Chapter 15: Futa Mommy Saves Her Daughter

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sky Marlow

“She’s mine!” Spice hissed. Her voice was that same melodic one I remembered from the video I’d watched in the church’s bathroom a few days ago. The futa-demon held me tight, her futa-cock buried in my ass. “I won’t let you have her.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” I asked, standing in a dark void. Just moments ago, Mrs. Matthews, the reverend’s wife, had fucked me with her futa-cock and cum in me. She shouldn’t have had one, and Spice said it was a trap, but I couldn’t resist getting fucked by her.

She was the reverend’s wife.

Now my mom and this petite futa-angel were staring at me. Mom’s futa-cock thrust out from her blonde bush. Her big boobs swayed as she walked across nothing towards us. Her blue eyes smoldered with an intensity that I had never seen before.

“What is this?” I demanded.

“Your soul,” the futa-angel said. Her voice was sweet. She had a halo glowing over her head and small breasts. Her blonde hair contrasted her pale skin. “You’re held tight by Spice. She’s made you her slave.”

“I’m not her slave!” I hissed.

“You are out of control,” Mom said, stopping before me. “You’re lying. You’re tricking people. Hurting people. Hurting me.” Pain flared in her eyes.

I flinched at it.

She cupped my face, her fingers gentle on them. “When I grew my cock and embraced being a futa, I just wanted you. Me and you loving each other. Forming something beyond mother and daughter. Lovers, Sky.”

“She’s trying to control you,” Spice whispered in my ear, her futa-cock throbbing in my asshole. “Like she has your entire life. She hates that you’re sexually awakened while she repressed who she was.”

“You’re having a lot of fun with girls my age,” I spat at her, not about to be tricked. I wouldn’t be my mother’s good little girl. “Georgia, Aoi, my best friend. You have them all wrapped around your cock. They’re all so eager for it. Will do anything for it. What do you care if I go out and fuck some married MILFs.”

“You’re breaking up marriages,” Mom said. “Mrs. Matthews ... She’ll never be happy with her husband. It’s going to destroy our church when she leaves him. It’ll shake the community.”

“If she really loved him, my cock wouldn’t have done shit,” I said. “She was unhappy and I gave her a taste of joy. Just like I did for you.”

Mom swallowed. “That’s ... true. But they could have worked things out. They could have had a chance before you ruined them with your futa-cock. How can any woman go back to a man after having you, Sky?”

“Or you, Mom?” I arched an eyebrow. “Aoi and Georgia will never be good, Christian women. Never marry a guy and have the white picket fence and 2.5 children. They’re sluts for futa-cocks now. I got Georgia licking her own mother’s pussy tonight to clean out my cum.”

“Actually, that was my cum,” said Mom. “I fucked her while you were on your date.”

“So you’re no better than me.”

“I’m not.” Mom swallowed. “We’re both making mistakes. I ... I want you all to myself, but I can’t, can I? I’ve lost you. Not just to this demon, but to the world. My little girl grew up. I tried and tried so hard to deny that, but you’re a woman. A beautiful futa. I love you, Sky.”

I frowned.

“I thought by seducing virgins, I could keep you with me. I did want to hold onto you. I love being with you. When we made love after church, just me and you, I thought, for a moment, I had my little girl back. Not the way any mother should, but I could accept it. And then you rejected me. You lied to me. You deceived me. Mrs. Reyes, right? You had already seduced her, hadn’t you?”

I squirmed.

“Why, Sky?” She had tears in her eyes.

“Don’t fall for it,” Spice whispered. She squeezed tighter about me. “You’re mine.”

Mom blinked her eyes. “You disappointed me, Sky.”

“Mom,” I groaned. “I...”

“I know, I know, you wanted to satiate your futa-cock. You thought only about yourself. You took Georgia out on a date, making that poor girl think you care about her. You’re going to break her heart, Sky. She thinks you love her, and you don’t, do you?”

I looked down.

“Who cares about love,” Spice whispered. “There’s MILFs to fuck. Love just gets in the way.”

“You’re going to hurt her. Her mother. Mrs. Reyes. Our neighbor, Mrs. Spencer. You’re going to break heart after heart, using and tricking and abusing people to get what you want. Is that the sort of person you want to be?”

I swallowed.

“A manipulator? A deceiver? Look at me, Sky!”

I shot my gaze up. Mom’s blue eyes swam with pain.

“How many more people are you going to hurt to get what you want. I’m not going to control you. I’m not going to stop you. I don’t want you playing these games just to trick me. I won’t stop you if you want to fuck every MILF in the world.”

“Madeline,” the angel said. “This isn’t—”

“Hush,” Mom said. “I’m talking to my daughter. This isn’t about angels or demons.”

I squeezed my bowels around Spice’s cock. She held me so tight, pulling me into her large breasts. She nibbled on my ear, almost biting me. Her right leg slid around mine, hooking me and pulling me tight to her.

“Sky, do you want to be a person who hurts people or loves people?”

“Love,” I whispered. “I have been loving—”

“Sky!” she snapped. “You ripped my heart to shreds. I thought you had finally opened up to me, but you’ve been lying to me. Manipulating me. Leading me into being just like you. You want to be that woman, then at least be honest about what you’re doing. That you’re causing people pain.”

“I didn’t ... think...”

“Don’t listen to her,” whispered Spice. “Mmm, you’ve conquered this reverend’s wife, but there are so many others out there. Pious women who need a real cock to wake them up. Think of all the games we can play.”

“I love you, Sky,” Mom said. She cupped my face. “I truly do. You can hurt me and I’ll forgive you. Parents learn to grow thick hearts. Otherwise, we’d hate our children. But others ... Don’t hurt them. Don’t break their hearts like you will with Georgia.”

“I’m not going to break her heart,” I muttered.

“You’re using her to fuck her mother!”

I flinched. “I ... Well ... I mean...” I swallowed. Georgia’s crying face appeared in my mind. “I like her.”

“You don’t need her,” Spice whispered. She licked my earlobe making me shudder. Her hands rubbed over my small breasts, my nipples throbbing. Tingles shot down to my pussy and then up to the tip of my futa-cock. “You don’t need anyone. There’s just so much fun you can be having. Screw Georgia. Who cares about her. She’s one of your mother’s little puppets. She’ll comfort her. Mmm, there’s Mrs. Carson and Mrs. Juarez. They are ‘good’ church wives. They’ll be such a delight to seduce. Mrs. Juarez has a daughter. The perfect in to get to the mother.”

I frowned.

“So the choice is yours,” Mom said. She stood there. “I can help you break free of Spice and you can be a futa who loves people. Who doesn’t hurt them? Who doesn’t use them.”

“You used Aoi,” I hissed, my stomach tightening. I couldn’t be a terrible person.

“I did.” Pain crossed her face. “I just wanted so desperately to hold on. But that’s the problem. Mothers have to let go of their children. If we hug them too tightly, they can never grow. We can just be there to guide them. To help them when they face difficult choices. To advise them. And to love them even when they make mistakes. I love you, Sky. I do.”

“Mom,” I croaked.

“Love is just a collar of a different sort,” Spice moaned. “Don’t listen to her. Think of all the fun we can have. All the MILFs we can fuck.”

I swallowed. Mr. Matthews was about to have his heart broken. I turned his wife into a whore. Mom and I turned his daughter into a slut. Through lust. Desire to control. To possess. I didn’t care about anything. Mrs. Spencer just had a baby and Mrs. Reyes had her husband. And what about Mrs. Simmons. She was angry at her husband and now...

Would she leave her husband because she ran into me at the movie theater?

“Don’t you even dare think of leaving me,” Spice hissed. “I picked you. You’re perfect. All the fun we’ve had.”

“Perfect?” I asked.

“Mmm, just brimming with lust.” The futa-demon pinched my nipples. “Just aching to enjoy yourself and fuck the consequences.”

I frowned at that. No consequences... “You mean, just do what I want and who cares what happens to anyone?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?” Spice nibbled on my earlobe. “Since you started hanging out with Natalie. Fucking guys. Sucking dicks. Licking pussies. You were just out there to have fun, and you didn’t care who’s heart you broke. Who you hurt. Let’s just have fun. So many MILFs out there to love.”

“Do you really want such an empty life, Sky?” Mom asked. She put her hands on her hips. “Huh? A live without anyone to share it with. Sure, you get off, spurt some cum, have an orgasm, and then what? What happens when you’ve hurt me so much I won’t be there for you any longer.”

Those words shook me up. Then I saw the pain in her eyes. The wounds I had inflicted on her. This raw pain that my lies had created in her. I took in a shuddering breath and then swallowed. Had I really hurt my mother with my actions?

“I thought things have changed,” she said. “I just want to have my daughter back. You don’t have to be faithful to me. I think we’ve both moved beyond that, and I understand if things don’t work out between you and Georgia, but to just use that sweet girl as a stepping stone to fuck her mother ... To put another notch on your bedpost, that’s terrible Sky. Horrible. How would you like to have your heart trampled by that.”

“Who needs a heart,” whispered Spice. “Love. It’s just a lie. It doesn’t exist.”

“I love you, Sky,” Mom said. She smiled at me. “I’ve always loved you. Even when you infuriated me.” She touched her hand to her heart, her large breasts quivering. “Even when you hurt me, I still love you. That’s why I’m here.”

“Mom?” I asked, my throat choking up.

“Don’t tell me you’re buying this BS?” Spice hissed. She drew back her futa-cock and then slammed into my asshole. I gasped as the heat shot to the tip of my cock, my pussy clenching beneath from the rush of delight. “You’re not that stupid, Sky. I know you’re not. You won’t be tricked by your mother’s lies.”

“Those don’t sound like lies,” I said.

“Of course they are! Everyone lies!” Spice drew back again. “You lie all the time, Sky. So does everyone else.”

I swallowed. I had never really thought about others. I didn’t care what really happened to Georgia. She was fun to play with, like a new toy. When I was a kid, I had cared for my dollies. I had given them names, and when a new one came along, I’d toss them. Forget about them. They didn’t matter to me.

They were just things.

But Georgia wasn’t a thing. Nor was Mom.

What was I doing? Having fun? Just enjoying life? What happened when I grew bored of fucking MILFs? What if the novelty of having a futa-cock wore off? Who would I turn to after I had used everyone in my life? Who would care for me when I hurt myself? When I needed a new place to live? Lost my job?

I was sixteen. I would be an adult soon.

“Mommy?” I whispered. “I ... I ... I’m sorry!”

“No!” Spice hissed. She pumped away at my asshole. I gasped at the surge of pleasure that rushed through me. “You are not getting away from me. You gave me your soul. You sold yourself to me, Sky.”

“I didn’t know I was doing that?” I gasped as she rammed into my asshole.

“Mmm, buyer beware.” Spice giggled as she slammed that futa-cock into my bowels.

I struggled to break free of her arms, but they held me like bands of steel. Her cock hammered my asshole with vigor. The heat melted to my cunt. My ovaries drank in the heat and my futa-cock throbbed before me. I groaned.

I couldn’t get away from her. She held me so tight. She squeezed about me. I whimpered, fear beating in my heart. How was I getting out of this? I shuddered, the pleasure so intense. It was hard to think. To resist.

“Just surrender,” purred Spice. “We’re going to have so much fun. You’ll never run out of married MILFs to fuck. There are thousands and thousands of preacher’s wives and reverend’s brides to seduce and soil.”

“But ... but... !” I gasped. Stars twinkled before my eyes, the pleasure building and building in me. “What I if don’t want that?”

“You do!” Spice’s crotch smacked into my asshole.

The pressure swelled in my ovaries. My cock throbbed and ached. I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I groaned at how great this felt. I bit my tongue, whimpering. MILFs flashed in my eyes. Busty women, mature and delicious who needed my futa-dick to please them.

An endless stream of fucking. Sucking. I’d go from MILF to MILF, spreading their thighs, feasting on their cunts, slamming my futa-dick into their pussies. I’d leave them dripping in cum for their husbands to find.

I would fracture churches. Tear couples apart. I would rut and satiate my lusts and leave so much pain in my wake. Spice wanted me to do that. She pinched my nipples as she slammed her futa-cock into my asshole.

She wanted me to give them a taste of ecstasy and then walk away, deny them. Leave them craving something no man can ever give them. Unfulfilled for the rest of their lives, always craving my futa-cock.

And they would never get it.

That was what we did to the women. Mom and I both. That was why they would do anything for us. Deep inside, they were addicted to our futa-cocks. To the exquisite pleasure. I would give them a moment of rapture and a lifetime of longing.

I whimpered, struggling to escape the futa-demon’s embrace and reaming clit-dick, but it felt so good. I would have so much rapture following Spice’s plan. I didn’t have to fight it. I didn’t have to feel bad. I just had to live in the moment. There were no consequences if I was only in the present.

Those were for the future. I would never have a future. Just be Spice’s futa-slave.

I ... I ... couldn’t fight this. It felt too good.

“Sky,” Mom whispered. Her hands cupped my face. “I’m here for you.”

“Help me, Mommy!” I cried out, my eyes snapping open.

Mom kissed me.

My mother’s plump lips sealed on mine. It was not a motherly kiss. It was a lover’s passion. That ecstasy we had shared that Sunday afternoon when we had only loved each other. Her futa-cock pressed into my stomach while her leg hooked over my waist and Spice’s and...

Her pussy pressed against my futa-cock.

The twat that had birthed me engulfed my clit-dick. I groaned into her kiss at the ecstasy of her pussy. The pleasure felt so taboo and so pure at the same time. This was where I had come from. I was sliding back home into my mother’s pussy, my cock nudging into her cervix.

Her womb just beyond.

Spice fucked me, but her pleasure couldn’t compare to what my mother gave me. It was more than just the bliss of being in a MILFs pussy. It was a mother hugging me. Kissing me. It was unconditional love and acceptance.

A delicious and wonderful sensation.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I kissed my mother. She squeezed her snatch about me. I groaned, my cock throbbing in her twat. She felt wonderful as Spice hammered my bowels. I would cum hard, but it would be sharing that pleasure with my mother.

I hugged her to me, her big breasts pillowing against my small tits. I shuddered, crying and moaning at the same time. Such joy burst through me. My mother still loved me. After all I had done to make her hate me.

The slutty behavior.

Fucking every boy and licking every cunt I could.

Seducing her with my futa-cock.

I wanted to drive her away. I wanted to hurt her because ... because ... she drove Dad away. But it really wasn’t her fault. He wasn’t what she needed. They weren’t good for each other. That was why they broke up.

It was both their fault and neither.

I had hurt and hurt and hurt my mother, and she was here, in my soul with a fucking angel. She was willing to save me from a demon that ass-fucked me with a vengeance. I shuddered in Mom’s embrace as my orgasm built and built.

I would fire all that cum into her. I would shower her in my love. My hands slid down her back and grabbed her plump ass. Her nipples rubbed across my nubs. Sparks flared. I shuddered and trembled.

My mother would save me because she loved me.

And I loved her. I loved her so much. I broke the kiss and moaned, “I’m so sorry, Mommy!”

“I forgive you, Sky.” She smiled at me, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Always. You just have to ask with a sincere heart!”

“Mommy!” I gasped and exploded.

My asshole convulsed around Spice’s futa-dick while my cock unloaded into the loving embrace of my mother’s cunt. I shuddered, spunk spurting into her pussy. She held me so tight, her cunt so warm around my dick.

It was fantastic. Though Spice hammered my asshole, I didn’t care. I felt so light. So free. I held Mom tight, my futa-cum firing into her snatch over and over again. It was wonderful to feel. Rapture slammed into my mind. Sparks flared.

Then Mom pulled, and I...

Came free of Spice’s embrace.

“No!” the futa-demon hissed as Mom fell onto her back, pulling me with her.

I gasped, kissing mom, my cum spurting over and over into her pussy, the ecstasy spilling over my thoughts. I shuddered on my busty mother, reveling in this moment. Then Spice snarled. Her hands grabbed my hips and she pulled, trying to pry me from my mother.

“You’re mine!” she hissed. “You don’t get to escape me, Spice! You gave yourself to me!”

“She’s made her choice!” the angel shouted.

I broke the kiss with mom to see the angel seizing Spice by the shoulders and hauling her up. Shadows flashed around the futa-demon while light flared from the angel. Then the futa-angel kissed Spice and wrapped her up in strong arms.

The futa-demon thrashed. She howled in fury as the light from the angel grew and grew and then...

They were gone.

“Mom?” I asked and suddenly I felt so woozy. The world around me grew hazy. Mom started to feel insubstantial. Panic swelled in me. “Mom, what’s happening!”

“Don’t worry,” Mom said, smiling as everything faded. “You’re just waking up. I’ll see you on the—”

My eyes snapped open. I stared into blue eyes. But they weren’t my mom’s. They were Mrs. Matthews. She shuddered atop me, her black hair falling around her face. Her futa-dick throbbed inside of me.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped. “Mom! Mom! I have to find her!”

“Shhh,” Mrs. Matthews whispered. She rolled off of me, her cock sliding out of my pussy. I gasped at that wet slide and then she popped free. “She’s in Georgia’s room. I carried her in there after she passed out when she gave me the dick.”

“She passed out?” I gasped. “Mom!”

“What’s going on?” Georgia asked.

“I’ll explain,” her mom said while I rolled off the bed and stood up, cum leaking out of me.

“Can I sit on your dick while you do it, Mommy?” Georgia asked.

“Of course.”

I darted out of Mrs. Matthews’s bedroom and reached Georgia’s in a flash. I had remembered how it was closed when I passed. I threw it open to find my mom sitting up on the bed naked. She froze at the sight of me, her big boobs swelling,.

“Mom!” I gasped, relief swelling through me. “Oh, my god, what did you do?”

“I freed us from Grace and Spice.” Mom smiled. “Those two have even more to work out than me and you do.”

I grinned at her and then I rushed to her, my big futa-cock bouncing before me. I got to the bed then glanced down at her crotch. She had a blonde bush but no mommy-dick thrust from it. Mrs. Matthews had gotten her futa-cock somehow.

Did that mean... ?

“Did you lose your cock, Mom?” I asked, scared that I had cost her that amazing gift.

“Oh, what?” she glanced down and her brow furrowed in concentration. Then she let out a sigh as her pink clit swelled. “Nope, just shrunk down while I was unconscious.”