ooh, I am going for it!”

“You can’t!” futa-angel Grace gasped. She clapped hands over her mouth, the golden halo floating over her blonde curls pulsing with panic. Soft, feathery wings engulfed her body, covering her small breasts and big girl-cock. Her motherly face stared in shock at Spice. “It’s wrong.”

“I know!” Spice jumped up and down, her tits and futa-dick bouncing with her exuberance. “Ooh, it’s going to be so much fun. I found the perfect girl. She’s going to fuck and she’s going to suck and she’s going to sin with every hot mom she can!

“Starting with her own!”

“No, no, no!” gasped Grace. Her golden eyes shimmered. “That’s the most sacred bond. Mother and child. You can’t pervert it with sin.”

“Watch me!” Spice exclaimed before thrusting out her tongue and flashing a rude gesture.

Grace trembled in shocked apoplexy at such a disgusting act. Then Spice spun around, bent over, and smacked her ass as she wiggled it at the futa-angel. Grace stared shocked at the futa-demon’s foul behavior.

Then Spice burst like a black soap bubble and left behind the Immaterial.

The futa-angel’s motherly face broke into lamenting wails. “What am I supposed to do to stop her? I’m going to get in so much trouble!”

Sky Marlow

OMG, I fucking hate going to Sunday church, I typed on my phone as I lazily lay on my stomach on my bed. I had only donned bra and panties. My legs folded to thrust my toes up in the air, each toenail painted a soft shade of pink. They perfectly matched my fingernails, each one accurately rounded to perfection. Why does my mom have to suck god’s cock every Sunday?

Does your Mom know how to suck cock? my bestest best friend in the whole wide world texted back. I mean, didn’t your Dad leave her because she wouldn’t put out?

Because she was too busy gagging on god’s cock, I sent, my toes curling. I swear to fuck she gets wet sitting in church. She looks so full of rapture. It’s so disgusting. She needs a good fuck from a real cock. Not god’s. That just made her into a crazy bitch.

She doesn’t seem cray cray to me, Natalie texted back. I mean, other than she dresses a little too prim, she’s fine.

She won’t let me bring boys over.

Because she knows you’re a big ho-bag who will have their cocks in your mouth in a minute flat.

I smiled and typed, Please, thirty seconds. I blew Coach Thompson after the game last night.

You skank!

I pictured Natalie chortling. She would still be in her PJ. I was supposed to be putting on my Sunday dress. It was such a modest, one-piece thing. Skirt past my knees, neckline to my collarbone. No chance to show off my cute, little titties. They may not be big—not like my frigid mother had—but they were adorable.

Just big enough for a hunky guy to squeeze. More was a waste.

“Sky, are you dressed yet?” Mom called.

“Yes!” I lied. Ugh, got to go. Mommy dearest needs to slobber that divine knob. Text you in the car.

I’ll be here masturbating. Natalie added a pair of sploosh emojis and a great, big smiley face.

My pussy clenched. You are such a cunt. Love you.

Kisses!

I rolled off my bed and grabbed the girlish, pink thing and pulled it on over my body. I slipped my arms into the short sleeves and then reached behind me. I had to contort my limbs into strange angles to zip it up the back. I wiggled my hips, my thong buried in my butt-crack.

At least I could be sexy beneath my clothes. Mom would have no idea.

“Sky!” Mom shouted, from downstairs. “I thought you said you were dressed.”

“Yes, yes, I’m coming,” I shouted and did the little fastener up. I walked past my dresser, my reflection flashing in the mirror and—

I whirled to stare at it. “Could have sworn...”

But it was just me, my platinum-blonde hair spilling in delightful curls around my pretty face. Not as much makeup as I would like, but Mom would make me wash my face off if I tried to go to church looking like a “painted harlot.” Pink, glossy lips; stunning, green eyes; delicate cheekbones; and freckled cheeks with a natural blush to them. I looked adorable.

I could look sexy, but...

“God, your church is so boring,” I muttered, glancing skyward. I turned from the mirror. I almost thought I heard mischievous giggles to match that naughty face I thought I saw in the reflection. I opened my eyes and headed downstairs.

My skirt swirled. My thong hugged my shaved pussy. My nipples ached. Just knowing that Natalie was masturbating right now had me grinding my teeth. I could be spending a lazy Sunday morning in bed jilling my cunt and watching hot vids on YouPorn.

When I came downstairs, I found Mom wearing a dress with an even longer skirt than me. It was dark blue, sleeves to the elbows, just a bit of a scoop to the neckline that showed off the pearl necklace she wore. Not that she ever had the naughtier kind.

I was convinced my mom had sex just twice. Once on her wedding night and once to conceive me two years later. If she had a sex drive, it was so buried beneath guilt and repression it had been smothered out when she was my age.

My mom’s pussy must be a desert, I texted to my friend. Just a sandy death hole that no cock’s been near in seventeen years.

No answer. Natalie was really masturbating.

I sighed.

“You and Natalie fighting?” Mom asked.

“Nope. Just envious that she gets to stay home and I have to go to dumb church.”

Mom shook her head, her sandy-blonde hair swaying. “Sky, honey, this is good for you. I know that’s hard to understand now when you’re a ball of frustrated hormones that can’t think straight, but when you get older, you’ll mellow out.”

“Oh, fuck, I hope not,” I groaned. “What a depressing thought. I don’t want to be boring like you.”

“I wasn’t always boring,” she said. “I made many mistakes when I was sixteen. Like complaining to my mother about going to church.” She arched a warning eyebrow.

“You’re not going to take my phone away again, are you?” I asked.

“I don’t have to take it away,” she said brightly. “I just have to have the phone company turn it off.”

“That’s so not fair,” I groaned as I followed her out the door. “That’s blackmail.”

“Blackmail is getting you to do something illegal. I’m telling you that you can go to church, with a smile on your face, or not have your cell phone work for a day.”

“Cruel and unusual punishment!”

“Two days.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “But I’m going under protest. Taking hostages is never a good thing, Mom.”

“Well, when you get a job and pay for your cell phone yourself, I can’t ever take it away from you, can I?”

I froze. “But isn’t it like a lot of money?”

“Mmm, about $120 a month,” she said and opened the door.

My eyes bulged. That was so much. I slumped into the passenger seat. And buckled up. Mom put on the Christian music station. I groaned at the terrible pop music, some bimbo singing about loving god. I hated the perky, upbeat notes that played through the car.

I banged my head back into the seat.

My phone chimed a moment later. I perked up and glanced down to see Natalie had answered. Going to be rough for the next guy to fuck her.

Won’t be one. She’s too busy sucking god’s cock to care.

You really get stuck on a metaphor for way, way too long. But I love you anyway.

Bitch. I added a playful smile emoji to it.

I know. Try my best. A pair of kissy lips followed it. I had a great cum. I’ll send you this link. One girl, three guys, and they’re just fucking the shit out of her. It was so hot. I didn’t even get a third of the way through it.

Send it. Maybe I’ll sneak off to rub one out in the bathroom at church.

Natalie responded, That’s kinky and nasty at the same time. A public bathroom?

They’re clean at my church. I grinned as I added. Well, not once I’m done watching the vid.

Link incoming! Then a link popped up, a YouPorn address with a bunch of meaningless characters strung after it that were so long that WhatsApp just cut it off. I grinned, itching to press my thumb down on the address now, but Mom was driving there. She hummed along to the music, looking happy as we headed to church.

A few minutes later, we were at church. My panties dripped. I was so horny. I was going to do it. I was going to jill off in church. It would be glorious. I’d have to wait for the sermon, then I would head to the bathroom, watch some hardcore porn of some girl getting fucked hard, and then I would cum.

That would show god for making me go to church on Sunday.

I opened the car door, the passenger-side mirror flashing. A face popped into it. mischievous and grinning, framed by red hair. I whirled my head around, staring at the parking lot to find the source. There were a few people heading to the church, all in their Sunday best.

No mischievous girl.

“Sky?” asked Mom. “You okay.”

“Yeah, yeah, I was up late. Just tired.” I yawned as if to emphasize my point. It was a long one, turning real on me.

“I know you weren’t up studying,” she muttered. “You’re never going to go to a good school if your grades don’t improve.”

“They’re fine,” I muttered.

“That’s not the word I would choose.”

I rolled my eyes. Oh, yes, I was sooooo going to masturbate in her precious church. Just jam my hands in my panties and frig my pussy. I would be crying out to the Lord for once at church. Just crying out my rapture.

I smiled at that wicked thought.

We headed inside. Reverend Matthews was there to shake his parishioners’ hands, his wife at his side. She was the prim and proper church wife. Black hair perfectly coiffed, wearing a purple dress that fit as conservatively as everyone else. She had pink lipstick and a bright smile.

“Madaline,” she said. “How great to see you.” The reverend’s wife gave my mom a quick hug and an exchange of cheek kisses. “And there’s Sky. How are you doing, young lady.”

“Fine,” I said. I might flip my mom shit, but it was another thing to mess with the reverend’s wife when he was standing a foot away. The man was tall. What a pity. His wife was the sort of woman that needed to unwind.

God, it would be hot to find out she did MILF porn or something behind his back. With that smile...

My cunt clenched at the idea of seeing Mrs. Matthews getting taken hard by young, hung studs. She and three hot guys pounding her would be so fucking hot. My cunt clenched. My need to masturbate only swelled.

We headed inside, passing through the atrium into the worship hall. My mom chatted. I drifted over to Georgia Matthews, the reverend’s daughter. She was a shy thing, but she was okay to hang out with. We were the same age. I couldn’t talk about hot sex or porn or boys with her, but we could talk about clothes.

“Hey,” I said. “My mom is on my ass about my grades. Again.”

“Try studying,” Georgia said. She wore a light-blue dress, her lips the same shade of pink as her mother’s.

Mother and daughter porn...

God, my mind was filthy. I loved it.

“I can help you. Maybe after Sunday Evening Service, we can help get your grades up.”

“Maybe,” I said, shrugging. “Your place. I want to get away from my mom. She’s driving me nuts.”

“She just loves you,” Georgia said.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, squirming. “She loves God more.”

“And?” Georgia glanced up to the crucifix that rose at the front of the church. “Shouldn’t we all love God?”

I rolled my eyes. Like there was actually some old fart up in the sky who sent his son down to earth. It was all about making you feel guilty so you donate to the church. A big scam that had been perpetuated for two thousand years.

But if I said that around anyone here, I would spend the next month being dragged to special bible studies where I’d be bored out of my mind. It was better to pretend. I couldn’t wait to get away from my mom.

Wouldn’t it be fun to fuck her? a naughty voice whispered in my mind. Imagine making your mom go from sucking god’s cock to yours.

The image of me with a fleshy dildo thrusting from my crotch popped into my imagination. Mom kneeling before me, staring at it with such lust. I shuddered, my cunt clenching. It was such a wicked idea.

Incest. That was naughty as fuck.

“What are you thinking?” Georgia asked. “You have a funny look on your face.”

“Just a way for me to get along with my mother,” I said.

“Oh, good.” She brightened up. “That’s important. Become closer to her than that friend of yours.”

“Natalie is awesome,” I said.

“She gave you a...” Georgia coached her voice down. “A dildo for your birthday.”

“Vibrator, actually,” I whispered. “And it’s amazing. Want to borrow it?”

Georgia gave me this scandalous look. Then she squeaked and headed off.

I shrugged. Her loss. She would love it. I knew it would make her explode. That would be worth seeing. Even worth using it on her. I could just pump it in and out of Georgia’s virgin pussy. That would take care of her little issue. Help her relax.

“What did you say to her?”

I tensed. “Nothing, Mom. She just had to go.”

“Uh-huh.” My mom grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards our seats. “Service is about to begin.”

“I’m not a child, Mom,” I muttered. “I’m sixteen.”

“When you show me an ounce of good judgment, then you won’t be a child. Until then...”

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

I sat down on the hard pew between her and the outside end. At least I was on the aisle. I hated being buried in the middle. The rest of the members of the church began taking their seats as Reverend Matthews headed upfront. He placed his hands on the pulpit and gazed out at us.

It started with the prayer. I groaned. This sucks, I thought in that mischievous voice. I’d rather be fucking his wife than listening to him pray. That image of me with the flesh dildo ramming it good and hard into Mrs. Matthews appeared in my mind complete with a camera to make it into some hot, MILF porn.

God, I loved my dirty mind.

Opening prayer turned to opening announcements. Then the church sang. We were a weird one, Church of Christ. We didn’t have instruments. Everyone sang a cappella. I didn’t get why we couldn’t have instruments. My friend Melissa went to a Baptist church that had electric guitars and a drum set. I mean, it was probably still lame, but at least I wouldn’t have to pretend to sing.

A couple of songs and then it was time for communion. The bread basket whiskered around and we “ate” the body of Christ. It was so morbid. Then came the grape juice (not wine) and that was the blood. Lastly, the collection basket. It had nothing to do with communion but everything to do with church. My mom gave me a twenty to drop in.

A few more songs were sung, my pussy growing so wet, and then came the sermon. Reverend Matthews stepped up. He took a moment to adjust himself and then he said, “Turn to First Peter, Chapter 3.”

Everyone did while I said, “I got to use the bathroom.”

My mom nodded absently. She already had her bible open and stared eagerly. She wouldn’t care how long I took. There were speakers in there so you could hear everything.

Yippee fucking do.

I headed down the aisle, my purse clutched in my hand. My phone was in there, all ready for me to be naughty. I passed Georgia who flashed me a smile. I winked at her and then I was out of the worship hall and crossing the atrium to the bathroom.

I pushed through the swinging door, passed the couch with a couple of religious magazines on it, and then the stalls. My reflection strode by in the mirror. When I caught a glimpse of the face, I just ignored it.

Masturbating is so much more important than worrying about that, my mischievous thought. Just rub one out. Cum during church service, naughty girl.

“The naughtiest,” I purred as I pulled closed the last stall door and locked it.

I didn’t just hike my skirt. Oh, no, I unzipped my dress and pulled it off with care, my blonde hair swaying. I carefully hung it from the hook on the back of the door. Then I undid my bra. I freed my small breasts. They were so perky and cute.

I pinched both my nipples and groaned. I sank down on the toilet seat and leaned back against the bowl. It smelled of pine and ammonia. I ignored the tinny voice of Reverend Matthews coming from the cheap speakers and thrust my thong to the side.

Holding my phone in my left hand, I rubbed at my cunt with the other. I was so wet and juicy. My tangy musk rose in the air, filling my nose. I shuddered and hit the link Natalie had sent me. My phone loaded up YouPorn and then the video appeared.

I hit play, my fingers sliding faster. “Mmm, be hot. Be nasty.”

I strummed my pussy lip as the vid launched right into the blonde, petite thing. Oh, god, she was like me. Cute, little titties, fresh face, and loving the sight of the three huge dicks thrusting out before her face. She grabbed two of them and sucked the third one into her mouth like the pro-whore she was.

I thrust three fingers into my cunt. That was how wet I was. I needed no warm-up. I just needed to cum fast and hard. The sloppy sounds of her blowjob echoed through the bathroom. She ripped her mouth off the dick she blew to spit on the other two. She rubbed her hands into her saliva, greasing them up.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to fuck me so hard, aren’t you, big boys?” she cooed. “Just going to plug all my holes with your big dicks.”

“Yes, plug those holes!” I moaned, thrusting my fingers in and out of my cunt hard and fast.

The porn star swallowed the first cock again and fisted the other two. She sucked with such wanton passion. I could hear how sloppy it was. Drool spilled over her chin and ran down her throat. I shuddered, my twat clenching on my three digits. Then one of the guys just lifted her up as he sank down onto his back. His thick cock twitched as it thrust up in the air. His big biceps bulged as he held her tiny body up. She grabbed his dick aiming it at her cunt.

I groaned as he impaled her down his cock in a single plunge. Her back arched from how amazing it was. I shuddered. My cunt clenched on my digits. I shuddered, my small titties quivered. My pussy cream dripped down to my taint.

“Come fuck me in the—” the girl was shouting when the image changed.

A busty, mischievous girl appeared on my screen. She had a naughty look on her cute face. She pursed her lips. Her boobs heaved as she groped them. I groaned, confused. Had I accidentally started a new video? She was cute and all, but I wanted to watch the other. My thumb moved to stop it.

“Don’t click away,” cooed the busty woman. She looked eighteen, but those tits were as big as my mother. “You’re going to watch what I have. Mmm, I got something big and thick for you to enjoy.”

I blinked. She hadn’t just talked to me, had she? Or was it just a way to keep people from looking away? Was I being trolled? Had my friend sent me something weird? Like the Rick Roll of porn vids?

“Mmm, you’re going to like this,” she said, the camera zooming out. She had bag-like wings clipped to her back, thrusting out from her in some naughty, demonette outfit. I grinned. Some naughty cosplay.

Why not?

“Yeah, you like my body, but look what I have thrusting from my pussy!” she moaned. “Bet you’ve never seen a futa-dick!”

The camera shot down to her crotch where she had a massive cock thrusting out from the folds of her pussy. I gasped at it, my fingers jamming deep into my cunt. She had a huge dick. One of the biggest I had ever seen. And no balls at all. I could clearly see the pink folds of her labia.

“That’s right,” cooed the cosplay girl. “I’m a futanari. That’s Japanese for hermaphrodite. But futa sounds sooooo much hotter, doesn’t it?”

“Shit,” I gasped. “It does.” This must be some Japanese fetish film. They liked the weirdest shit. But it was hot. “That’s some great CGI.”

“And that’s not CGI,” cooed the demon girl. “That’s a real clit-dick. Mmm, just a big cock capable of cumming. Do you want to see me cum?”

“Of course I do,” I moaned, so into this. It was hot.

No wonder my friend couldn’t finish the video without cumming. I plunged my fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. I reamed them, stretching out my naughty twat with my tight snatch. I would have such a huge eruption. I couldn’t wait. It would be magnificent.

“Yeah, you want to see me cum,” the demon-girl moaned. “You want to see my futa-dick spurting all that jizz. Ooh, and look at my pussy.”

A chair seemed to materialize out of nowhere. She sank down on it and threw her legs over the armrests. Her pussy lips parted, showing off her depths. She fisted her dick thrusting up from where her clit should be. Her other hand thrust into the folds of her cunt.

Three fingers, just like me.

“I’m so excited, I just need to jump straight to three,” she moaned. “You get it, don’t you?”