Chapter 13: Futa’s Wicked Mommy Plan

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

I ripped my cock out of Mrs. Spencer’s pussy, anger boiling through me. I felt so hurt. Betrayed. Sky was lying to me. I didn’t know why that was shocking. She had been lying to me since Sunday while I had believed that she had changed. That things were different now.

That we were finally close. Bonding. That she could trust me.

“What’s wrong?” gasped Mrs. Spencer, her big breasts heaving, her nipples beading with milk.

“My daughter snuck over here in the middle of the night and fucked you!” I hissed.

“Well, I thought you knew.” Mrs. Spencer furrowed her brow. “Madeline, why do you think I was showing off to you. I figured you must be like Sky, and then your cock grew and I was so ready to be fucked again by a futa. Mmm, is she going to sneak over again?”

“She’s ruined you,” I groaned.

“Ruined?” Mrs. Spencer laughed. “Why, because I cheated on my husband. I mean ... I thought Greg was a skilled lover, but ... Oh, Sky and you are both amazing. We have hours before he gets back. Want to get your daughter over here? I don’t mind sharing you. Mmm, I know it’s wicked, but—”

“I can’t hear this,” I said, struggling to think. Sky was over at the Matthews. I spun around and grabbed my sweatpants. My phone was...

Back in the house.

I thrust my legs into them, my boobs heaving. I couldn’t let Sky enjoy our reverend’s wife. That would ruin church. Mrs. Matthews couldn’t succumb to this. I was supposed to stop Sky. That was why Grace gave me this cock.

To tame my futa-daughter.

Instead, she’s the one corrupting you, Grace whispered. Why did Mrs. Reyes walk in on you today?

I froze at that thought, my sweatpants halfway up my legs. Grace was right. That wasn’t Mrs. Reyes’s classroom. It was no one’s classroom. That’s why I had chosen it for the lunch-time romp with my daughter. A safe place where she could deflower Aoi.

Sky had gotten me thinking of MILFs. Of giving them pleasure. She wanted me to accept her desire to fuck married MILFs. That was her scheme. Her whole ploy of making me “seduce” a woman eager to be fucked was just the first step.v I pulled on my t-shirt.

“You really don’t have to go,” Mrs. Spencer said. “I could use another round.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I have to go punish my daughter.”

“For giving me such pleasure?” She asked.

“For lying to me! For tricking me! Manipulating me!” She went over early. She must have already fucked Mrs. Matthews. It was Monday. The reverend was leading a men’s bible study. There would have been nothing to stop Sky from her seduction.

It was what she wanted. The MILF that would be the most satisfying for her to corrupt. And look at me, just lost to the pleasures of my cock. Consumed by it as much as Sky. I was just like my daughter only I had kept my inner-slut chained for all these years.

I had to re-chain her. This had to stop.

I marched out the door and strode across the yard. In moments, I was across the quiet street and bursting into my own house where I was confronted with a naked Aoi and Natasha cuddling on the couch both flushed and delicious looking.

“Oh, hey,” Aoi said. “We’re starved. When’s dinner, Mrs. Marlow?”

“Order a pizza,” I growled. “I have to go. Sorry. Sky is being naughty.”

“No!” Natasha gasped. Sky’s best friend stood up. “What do you need from me?”

I glanced at her in shock. Did she want to help me against her friend? No, no, I made her into my sex slave, of course. I had won her affection. I bit my lip. Could I use Natasha for this? I stared at her.

Was Natasha pretending to be my slut all part of Sky’s plan?

“It was neat with Mrs. Reyes,” I said. “I’m glad Sky arranged it.”

Natasha blinked in shock. “She did? What?”

“Oh, you don’t have to pretend that you didn’t know,” I told her, putting on a fake smile. “I know all about it.”

“I really didn’t know.” Natalie furrowed her brow. “She didn’t mention having the hots for Mrs. Reyes at...” She trailed off. “Well, I thought she was checking out Mrs. Reyes when we got to school, but she said it was Aoi. That was where I got the idea that she would be a great virgin to deflower.”

So I could trust Natalie. There was no reason the girl would not be part of Sky’s scheme unless Sky didn’t trust her.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m afraid Sky’s been fucking MILFs behind our backs.”

Natalie’s gasped. “But you told her not to. She said she was being a good girl. Like me.”

It’s that futa-demon, Grace said. We have to figure out how to do something about her.

Okay. What?

I’ve been thinking about that ... I was hoping to just neutralize her. Get Sky obsessed with virgins. Spice hates virgins. She likes married women. Not cute, young things ... like me.

The pain in Grace’s voice made me blink. Do you love her?

What? N-no. Of course not! I’m her jailer. I don’t love her. That’s foolish. She gave a nervous laugh. She was just never happy with me. I mean ... I have such small breasts...

Small breasts are wonderful, I told her. But we need a plan. I have to find out if she has slept with Mrs. Matthews. Maybe we’re not too late.

We are, Grace whispered. She left an hour ago. She had all the time in the world to corrupt her.

And she’s out with Georgia right now. Probably trying to corrupt her into doing something naughty.

Probably. Grace hesitated. I think we need to do something bold, but you’re going to have to be strong. Fight against temptation.

I can be strong, I thought with complete confidence.

Sky Marlow

I had to corrupt Georgia into doing something naughty.

We were at the movies. There was a romantic comedy out I wanted to see. Georgia was excited, too. I looked around at the people here. Who would be perfect to corrupt Georgia with? I had to get her on the MILF idea. That would be best.

Just loving a sexy, older woman with me. Then when I brought her home, Mommy dearest would be randy and aching for more of my girl-dick. I bet I could convince her to go down on Georgia. That would be hot.

Just some delicious MILF on daughter action. It would be so hot.

“Mmm, I hope the theater’s not full,” I said as we moved up. “The movie’s been out a few weeks and it’s Monday.”

“You’re not?” Georgia whispered. “I mean...”

I winked at her and then my gaze fell on her.

I shuddered at the sight of the MILF two people in line before us. She had blonde hair, but it came from a bottle. I could see the brown roots. She was checking her phone and shaking her head, looking annoyed about something. In a nice pair of jeans and a crop top, she looked like she was out on a casual date. A wedding ring gleamed.

Movie night with hubby?

And where was he? I shuddered as we moved closer to the kiosk. My ears pricked up as she ordered a ticket to our movie. My heart beat faster and faster. My hips wiggled in my skirt, my clit wanting to burst into a mighty futa-cock. Just a big and throbbing shaft that would feel so wonderful in her mouth.

We moved up. The guy before us ordered for the new superhero movie. I saw it last week with Natalie. We blew the guys who took us during the boring parts of the movie and they finished up just in time for the things to heat up for the finale.

I wanted to get a blowjob this time.

“Hey, two for A Morning Proposal,” I said brightly, pulling out my phone and thrusting it out with a bar code of a reward card.

He scanned it. “Okay. It’ll be starting in fifteen minutes in auditorium 13.” He pointed to a hallway. “Just keep going that way.”

“Cool!”

I watched the MILF go to the concession stands, so I took Georgia there. I watched that MILF’s bubbly butt the entire time before us. I just wanted to pinch it. To slap it. To ride her ass so hard right here for everyone to watch.

She turned around and gave us a polite smile that fell away.

“Seeing the movie alone?” I asked her.

“I am now,” she muttered. “My husband had to work late. Last minute.”

“Poor thing,” Georgia said. “I’m sure he’s bummed, too.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s weaseled out of seeing this movie three times now. Well, I’m not missing it.”

“A Morning Proposal?” I asked.

“I guess it’s obvious which movie a guy would want to skip out on.” She shook her head. “But he’ll drag me to see the next Spider Whatsit they make or Iron Dork or whatever he’s called.”

“Iron Man,” said Georgia who squirmed. A fan of superhero films? How interesting.

“Well, we’re seeing A Morning Proposal, too,” I said. “We’ll keep you company.”

“Of course,” Georgia said.

She was just the perfect girl for this. The married woman smiled. “Thanks.”

“I’m Sky, and this is my date, Georgia.”

Georgia blushed. “Hi.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” she said. “Maybe if I had gone gay, I wouldn’t have been stood up by my husband.” Then she blushed. “I’m sorry for making it sound like a choice or something.”

“It’s pure magnetism, right?” I asked Georgia. “You just see it and you want it.”

“Yeah,” she said, quivering, her eyes dreamy.

“Well, I’m Felicia,” she said.

“But you’re married,” I gasped. “My mom raised me to address people with respect. It’s Mrs...”

“Uh, Simmons,” she said. “Don’t get called that much, though.”

“Well, Mrs. Simmons, let’s get our popcorn and drinks and hit the theater.”

“Sure,” Mrs. Simmons said.

Mmm, my dick was throbbing as she was so nice to buy us snacks. Then we headed to the theater. It was at the far end of the place. We had to pass every other screen, or so it seemed, and were crammed in one of the small theaters.

We settled down in the back row. Mrs. Simmons looked relieved when we didn’t go upfront. I don’t know why adults hated sitting up close. That was the best, but not for what I wanted to do. I had plans.

My clit twitched as we settled down. We chatted and giggled. Mrs. Simmons relaxed and smiled with those lush lips I wanted to feel wrapped around my clit-dick. I ached to have her nursing on me. I would have such an amazing time.

People flitted in, a few couples and some women who came as friends. There maybe were ten people in the theater. That was perfect. The lights came down as the MPAA’s green warning came up on the screen. All these trailers were okay for kiddies to watch.

No red band trailers for us.

There were three horror movies. Three of them. All coming out next month. Why didn’t April have any horror movies? That was so weird. There were two animated films, another rom-com, and a superhero film.

Finally, the movie started.

It was a standard rom-com. Boy meets girl. They don’t get along, but they keep getting thrown back together and, despite all their difference, they would get all kissy-kissy by the end. I was enjoying it, waiting for the moment.

I let my futa-dick sprout while pulling down on my black miniskirt. I shuddered as my clit blossomed into a thick and throbbing cock. I savored it growing thicker and longer, thrusting up from my crotch. My cock twitched and throbbed. My pussy clenched as I reached my peak firth.

I grabbed Georgia’s hand and brought it casually to my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, slicked with popcorn butter. She gasped and shot me a look. I winked at her, the changing images on the screen flashing light across her face.

She gave me a pleading look then flicked her eyes to Mrs. Simmons.

I grabbed her wrist and worked her hand up and down my cock. I loved the feel of her hand on my clit-dick. She had such a wonderful grip. She brushed the tip of my cock and then slid back down. I released her hand.

She kept pumping all on her own.

I smiled and then put my hand casually on the MILF’s thigh. Right beneath the hem of her skirt. I loved the warm feeling of her skin. She shifted as I casually stroked up and down her thigh. I massaged her while Georgia fisted my cock. She gazed straight ahead.

I pushed my hand beneath her skirt.

Mrs. Simmons jumped. She glanced at me and then froze. She had to see that cock throbbing in Georgia’s grip. That big and throbbing girl-dick. My hand pressed further and further up beneath her skirt.

I glanced at her and arched an eyebrow. Her jaw dropped. She shuddered and then she opened her mouth to speak. I shook my head ever so slightly. Then I winked at her while my fingers found her panties.

I felt the edge of them, her skin so warm. I pushed beneath her leg band and felt her silky curls. Her heat increased. She grew wet. Then I found her married folds. I rubbed the MILF’s cunt. She shuddered as I did.

“Sky,” she whispered.

“Shhhh,” I said.

Georgia kept fisting my cock as the MILF squirmed beside me. My fingers stroked her pussy lips. I loved the feel of her silky folds. I caressed her and then found her twat’s entrance. I thrust two fingers into her.

She groaned softly, her cunt clenching.

I fingered her twat while Georgia fisted her hand up and down my cock. No one sitting before us had any idea the naughty threesome forming behind them. I breathed in deeply, this wonderful thrill rushing through me.

“Mmm,” I groaned.

Georgia glanced at me. I winked at her.

She shot her gaze back to the screen, her hand still stroking my cock. Mrs. Simmons’s cunt squeezed about my digits. The pressure built and built at the tip of my clit-dick. My cunt grew hotter and hotter.

This was so exciting. I thrust a third finger into the MILF. She groaned, her breasts jiggling in her blouse. Her cunt squeezed down on my fingers. I loved the feel of her about me. Her juice soaked my digits.

My thumb found her clit.

Her cunt clamped down on my fingers. Her back arched. She shuddered and whimpered. I loved it. I glanced at her then flicked my gaze down at my futa-dick. I pressed my thumb harder into her bud. I massaged her little clit.

She licked her lips while staring at my shaft.

Then she ducked her head down. The MILF slid her lips over my cock. Georgia’s hand stroked up my shaft and bumped the MILF. She gasped and stared down at the MILF sucking my clit-dick. Then her panicked gaze shot up to mine, her eyes wide.

“Shhh,” I said and groaned as my cunt clenched. My twat drank in the heat of her sucking on my dick. She nursed with passion. Oh, yes, she was good. She was nursing with all this passion. I loved it. I savored every bit of it.

Georgia stared at me.

I leaned over and whispered, “Relax. She caught us. She wants to suck my dick. Just got to let her. Mmm, just a hot mommy sucking my clit-dick. Like my mom does.”

She shuddered, her hand tightening on my dick.

I licked her ear and she trembled. “You like a naughty mommy licking your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“And I like it, too,” I groaned. “Remember how much fun we had with Mrs. Reyes.”

Georgia nodded.

“Now we’re going to have fun with Mrs. Simmons,” I said, thrusting my fingers deep into the MILF’s cunt while she sucked hard on my girl-dick. I rubbed her clit harder. “Don’t you want her to lick cum out of your pussy?”

“Well...” she whimpered. “What about your mom?”

“What about her?” I asked. “She loved fucking Mrs. Reyes. You saw how much she got into it. She’d be loving Mrs. Simmons if she was here.”

“I guess.”

I smiled at her. “Don’t guess. Now kiss me.”

Georgia did. She sealed her lips on mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I kissed the reverend’s daughter with hunger. My clit-dick burst with pleasure. My orgasm exploded through me. My pussy clenched and spasmed.

Jizz fired into Mrs. Simmons’s hungry mouth. I basted the MILF with my cum. My fingers thrust into her twat. I buried deep into her twat. I loved the way her snatch squeezed about my digits. It was an amazing feeling.

I loved every moment. Her cream soaked my digits as she convulsed. She squealed around my cock.

I moaned into Georgia’s lips as the dual delights of my orgasm swept through me. Rapture from my cunt and ecstasy from my clit-dick. I squirmed through my climax, pumping load after load of cum into Mrs. Simmons’s mouth. Her twat spasmed around my fingers as she enjoyed her own orgasm.

I hit the peak of mine.

Hovered there.

Then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. I broke the kiss with Georgia, panting. The MILF’s cunt stopped spasming around my fingers. She suckled a final time at my cock, sending a final burst of pleasure through my body.

I savored it. That was great. I shuddered and squirmed. “Damn, Mrs. Simmons, you’re awesome!”

She slid her lips off my cock and groaned, “I can’t believe I did that. I just ... And you ... how did you hide that monster beneath your skirt.”

“It’s my clit,” I breathed. “I grew it. I’m a futa.”

“Yeah,” Georgia whispered, squirming.

“Now, Mrs. Simmons,” I said, sliding my fingers out of her cunt and holding them up, “you’re wet. Did my little fingers satisfy you at all.”

She shook her head.

“Of course not,” I said. “How would you like my cock sliding into that married cunt. Give you the pleasure that your husband isn’t.”

She swallowed.

“We can’t do it here,” Georgia said.

“Mmm, here’s some Mommy juices for you to enjoy,” I told her and smeared my wet fingers on her lips. She sucked on them. “Of course not here. I saw a restroom. They’re all empty unless a show empties out. So, let’s slip into the handicap stall and get our freak on.”

“In a bathroom?” Mrs. Simmons asked.

“I mean, can you wait?”

She shook her head.

“They have clean bathrooms here.” I pulled my fingers from Georgia’s mouth. “Now, what do you say? Blow off this movie and have fun with this sexy mommy?”

Georgia bit her lip. “I mean ... if your mom won’t be mad at us.”

“Of course not,” I said. “Mmm, this is why you’re my girlfriend. You want to play with sexy mommies with me? Mine. Mrs. Simmons. Others.”

Georgia smiled. “I’m really your girlfriend?”

“Sure,” I said. Why not? She was cute. Surprisingly fun to play with. Having the reverend’s daughter in love with my cock was hot, and getting her and her mother together would be the best delight in the world.

“Let’s do it!”

Georgia’s enthusiasm had a few heads turning. She clamped her hands over her mouth. I bet her cheeks were bright red. I let my clit-dick shrink as I stood up and pushed down my skirt. Mrs. Simmons gasped, noticing my shrinking cock.

“Wow,” the MILF whispered.

I winked at her.

Georgia led us out of the seats and then the theater. I blinked against the glare. My clit pulsed as we hurried to the nearest ladies’ room. Georgia pushed through the door. It was empty, a dozen stalls, the last one extra-wide.

Plenty of room for us to get wild.

I smiled as I threw open the stall door, nodding my head. This was just perfect for my plans. I glanced at the MILF, at that delicious skirt and her big tits. I licked my lips and then I peeled off my boob tube.

Mrs. Simmons stared at my firm, little titties. She shuddered, her hands rubbing together. Was this her first time admiring a pair of tits? What would she do when I thrust down my miniskirt? So I did just that. Her eyes flicked down to my tight pussy. I let my clit grow.

It sprouted from my pussy folds. My clit thrust forward, growing thicker and longer. Mrs. Simmons gasped. She stared at my cock growing bigger. Wider. The proof that I was a futa thrusting out before me.