Chapter 14: Futa-Daughter Enjoys the Reverend’s Wife

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

“You’re like Sky?” Helena Matthews said, this look of lust flashing over her face. “The Lord sent you a futa-cock to please married women. To give them the pleasure their husbands do not provide.”

One of Spice’s favorite lies, Grace the Futa-Angel whispered in my mind. You need to correct her.

“That’s right,” I said. “A futa-angel named Grace did it and ... She needs your help.”

“Mine?” gasped the reverend’s wife.

“Yep,” I said. “We need to make love.”

A shudder of rapture rippled through her body. “Yes, yes, yes. For the Lord!”

I could see the truth in her eyes, the lust that had consumed her. Sky had infected her with sin. I didn’t want to cuckold the reverend, but Sky would be coming back with Georgia from their date in a while. This was the time to do something drastic. Sky was clearly under the futa-demon’s thrall. There was no way she could control herself.

I had to intervene.

This will work, Grace reassured me as Helena whirled around. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the stairs. Don’t be scared of what we have to do.

“We should do this right away,” she moaned. “Your daughter was an amazing lover, Madeline. She showed me so much.”

“I’m sure she did,” I said, my cock throbbing as I stared at Helena’s rump in her jeans. They didn’t fit her tight, but she still had a wonderful shape that had me excited. My clit throbbed to become a futa-cock in my sweatpants.

Learning that Sky had been lying to me had hurt. In a perfect world, my futa-daughter, and I would just have each other. We had already crossed into incest thanks to the futa-demon. We could have just loved each other.

But I wasn’t enough for her.

My heart throbbed. I pushed it down. I didn’t know if Sky would ever be enough for me. Not now that I had enjoyed nubile girls.

And mature MILFs.

I wanted to make love to Helena. I wanted to enjoy her body. My lusts throbbed for her. She had already been ruined, her marriage probably destroyed. It would be a scandal, rock the church. I didn’t know how it would end.

It was too late now. No turning back the clock.

So I might as well enjoy myself.

Those are the thoughts that lead to these situations, Grace said. I forget how flawed humans are. Even the good ones.

I swallowed. I used to be such a pure woman. I had only had sex with my husband, and rarely. He wanted it all the time, but I thought sex was for procreation. After I conceived with Sky, I cut him off. He quickly found a woman who would satisfy him.

I pretended it wasn’t my fault, but it was. Partly. He begged me for it. He broke. Everyone did eventually.

Helena reached her bedroom. She opened the door. The bed she shared with the reverend. Their wedding picture sat on the dresser flanked by family pictures with Georgia. I swallowed at them and then turned to Helena pulling off her top. Her large, naked breasts came into view.

“Let me see it,” she moaned, her eyes staring at my crotch with feverish lust. She unfastened her jeans.

Heat erupted in my cunt. I groaned and ripped off my top. I tossed it to the floor, my boobs jiggling. I loved the way they swayed. My hips wiggled from side to side. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through my veins.

I shoved down my sweatpants. She groaned at the sight of my blonde bush. She peeled off her panties, her black bush matted with my futa-daughter’s cum. I swallowed, a wave of heat rushing through my body.

I let my futa-cock grow.

The bud sprouted out of my blonde hair. She gasped, her naked body quivering. Her boobs shuddered as my futa-cock grew thicker and longer. It thrust out of the folds of my pussy. My ass clenched, my toes curling as she licked her lips.

“It’s beautiful,” she moaned.

“So are you,” I groaned as my futa-cock grew to its full girth.

She sank onto the bed, her big boobs jiggling. I went to her. She grabbed my cock as I cupped her face. I straddled her lap, my futa-cock rubbing into her stomach. I kissed her with hunger. My lips sealed on hers. I thrust my tongue past her lips. She groaned, kissing me back with hunger.

I loved it.

My tongue danced with hers. It played around and swirled. The pleasure shot through me. This was so intoxicating. Her lips felt so wonderful on mine. Her free hand grabbed my ass. She held me tight, kneading my right butt-cheek, her other hand stroking my cock.

I kissed her with hunger. My tongue danced around in her mouth, my boobs piled above hers. I loved the feel of her hand stroking me, my tip rubbing up and down her torso. Precum spilled over her flesh.

I broke the kiss. “Helena...”

“Madeline!”

I pushed her down onto her back, chasing her down and kissing her. This time, our boobs piled together. Our nipples brushed. Sparks zapped between us, the current grounding out in my cunt. my pussy clenched, my futa-dick throbbing.

My tongue danced with hers. They dueled. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight. Her hands clenched my rump, squeezing tight. My futa-cock throbbed between us as kissed her. I loved the reverend’s wife.

I was such a wicked MILF.

I broke the kiss and purred, “You are gorgeous, Helena.”

She smiled at me. “So are you, Madeline. I never realized it, but women are so sexy.”

I grinned at her.

I kissed at her chin then at the hollow of her throat. My nipples nibbled as I scooted back on my knees, reaching the edge of the bed. My boobs slid off of hers as I kissed lower and lower. My hands cupped her boobs.

I squeezed those big and heavy mounds. My fingers dug into them. I shook them. She groaned, her whimpers echoing through the bedroom. I loved the sound she made. My mouth hungered. My cunt clenched and futa-cock throbbed.

I slipped my legs off the bed as I smooched to her boobs. I followed her breastbone down between her tits. I rubbed those big and lush mounds into the sides of my face. I saw why my daughter liked them big.

“Oh, Madeline,” the sexy wife said. “Mmm, this is wonderful. But I want your cock in me.”

“Foreplay first,” I moaned. “I’m not a man.”

She smiled. “No, you’re not.”

I rubbed my face back and forth between her tits, her silky flesh rubbing on my cheeks. I kissed and smooched and nibbled with my lips on her bountiful boobs. My own tits rested on her stomach, my nipples throbbing against her belly.

She squirmed, massaging my breasts and nubs. I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I kissed up and up the inner slope of her tit. I climbed up and up to her dusky-pink nipple and her wide areola

“Ooh, Madeline,” she moaned as I licked to her areola.

I flicked her nipple.

“Yes!” she gasped.

I sucked her nub into my mouth.

My lips sealed tight about her. Sucking, I loved her nub. Both my hands kneaded her tits. I jiggled them as I nursed on her. I loved the feel of her nipple in my mouth. There was something so amazing about nursing on a woman’s nub.

Something amazing. Beautiful. Wonderful.

I fluttered my tongue around her areola. She groaned, her body squirming beneath me, her belly massaging my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite. I loved every moment of it. She whimpered and moaned.

“Oh, Madeline, you’re making my pussy so wet.”

I winked at her.

“Naughty futa!”

I popped my mouth off to moan, “I am.”

“Good.”

Purring my delight, I darted my head over and engulfed her other nipple. My lips sealed over her nub. I suckled. She squealed. Her head tossed back and forth as I worshiped her nub. Loved the salty flavor of her nipple. The feel in my mouth. The plumpness of her tits filling my hand.

Breasts were amazing.

I loved her nipple as she gasped and squirmed. My nubs ached as they rubbed into her belly. I had to do this for my daughter. I would enjoy myself. And so would Helena. Her passion echoed around her bedroom.

She shuddered on her marriage bed. I nursed with passion on her nipple. I savored that wonderful nub in my mouth. My lips nibbled between suckles. She gasped and moaned. Her voice echoed around me. She moaned my name with such passion.

“Take me! Just take me!” she gasped. “I need you in me, Madeline.”

I popped my mouth off of her. “Need me in you, huh?”

“Yes!” She arched her back. “Oh, Lord, my body is so alive. I’ve been dead to my pleasure for all these years. I want it! Give it to me!”

I grinned and slid down her body, my boobs dragging down her delicious flesh. My nipples throbbed and ached as I settled between her thighs, kneeling on the carpeted floor. She sat up, frowning at me. I winked at her and darted for her cum-matted twat.

I pressed my face into those sticky curls. Her pubic hair rubbed over my face. She groaned as I plunged my tongue into her twat. I groaned, savoring the spicy flavor of her pussy—a stronger flavor than her daughter’s younger cunt—mixed with my daughter’s futa-cum.

“I need you in me!” she moaned. “Please, Madeline.”

“I was in you,” I purred and thrust my tongue back into her snatch.

“I meant your cock!” she gasped.

“You should have said that.”

“Oooh, Madeline!” she gasped. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when you’re in me. My pussy is going to melt you. Just slam in me.”

“When I’m done teasing you,” I purred and thrust my tongue back into her cunt.

She gasped as I licked out my daughter’s cum and her spicy juices. I loved that flavor. This was incredible. I swirled about in her. I licked and lapped and feasted on her. she groaned, her body squirming. This was such a delight. I was so glad I could do this to her. That I could drive her wild. She would cum and cum and cum.

It would be amazing.

My tongue danced around in her cunt. I licked and lapped at her. I feasted on her with hunger. She groaned, her body humping against me. This was such a wonderful delight. Her cum-matted curls smeared jizz on my face.

“Madeline!” she moaned as I dug out more cum from her depths, my tongue curling around in her. “Oh, Lord, yes!”

She squeezed her thighs about my face. She held me tight as I thrust my tongue into her cunt. I wiggled as deep as I could, searching for any more of my daughter’s cum. So much must have been soaked into her panties.

What a waste.

I sealed my lips around her pussy hole and suckled. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed on her pussy. Spicy cream spilled into my mouth. I nursed again. She gasped, her big boobs jiggling. Futa-cum poured into my mouth.

“Oh, you’re so amazing, Madeline!” she gasped. “That’s ... You’re ... I never imagined anything like this could happen to me.”

I knew what she meant.

I fluttered my tongue inside of her, I swirled around in her. It was amazing. She groaned, squeezing her twat around my face. She humped against me. Her passion echoed around her as she ground on me. My tongue danced in her snatch. I loved her. I savored eating her out.

It was a pleasure. A real treat.

She humped against me. Her passion echoed through the air. My tongue danced around in her snatch. I loved the taste of her. The wonderful flavor of her snatch. She gasped and moaned, squeezing her thighs about my face.

“That’s perfect,” she gasped. “You’re amazing. Oh, yes, yes, this is awesome!”

I winked at her as I sucked on her clit. Her moans and gasps echoed through the room. I loved the taste of her. I fluttered my tongue around in her. I caressed her. She groaned, her body quivering. Her thighs gripped my head, her flesh so silky.

Her hands grabbed her tits. She giggled then, fingers digging into those pillowy mounds. She groaned through clenched teeth as I suckled on her clit. Her head drummed into the mattress. The spicy flavor of her pussy swelled.

Then her cunt cream gushed out.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” she howled.

I drank down her cream. Her juices flowed over my lips and down my chin. My tongue lapped at her furred muff. Her fingers shook her tits as she cried out her passion. Her ecstasy resounded through the room.

“I need your futa-cock in me!” she begged. “Please, please, Madeline. Ram that huge beauty into me.”

I licked my lips and rose, my futa-cock thrusting before me. She stared at it with hunger, her fingers kneading her tits. I shuddered. This next part would be so intimate. I would share something profound with the reverend’s wife.

I know, the futa-angel whispered. But Sky’s already destroyed her intimacy with her husband.

I slid onto the bed, my futa-cock bobbing before me. She stared at it and bit her lip. She grabbed me with her greedy hand as I crawled over her. My breasts dragged over her stomach and then piled into her breasts.

“I’m going to need you to open yourself up to me,” I purred. “Your body. Your heart. Your soul. You have to accept everything.”

“I will,” she moaned, rubbing my cock into her pussy. “I’m so open to it. I need this. I thought I was happy, content, but I was blind. Now I can see!”

I kissed her on the mouth, my tits piling into her boobs, and thrust into her. She groaned as I buried into the depths of her married pussy. Her arms and legs wrapped around my body. She held me tight. I groaned, my cunt throbbing. I ached in her.

Her hands grabbed my ass. She held me tight. She gripped me with her strong hands. It was an amazing delight to enjoy. I groaned, my cock throbbing in her cunt’s depths. My tongue danced with hers, our lips seasoned by her cunt.

I drew back my cock.

She whimpered into my mouth.

I groaned and thrust into her pussy. I savored her twat welcoming me into her depths again and again. This was amazing. This was awesome. It was just the best thing in the world. I shuddered and pumped away at her.

Our bodies moved together. The friction of her pussy massaged my cock. My ovaries brimmed with futa-cum. My pussy clenched. The heat swelled in me. I kissed her hard and fast. I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

I buried into her hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. She gasped and shuddered beneath me. Her pussy clenched down on me. She held me tight as I plunged into her cunt over and over again. She massaged me.

That’s it, Grace whispered. Drive her to an orgasm.

I broke the kiss with Helena. I leaned into her ear. “Just be open to my passion. My love, Helena. My motherly love. Do you feel it.”

“Oh, I feel it,” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on my cock. “Oh, Madeline, yes, yes, I love your futa-cock in me. It’s amazing. My cunt was made to take big clit-dicks!”

I licked her ear. “Then cum on it. explode.”

“Getting there!”

I kissed up her jawline to her lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt. My boobs rubbed over her tits. My nipples throbbed when they brushed hers. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

My pussy grew hotter with every thrust into her married snatch. The bed groaned beneath us as I thrust into her snatch. I loved the way she squeezed about me. It was incredible. I loved every moment of it.

She squeezed down hard on me. Her fingernails bit into my rump. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth. She groaned, humping up into my thrusts. I plowed into her, my heart full of my motherly love for Sky.

I would save her from the futa-demon.

I slammed deep and hard into Helena. I buried to the hilt in her and drew back. She squealed. Her body trembled. Grace quivered inside of me. We were hurtling toward that moment. I slammed back into the MILF’s cunt.

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

I erupted.

My cum pumped into her pussy. And more than jizz flowed into her. Everything I had fired out of me and filled the reverend’s wife and her spasming pussy. I kissed her, darkness devouring her vision as my cock spurted again and again.

It was amazing. Just this fantastic moment of ecstasy. I quivered on her, my eyes squeezing shut, and then I collapsed on her gasping body, all my cum fired into her pussy. I took one last, deep breath as she quivered beneath me, her pussy massaging my cock and pulling out that last bit.

I had to believe Grace that this would work.

Sky Marlow

“You ready for some mommy pussy,” I asked Georgia.

“I want it,” she said. “Watching you and your mother ... It’s such a beautiful thing. I don’t know why. I know it should be a sin, incest and lesbianism and all that, but ... but ... It’s awe-inspiring.”

I blinked. “Beautiful.”

She cast her gaze to me. “Yeah, beautiful. You’ve never realized that? You and your mother love each other. It’s amazing.”

My brow furrowed. “She wants to control me.”

“D’oh.” Georgia giggled. “She’s your mother. She wants to control you because she cares for you. She wants you to be safe. To be healthy. She’s lived twice as long as you, I hope you know that. She’s made dumb mistakes and she sees you making your own. Of course, she wants to see that.”

I swallowed.

Your mother just wants you to not have any fun, said Spice. The futa-demon’s cute face peered out of the rearview mirror. She always has. No dating. No wearing sexy clothes. Go to church. Don’t hang out with Natalie. You know what she did to you. You rebelled. You broke free of her control and you seized your pleasures for yourself.

Just like you are now, Sky. That’s why I choose you. Why you’re perfect. So don’t let Georgia’s naïve sentimentality poison your impression of your mother’s true actions.

I nodded. Spice was right. My mother had always been the collar and leash keeping me from having fun. I had ripped it off. I wasn’t about to turn back now. Not when I had Georgia eager to enjoy incest with her mother.

I glanced at the girl. “Mmm, you want to eat some Mommy pussy, don’t you?” I purred. “I left her with a cunt full of jizz.”

She snapped her gaze to me. Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, you almost caught us,” I told her. “Your mother loved my cock. She screamed her head off, but you didn’t notice. You were rocking it to the Jesus music.”

“Oh, my gosh,” she said, blushing and squirming.

“Relax, relax,” I told her. “Remember, my mom approved. She realized it with Mrs. Reyes. Your dad never pleased your mom. She never had orgasms like I give you. Or my mom gives you.”

“Never?” Georgia asked.

“Yeah. She was gagging for it. I mean, she’ll be waiting for us at home. You’ll see.” I grinned. “I mean, she won’t think you’ll be in on it. But don’t you worry, this is going to be awesome.”

Georgia nodded. She licked her lips, so eager to eat that mommy pussy. She had blossomed from that quiet little reverend’s daughter into a complete slut. I loved it. My futa-cock throbbed and ached. Maybe I would keep dating her.

She was a delicious girl.

In a few minutes, we were pulling up at her house. I hummed as I drove into the driveway. I stretched my back while Georgia just hopped out of the car. She was so eager for it. I slid out of the car and followed after her. Georgia rushed up to the porch, her skirt swirling about her thighs. She pulled out her keys from her purse and unlocked the door.

“Dad won’t be home for a few more hours,” she said and opened the door.

“Good,” I said, looking around for the MILF.

From upstairs, Mrs. Matthews swept down in an open robe, her lilac dressing gown on beneath. It came down to her knees and molded to her breasts. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her black hair fell in a mused fall.

“Oh, Sky,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “You know, I was wondering if I could try and save your soul.”