Chapter 2: Mommy Tempts Her Futa-Daughter

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

“This is very, very bad,” whimpered Grace the Futa-Angel. Her motherly face, lit by the golden halo floating above the crown of her head, twisted with concern. Her long, blonde hair spilled down her back and amid her white-feathered wings. “I’m going to be in so much trouble.”

Spice had been bad. Again.

Last time she had escaped, she started a century of witch hunts in Germany. The inquisition had been searching for girls with the “witch’s mark” on their bodies: their big, throbbing girl-dicks. So many innocent people were hurt.

Of course, the world had changed but, still, it was Grace’s job to keep the futa-demon in check. She still didn’t know how Spice did it. How she had so effortlessly left her prison behind. Grace had done everything to keep Spice’s attention. Five hundred years of blowjobs and anal and then sucking the dirty dick clean and starting it over.

They had sex in every way two futas could.

Her slender figure quivered, her small breasts jiggling. She would be in so much trouble if she couldn’t nip this in the bud. But Spice had already infected the first girl with lust. And a depraved form of it, too.

MILF lust. Mother lust. Incest.

“No, no, no,” wailed Grace. What was she to do to stop this?

Sky Marlow

I slid my girl-dick out of Mom’s pussy. She gasped, shuddering. The wet glide my shaft made echoed around us. Then a plop and I was out of the very pussy that had birthed me. My new clit-dick bobbed before me.

“Oh, my fucking god, that was amazing,” I groaned, staring at my mother. She had cum drying on her face and on the front of her Sunday Dress. Reverend Matthews still droned on and on with his sermon, broadcasted through the speakers through the church’s ladies’ room.

“How?” groaned my uptight mother, her blonde hair swaying about her flushed face. “You have a ... a ... a penis.”

“Please, Mom, it’s a dick.” I grabbed my wet shaft. I was still hard. I still had cum up in my pussy.

“Your ovaries,” the naughty futa-demon who had given me this gift whispered in my mind. she was peering over my mother’s shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. A cute thing with red hair and black devil horns peeking out of the curls. She had a youthful face, adorable and cute like me.

I was sixteen, my body slender and petite. I was cute as fuck. Hot as fuck. Sexy as goddamn fuck. I loved sex. With boys. With girls. It didn’t matter. My mom could be such an uptight bitch who had given dad so little pussy he had left us.

I did not blame him.

I reveled in sex. I had come into the bathroom at church to masturbate to some hot porn my friend, Natalie, had sent me. Only the demon had appeared and fired her jizz through my phone’s screen. My cock grew. I jacked off. Mom caught me. After a facial, she was overcome with lust for my dick. Blew me. Then I fucked her.

God, it had been hot.

“How?”

“Does it matter?” I asked. “Mmm, you loved my great, big futa-dick fucking that frigid cunt. Mmm, how hard did you cum, Mommy dearest?”

“Sky!” she gasped. “really, you shouldn’t talk like that to me. I’m your mother.”

“My mommy-whore,” I said. “God, the way you sucked my dick ... If you ever blew Dad like that, he never would have left us.”

She blushed and looked away.

“God, you’re so innocent. That was your first blowjob, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, her cheeks so red.

“You’re forty-fucking years old. That’s so sad. I’m sixteen. I’ve fucked more guys than you, licked more cunts than you, and cum more times than you.”

“Sky!” she groaned. “You ... you ... With girls?”

“It’s the twenty-first century. Most girls are down to eat the V. It’s just fun. I like dicks better. Or I did. MILFs are turning me on.”

“MILFs?”

“Yeah. You. Mrs. Matthews. Natalie’s mom. Mrs. Carson, Mrs. Juarez, Mrs. Greene, and fucking Mrs. Dancer.” I shuddered. “Mothers I’d Love to Fuck. MILFs.”

“They’re married!” gasped my mother.

“I know,” I groaned and fell to my knees. She still had her legs spread, her thick, blonde bush a tangled mess of cum, hiding her thick pussy lips. “God, Mom, you don’t even trim? You got 70’s bush going on down there.”

“W-what are you doing?” she asked as I leaned forward.

“Going to eat your pussy, Mommy?” I purred. “Nothing like a creampie. I want to taste my cum out of your cunt. God, I bet you’re not on birth control. I know sure as fuck you haven’t hit menopause yet. I wonder if we made a baby.”

“Oh, Lord,” Mom groaned. “Sky, this has to stop. You can’t.”

“I can.” I winked at her. “Try and stop me, Mommy.”

I nuzzled my face into her sticky bush. I licked up my cum from those wonderful strands. I savored the feel of them. They tasted so delicious. I licked again, trembling from the flavor of the thick spunk.

My girl-spunk.

God, this was hot. Mom trembled. She stared down past her boobs, still covered by that dress, to lock staring at me with quivering, blue eyes. I winked at her and then I nuzzled in deeper. I found the wet lips of her pussy.

I licked her.

“Oh, Sky,” she gasped, trembling.

“Mmm, like that?” I asked. She didn’t answer.

So I licked her again, sliding through her folds. My salty cum almost drowned out the tangy delight of her cunt. I loved that taste. It was delicious. Wonderful. We had nearly the same flavor of pussy. I thrust my tongue in deeper, fluttering around while she moaned.

“So, do you like that, Mommy?”

“D-don’t call me Mommy right now,” she moaned. “It makes this feel dirty.”

“I know, Mommy,” I cooed. “It’s so hot licking.” I licked. “Lapping.” I lapped. “And gathering my cum out of my sexy mommy’s cunt.” I gathered. A lot.

As she moaned, I scooped a great, big dollop of my jizz flavored by her tangy pussy. The delight melted through my mouth. I groaned and dug into the feast again. And again. Her golden curls rubbed on my cheeks. She tasted amazing mixed with my futa-cum.

Her moans and whimpers sang in my ears. I groaned, loving every second of devouring my mother’s creampie. I fluttered about her, savoring salty cum and tangy pussy. My tongue darted into her depths to scoop it out.

“Sky,” she groaned.

“Mmm, does Mommy love what I’m doing?” I cooed as girlishly as possible, my futa-dick and pussy clenching. Juices ran down my thighs and the bottom of my throbbing girl-dick.

“Yes,” she groaned, looking away.

“Mmm, it’s hotter when you stare into my eyes as I lick you clean of all that cum.” My tongue darted in her and scooped out more of my spunk. “You need to encourage your daughter to be a good girl and clean up her messes.”

“Oh, Lord, why do you make this so filthy?” she groaned, her blue eyes staring down at me. “Because it’s hot.” I shivered. “This is incest, Mommy. Incest. It deserves to be as filthy and depraved as we can make it. Now, just enjoy it.”

I stared into her blue eyes as my tongue fluttered around in her cunt. I groaned, loving the taste of her. I thrust my tongue in and scooped out that creamy jizz. It melted across my tongue. A treat. A wonderful delight to enjoy.

Just perfect. Amazing.

Mommy groaned. Her pussy clenched around my tongue as I darted into her. I found more and more of my cum, but it was starting to run out. I had fired so much in her, but there were limits. The tangy flavor of her cunt grew stronger and stronger.

Which wasn’t bad at all.

I feasted on her twat. I licked up and down her cunt, my hands stroking her thighs. I caressed her pussy lips. Brushed her clit. She gasped and bucked. I groaned and swirled around that little bud. She shivered, her blue eyes locked on mine.

“Sky,” she whimpered.

“I know,” I purred, loving staring into her baby blues. “It’s okay to cum, Mommy. I want to make you cum. I’m your good girl now.”

I sucked on her clit as she groaned, “Lord help me. That’s amazing. Oh, yes, yes. That’s wonderful. Sky. I really, really am going to ... to ... To cum!”

I winked at her as I nursed on her clit.

I could feel her orgasm growing and growing as I nursed on her clit. Her boobs jiggled beneath her dress. She looked so sexy as she squirmed around. This was so hot. So enticing. Just what I needed. I groaned, my cunt clenching and futa-dick throbbing.

She gasped and threw her head back. Her juices gushed out. My mother’s tangy cream flooded my mouth. I moaned in delight as I drank down all her delicious, incestuous delights. The depraved thrill of this moment surged through me.

It was almost orgasmic. An amazing, wondrous, stupendous euphoria.

My eyes squeezed shut as I savored every second of drinking down her pussy cream. Her wordless passion echoed through the bathroom. Her ecstasy echoed in my ears as I gulped down all of her yummy juices.

“Oh, Lord,” she breathed.

“I know,” I purred. “You came like a whore, didn’t you, Mommy?”

“What?” she gasped.

“Like a lezzie whore cumming on her naughty daughter’s mouth.”

“No, no, that’s not me. I’m not a lezzie whore.”

I stood up naked and grinned at her. “Mommy, you are a whore for me and my big-dick. And my yummy pussy.”

“Oh, Lord, how did this happen?” she moaned to the ceiling. “Why did you give me such a wicked daughter?”

I grinned.

Then she gasped. “Reverend Matthews’s giving his closing prayer. No, no, no, we have to get our clothes straightened before anyone...” She stared down at the stains on her dress. “Get dressed, Sky, we have to go home right now. No one can know.”

Part of me wanted to defy her, but at home, alone, why, I could break her down. I could make her into my complete whore. I would have a chance to play with other MILFs. I had that study date over at Georgia’s house.

Her mother would be there. Fucking the reverend’s wife beneath his own roof made my cock throb.

“Sure, Mom, let me get dressed.”

I sauntered back to the bathroom, my mind boiling with such wicked thoughts.

Madeline Marlow

Lord, why did you send me this sinful temptation? I prayed furiously as I hustled my daughter out of the church’s bathroom.

My pussy could still remember the size of her big dick stretching me out. She dwarfed her father. I had hated lying beneath him and feeling his dick pumping away at me. I endured because that was what a wife did.

But I never would do all the foul and deviant things he wanted. Suck his dick? Anal? Let him go down on me? It was all filthy. Sex was for making babies. It should be done in the dark with the woman on her back and the man pumping away as fast as possible to get it over with swiftly. It was something to be endured.

But not with my daughter. She gave me pleasure. The mythical orgasm. Many of my friends claimed to have them. They talked about doing sinful things with their husbands, even the ones who went to my church.

I had sucked my daughter’s cock. I had swallowed her cum. She had fucked me, spilled her seed in my womb. The womb where she had grown for nine months. This was insane. I couldn’t believe that I had allowed this to happen.

Sky had turned out to be a female version of her father.

It had become more and more apparent over the last few years. As she became a teenager, her hormones had gone wild. She was going out with boys—and, apparently, with girls. I knew she was sexually active. I had seen the stains in her panties. I had confronted her, and she didn’t care. She liked sex.

I started to understand why.

This was such a sinful trap.

I sat behind the steering wheel of my sedan. Sky slid languorously into the passenger seat. She had a bulge in her skirt. “Really,” she said. “I can shrink it? Hot.”

Her bulge vanished. I swallowed. Maybe it wouldn’t come back. Then, a moment later, it did. She laughed in delight as her skirt had a massive tent from her erection. She glanced over at me and grinned, her lips stained with my pussy cream.

Oh, Lord, please deliver me from this temptation.

I knew what would happen at home. There was a reason Sky hadn’t objected to leaving the church. She wanted to get me home. Alone. Her eyes roved over my body. I would be naked. A whore. She pulled up her skirt and her cock popped out. That long, thick clit-dick.

“Mmm, Mommy, I love this dick,” she cooed.

She hadn’t called me mommy in nearly a decade. Now it felt so dirty. So filthy. She reveled in the incest. I swallowed and backed out of the space. I didn’t know what to do. I had been so strong about sexual sin, and now...

Now I felt uncorked. All the lust I had repressed for all my life now poured into my pussy. It wasn’t a vagina any longer. Oh, no, that was a pussy. A twat. A naughty cunt. It hungered for my daughter’s dick—for her seed!—once more.

“Ooh, I am going to fuck all the married MILFs at church, Mom,” she said.

My hands gripped the steering wheel. “You can’t, honey. They are married. They won’t even let you.”

“Oh, they will,” she said. “I just know they’ll be big sluts for my dick. Just like you were, Mom. Mmm, weren’t you just the biggest whore for my girl-dick.” I swallowed.

“Yeah, you were. Such a big mommy whore. Just so ready to make me cum with that sucking mouth.”

Her words made me shiver.

“God, I’m going to fuck them all. Starting with Mrs. Matthews.”

My eyes bulged. “Sky!” I whimpered. “You can’t.”

“Oh, I can,” she purred.

I swallowed, my hips shifting. I had to stop this. I couldn’t let my daughter’s temptation ruin those women’s marriages and lead them into immoral sin. I ... I was already in it. I had to use my body to keep my daughter from those other women.

Those other MILFs.

Lord, help me be the ultimate temptation to my daughter, I prayed. Help me protect others from her sinful cock. Please.

“You don’t need those women,” I said, trying to sound all husky.

“Well, well, what is this?” Sky asked, giving me a look with undisguised glee. “Is Mommy getting jealous that I’ll share my futa-dick with other MILFs?”

“Yes,” I groaned. I wasn’t jealous, but I could tell a little white lie to help others. “You don’t need them. You have your mommy. My pussy.”

“Your tits?”

“Yes, yes, you can play with my tits,” I moaned, my pussy clenching.

“Can I fuck your asshole, Mommy?” she asked, placing her left hand on my knee. She shoved her hand beneath my skirt.

“You can.” I swallowed, her touch sliding up my leg. “You can fuck me in any hole you want. I’m all yours, honey. All yours.”

“You’ll lick my pussy?”

I nodded and then flicked my tongue across my lips.

Her hand slid up to my panties. She cupped my pussy through the cloth. I gasped as she rubbed at me. I squirmed there, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat rushed through me as her finger slid up and down my hot cunt.

“You are wet,” she said. “So, you’ll be my whore?”

“Yes!”

“God, that is tempting,” she purred. Her finger slid into the waistband of my panties. I slowed to a stop. “Prove it.”

“How?” I moaned, her fingers stroking up and down my cuntlips.

She glanced at the intersection a few cars ahead of us. “We got a long light here. I want to see your tits out before it turns green.”

My eyes bulged. “What?”

“You said anything, Mommy?” she cooked, her fingers stroking my pussy.

I was such a whore-mother, but I had to do anything to keep her from being wicked. From temptation. I reached behind me and found my zipper. I twisted my hands up to grab it. My seatbelt pulled at me.

I unbuckled it.

It whisked up as she watched. Her finger kept stroking me, her eyes so hot. I caught the zipper and then tugged it down. It rasped. I shuddered, so shocked I was doing this in the middle of daylight. Anyone could see me. I licked my lips.

I shrugged out of my dress, pushing it down my arms. My cheeks burned while my daughter’s hot eyes stared at me. She caressed the spongy crown of her clit dick as I struggled to get my right elbow out of the sleeve. My boobs jiggled in my bra.

Her finger kept stroking my pussy while she licked her lips, hungry to see my tits. I shuddered, realizing just what I was doing. I was becoming my daughter’s whore. I trembled, this wild beat thudding through away in my chest.

“Mmm, bra, too,” she said. “Better hurry. I’m sure Mrs. Matthews will show me her tits once she’s had a taste of my big dick.”

“Oh, Lord,” I breathed. That was why I was doing it. Saving those marriages. Keeping those married women from sin.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I twisted the clasp. It came free. I shuddered and then slid my straps off my shoulders and down my arms. I swallowed, feeling the fabric falling away from my breasts. My boobs settled, jiggling as they came free.

I threw my bra into the back seat, mortification blazing through my cheeks. Ahead, the light turned green. The first cars heading through the intersection. I grabbed the steering wheel, shocked at how hot my cunt—that dirty, sinful, wicked hole—had become.

“Someone’s nipplely,” purred my daughter. She pulled her finger out of my panties and from beneath my skirt. They dripped with my juices.

She grabbed my nipple and smeared the juices over the nub. I gasped as the delight tingled down to my pussy. My fat nub drank in her touch. I couldn’t believe how wild this was. I bit my lower lip, whimpering.

The car in front of me pulled away. I released the brake and applied the accelerator slowly, my entire body trembling. I was topless and driving through the city. Anyone could see how much of a whore I had become to my daughter.

And that sinful cock of hers.

If it wasn’t for that...

Why, why, why did this have to happen, moaned through my mind. It’s so not fair! Not fair at all!

It was more petulant than I usually was, but I could feel that injustice at how much my body responded to this. How much my desires had been inflamed by my daughter’s wanton cock. I shuddered, staring ahead at the road as she kept playing with my nipple.

I have to do something to stop this. Her and her cock is going to ruin everything!

But how could I stop this other than giving my body to my daughter and hoping she would never get bored of me.

“Mmm, I’m going to love this,” she said as I turned into our neighborhood. It had been new when my ex-husband and I moved in thirteen years ago, Sky only three. Things had been so much simpler. I had been happy.

Now...

I turned onto our side street, a winding road that led to the cul-de-sac and our house. I pulled into the driveway and hit the remote to open the garage. My daughter pinched my nipple and shook her head.

“Park right here,” she purred. Then she climbed out of the car, her cock thrusting out before her without a hint of shame.

She sauntered around the car. I couldn’t move. I was rooted to my seat. My tits were out. One of our neighbors would see. This would be a disaster. Then Sky was opening my door and proffering her hand.

“Come on, Mommy, I want to play with that body.”

I swallowed and held out my trembling hand. She took it. She pulled me out of the car. I trembled at her touch, my heart pounding so fast in my chest. My big boobs swayed, the sun spilling on them. I whimpered, my panties soaked.

My dress rustled about me as she took my arm and escorted me slowly to the front door. With her on my left, I was closest to the street. I shuddered, looking around, so worried we’d be seen. I whimpered, my cunt on fire.

“Worried Mrs. Spencer will see you?” she asked, glancing at the house across from ours. “Maybe she would. She’s a new mother. That makes her a MILF. I bet she’s lactating. I could go fuck her if she does see us. Mmm, she could be my side-piece here in the neighborhood.”