Chapter 6: Futa-Daughter’s MILF Rebellion

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sky Marlow

I stood frozen at the sight of Natalie. Water spilled down my bestest friend’s big tits. More gleamed on her wrist and ran down the outside of the glass she held. She had almost run into me at the base of the stairs. Her question hung in the air.

“What are you doing?” she’d asked.

Going to fuck that MILF across the street, I thought. But it was really Spice, the futa-demon who’d given me my girl-dick. I was better at recognizing her voice now. She stood out from my own thoughts even though she sounded like my voice.

“Just ... uh...” My thoughts were scattered. Natalie was my confidant. The girl that I had done so many kinky things to and with. We had gone to parties, swapped guys and girls, licked cum out of each other’s pussies, fucked with toys. We had gone wild together.

And I was afraid to tell her that I was going to sneak into the Spencers’ house across the street and seduce Mrs. Spencer. I wanted to get my first MILF. But my mother couldn’t find out and Natalie was no longer just my bestest friend.

She was my futa-mother’s good, little slut.

Mom had tamed and dominated Natalie. And Mom didn’t want me to go after older women, especially married ones. Oh, no, Mom wanted me all to herself. And to facilitate that, she had seduced the reverend’s daughter, a virgin girl named Georgia. It had been a hot idea. A way to keep me from seducing Georgia’s mother, the reverend’s wife. It had worked, but now I had my chance to be naughty again.

And ran smack into Natalie.

“Uh, Sky?” Natalie asked, shifting her glass to her left hand so she could shake the water from the right. “You okay?”

“Just needed to get some water,” I said, smiling at her, my heart racing a mile a minute. It felt so strange not being able to trust my best friend. “Like yours.”

“Oh, right,” Natalie said. Then she yawned. “Wild day. Mmm, your mother is insatiable. I woke up to her pumping away at my cunt. Look.” She glanced down at her thighs, and I noticed the cum running out of her shaved pussy, jizz gleaming on her clit piercing. “God, she’s hot, though. MILFs are the best. Especially with futa-cocks.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, wanting to try a MILF. My mom was my mom. She wasn’t a real MILF to me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved fucking her. Watching her go from an uptight woman obsessed with church to a whore engineering kinky sex for me to enjoy was awesome.

But I had gained this futa-cock to fuck MILFs, not just my mom and some girls my age.

That’s right, Spice said in my own voice. I gave you that cock to fuck hotties like Mrs. Spencer and Mrs. Matthews.

That was the reverend’s wife. Mrs. Matthews would have been incredible, but my mom was crafty. So I had to be just as sneaky and crafty as Mom.

“Well, I’m just going to get some water than skedaddle back to bed,” I lied. I hated it. I shouldn’t have secrets from Natalie. It felt so wrong, but I couldn’t trust her. Mom had definitely sunk her meddling claws into my friend.

“Right.” Natalie yawned. “Night.”

I nodded. I would be tired at school tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I had to get me some MILF pussy. I headed to the kitchen, pretending to get that water. I listened to Natalie heading up the stairs. They creaked as she rose up them then she padded down the hall to my mother’s bedroom. The door opened and then closed.

I headed for the front door, my naked body quivering. My blonde hair flowed behind me and my little titties jiggled. I had gone out the front door of a house (not my house because old Mom would never have let my friends and I get so naughty at a slumber party) naked playing Truth or Dare. But this was different.

I slipped on some sandals and then opened the front door. The night air was cool on my naked skin. I shivered as I stepped off the porch. Our cul-de-sac was so quiet at midnight. There was a lone street lamp two houses up and a few of the homes had porch lights, but other than that, it was so dark.

Dark and mysterious.

I slipped off the porch, sandals whisking, and moved down the path. I felt so self-conscious like there was some sort of pervert in the bushes watching me. I bit my lip and hurried down the path to the driveway. I slipped past my car—yeah, my mom got me a car when I got my driver’s licenses a few months back—and reached the curb. I looked around, naked and vulnerable.

I didn’t see anyone.

I crossed the street at a fast pace. Last time I had tried this, my mom had definitely stopped me. She had gained her futa-cock and lured me back. Meddlesome angel, I thought. Or maybe that was Spice’s thought. It was hard to say. I both loved that Mom had a clit-dick and hated it.

She made it harder for me to have my fun.

I reached the Spencers’ house and headed up the flagstone path that crossed their front yard. I reached their porch and the front door. I took in a deep breath. I still didn’t know how I was seducing Mrs. Spencer while Mr. Spencer was in the house.

I grabbed the front door and turned the knob.

Locked.

“Fuck.”

I tried it again just to be sure. It didn’t budge. My hopes were already getting dashed. Why would the front door be open? I shook my head in annoyance. I stepped back and looked around. They had a back door and a side door. I had been in the house a few times, they were our neighbors. I looked around, feeling like a thief.

What if someone called 911 on me? I was naked. Could I pretend I was sleepwalking? This suddenly felt like it was a bad idea.

But it’ll be so hot if you succeed, Spice taunted.

My pussy clenched. My clit wanted to turn into a full futa-dick. My plan would be hot if it worked.

I jumped off the porch, leaping over the azaleas planted around it, and raced down the side of the house to the gate. I opened it and headed into the backyard. There was a new sandbox that had been put in. They just had their first kid, so I guess that made sense. Getting ready for the little snot-nose brat to have something to do.

I jumped onto the back patio, a slab of cement, and tripped over the foot of a chair. I cursed, my toe throbbing. I reached the door. Through the sliding glass, I could see that the house was dark but that the TV in the living room was on.

That made me pause. Mr. Spencer was awake?

I swallowed. Had he fallen asleep watching TV?

My hand shaking, I grabbed the handle of the sliding glass door and pulled. It slid open. I let out a soft groan as it whisked on its track, sounding too loud. But I didn’t hear anyone coming. After slipping off my sandals on the back porch, I slipped inside the warmer house and closed it slowly behind me. My heart pounded a mile a minute. I could hear an infomercial playing.

“Don’t you hate when that happens to you?” a woman asked. “That’s why we invented this amazing new product that you just have to own.”

He had to be asleep. Who voluntarily watched infomercials?

I moved through the living room slowly anyways, my heart in my throat. I made each step with care. The kitchen peered out onto the living room, a counter dividing the spaces. I could see him in a recliner, asleep. A baby monitor was on the table beside him.

He snored.

I smiled.

Mrs. Spencer was all alone. I just had to make my move. It was time to get me some married MILF pussy. Ooh, that would really chap Mom’s ass. She thought she was controlling me, but I wasn’t about to be controlled. Oh, no, I wanted to get wild.

I headed up the stairs. I took them slowly. My heart hammered in my chest as I climbed them one at a time, going slow, not wanting them to creak. My entire body shook. This was so hot. I reached the top of the stairs and glanced down the hallway.

I knew the master bedroom was at the end. I crept down it, my feet whisking on the carpet. My bare feet felt the fibers against my soles. I reached the door and carefully turned the nub. I pushed it open onto and spotted a bed. A woman slept on it, her breasts rising and falling.

She was only a decade older than me, but she was still a MILF. I licked my lips and let my futa-cock grow as I crept to her bed. My clit swelled with the rapid beat of my heart. It pulsed into a dick and grew out before me as I reached the bed and grabbed the red covers.

I peeled them back oh, so slowly. She was beneath the sheets. I drew those back, too. She wore a purple nightgown that molded to her large breasts. I bit my lip at the sight of her. Brown hair spilled over her pillows. She lay on her back, one arm thrust over her husband’s side of the bed. Her breath came slowly, rising, falling.

I smiled as I drew back more of the sheets to expose her long and lithe thighs. I licked my lips, wondering if she wore panties to bed. I pulled the sheets back and watched as her leg twitched just to the right. This was it. My futa-dick was throbbing so hard. It was time for me to enjoy my first married MILF.

I pushed her thighs apart.

Salivating, I watched Mrs. Spencer’s nightgown slide up and up her thigh. The silk reveled more and more of her flesh until I saw something amazing in the dim light. No panties. No bush, either. She had a landing strip of brown hair that led right to her pussy.

“Mrs. Spencer, you naughty, naughty MILF,” I whispered, so eager to lick at her. To wake her up in style. She would be squeezing her thighs around my head and gasping out in delight. And her husband would have no idea.

I leaned in my head and inhaled. Baby powder and the faint, tart musk of her pussy. She wasn’t wet. Yet. I would change that. My futa-dick throbbed as it dangled between my thighs, so hard and ready to slide into her and fuck her hard. She would have such an amazing orgasm on my girl-cock.

Way, way, way fucking better than her husband ever gave her.

That’s right, Sky! Spice cheered. Get to munching on that V! Ooh, you have some great slang for cunnilingus. Polish those hardwood floors. Buff that muff. Eat that fish taco! Lap up all the cream out of the saucer! Enjoy some juicy pie! Munch on some MILF brunch! Ooh, go for it!

I kissed Mrs. Spencer on the vulva. Right there on the side of her slit. Just a smooch. Her skin had a salty flavor, but that tang was there. I kissed up her flesh. She let out a soft sigh and shifted. I would stimulate her slowly.

Butter her up. Get her juices flowing. Then I would munch on her MILF brunch.

My lips reached the top of her slit. I kissed down the left side. My tongue licked out, caressing her skin. I was right by her folds, heading down to her taint. Then I went back up, smooching as her thighs shifted.

The tart scent grew stronger. The wonderful aroma of a woman’s arousal filled my nose. I breathed it in, loving every second of kissing her. I sucked on her vulva. Nibbled softly with my lips. My tongue flicked out again, licking up her right side.

I tasted tart cream.

Her juices flowed now. She groaned again, shifting. Her breasts rose and fell. Nipples poked hard at her nightie. I loved that. My mouth salivated. Soon I would be nursing on those mounds. Just suckling and making her shudder in delight.

It would be perfect.

I nuzzled over to her pussy folds and delicately parted her petals. I slid my tongue upward, stroking her married twat up to her clit. I brushed the clitoral hood and felt that little pearl peek out as her arousal grew.

A long, soft sigh came from her lips. Her head turned.

I shuddered, my hands lightly stroking her thighs as I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds. She groaned, her back arching. Her juices flowed heavily now. My tongue stimulated her in all the delicious ways.

“Greg,” she groaned.

That annoyed me. It wasn’t her husband who did this. How often did he even lick her out? She shuddered, her thighs holding me tight. My tongue licked and lapped around her. I caressed her folds, savoring every moment of touching her.

Lapping at her.

My tongue slid through her folds with bold strokes now. I wasn’t shy about fluttering up and down while my futa-dick throbbed. My own cunt grew hotter and hotter with my excitement. Juices ran down my shaft, dribbling to the tip of my dick.

I was so ready to fuck her hard, but I wanted her cumming. Wanted her ready. I slid my tongue up to her clit and swirled around her. Her breasts heaved. Her thighs tightened around my face, my hair spilling over her thighs.

“Oh, Greg ... That’s ... You’re...” She bolted up. “You’re not Greg!”

“No, no, it’s me, Sky!” I said, sitting up brightly. “From across the street.”

“Sky?” she gasped and shot her hand to the lamp. It turned on.

I winced at the glare.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing sneaking in here and ... and...”

“Eating your pussy?” I asked. I had to be bold. “I know, I know, shocking. But when was the last time your husband ate your pussy.”

“Last night.”

I blinked.

“Oh.” I licked my lips. “But did he eat you as good as me, and does he have a dick as huge as mine?”

I arched my back and thrust out my hips. My cock bobbed before me, swaying back and forth. My precum beaded at the tip. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as my heartbeat throbbed up the shaft. It pulsed with my excitement.

Her jaw dropped.

“What the fuck is that, Sky?” she demanded, sitting up more, her legs squeezing tight.

“A futa-dick,” I said brightly. “A big, MILF-loving girl-cock that makes sexy women just explode in rapture. I mean, just absolutely detonate with rapture.”

“You ... That’s...” She blinked. “That’s thrusting from your pussy.”

“It’s my clit!” I said proudly.

“And you’re so big,” she said now with throaty pleasure. “Oh, wow, you’re huge. How?”

“A naughty demon gave it to me,” I said and put my hands on her thighs. “Now, I’m just going to go back to licking and lapping at your pussy.” I grinned. “If you want, I would love to look at your tits while I do it. If you could take off your nightie, that would be super awesome, Mrs. Spencer.”

She stared at me in shock as I pushed her legs apart. Oh, she didn’t fight me. I winked at her and leaned my head down slowly. My blonde hair fell down past my face. It swayed before me. I shuddered, feeling so excited. My cunt clenched.

Then I buried my face into her pussy and licked. I lapped at her. My tongue fluttered up and down her pussy folds. It was so incredible to caress her. To pleasure her. She groaned, squeezing her thighs together. She humped against me.

“Oh, Sky,” she groaned. “That dick is huge.”

I had her. This was so hot.

“Yep, super-duper big.” I thrust my tongue into her married depths.

Her tart juices soaked my taste buds while her pussy walls clenched around me. The MILF shuddered. Her big boobs jiggled as I fluttered my tongue around in her cunt. Finally, I was enjoying a MILF.

I had beaten my mom. Mrs. Matthews was still out there unfucked, but Mrs. Spencer was mine.

She groaned and squirmed, her boobs jiggling beneath her top. Then she grabbed the hem of her nighties. She pulled it off in a quick flash, sitting up and then falling back down on her pillows in the process.

Big, soft mommy-boobs appeared. They spilled out of her nightie with their jiggling delight. Her nipples were fat and dark-red. She groaned, her arms stretching over her head as I lapped at her cunt. I swirled around in her snatch.

Her pussy walls clenched on me while her big boobs jiggled. My futa-cock throbbed. More pussy cream dribbled down my shaft from my hot cunt. It was so hot watching those amazing boobs quiver. They were perfect. Awesome.

“Oh, Sky, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing.”

I winked at her.

I thrust my tongue into her twat. I swirled it around in her. She shuddered and then groaned. She humped against me. She ground that wonderful twat on my mouth. I savored every moment of her passion.

“Mmm. Mrs. Spencer,” I purred. “You taste so fucking good.”

“And you’re so skilled at that, Sky!”

“I’ve had lots of practice.”

“God, yes, I remember being sixteen.”

I grinned and then fluttered my tongue up to her clit. I sucked hard on her, my fingers stroking the outsides of her thighs. I loved her little pearl. Mine was so huge now. I nursed on her. She gasped, her breasts bucking.

I could tell her orgasm built and built. She would have such a big one. Just a huge cum. I sucked with passion on her clit. She groaned, her boobs jiggling. Then her back arched. Her tits thrust up into the air and smacked together.

They rippled like pudding.

So hot.

“Oh, my god, Sky, I’m going to ... to ... Yes!”

Her pussy gushed juices. They flowed out of her twat and coated my mouth. It was so hot to enjoy. I drank them all down. I swallowed every drop of them. My tongue lapped at her folds, gathering up all the creamy drops that flowed out of her. My futa-dick throbbed in envy, my twat clenching as she trembled through her climax.

“Oh, my god, Sky,” she moaned, humping her pussy against my face.

“Mmm, that’s delicious, Mrs. Spencer,” I moaned, lapping up her cream. She tasted delicious. My tongue caressed over her folds. I licked at her. Drank all that wonderful cream from her. This was perfect. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. “God, you’re sexy.”

She trembled, her big boobs jiggling. I had to suck on those lush tits. They were so big and full. Just the sort of tits that I wanted to snuggle up to and enjoy. I licked my lips and rose. My futa-cock throbbed while her pussy cream dripped down my chin.

She panted, her face twisting in pleasure. I ducked my head down and engulfed her nipple. I suckled. My eyes widened as creamy breast milk fired into my mouth. The ultimate treat from a MILF. I groaned at how sweet it was.

So different from cow’s milk.

I gulped it down, the warm liquid flowing down my throat. An aftertaste, like cantaloupe, remained behind. The melony flavor suffused my mouth. I suckled on her hard, more of her breast milk squirting into my mouth.

“Oh, my god, Sky,” she gasped and shuddered as I nursed from her. “You naughty girl.”

“I’m a futa,” I moaned around her nipple. “I have a dick.”

I suckled again as her hand shot down and grabbed my throbbing girl-cock. “Yes, you do,” she moaned. She stroked up and down my slick shaft. “Are your pussy juices running down it?”

“Uh-huh.”

I savored her hand fisting me as I nursed from her nipple. It was such a treat to enjoy. I nursed hard, her milk squirting into my mouth. I groaned and gulped it down. The wonderful cream flowed down my throat. My pussy clenched, the heat rising and rising. My cunt was on fire, the heat swelling in me. I would have such a huge climax.

I squeezed my eyes shut and nursed hard. The milk spilled into my mouth. I groaned at the flavor soaking through my taste buds. She groaned and stroked my cock harder. Her hand flew up and down my big shaft, lubed by my pussy juices leaking out of my cunt.

“Oh, Sky, that’s amazing,” she moaned. “And your dick is so huge. Oh, I want this in me. Fuck me.”

I kept suckling at her breast, drinking down her motherly delight. That rich, creamy treat warmed my belly. My pussy clenched while my dick throbbed in her stroking hand. She made me feel amazing, made me ache to be in her cunt, but her milk was so addictive.

“Please,” she begged. “I need it.

I nursed with hunger, a large splash of milk spilling over the roof of my mouth. I kept suckling, not letting up on the pressure. My cheeks hollowed. My lungs burned as I needed breath. I maintained it for a heartbeat more, my mouth full of milk.

“Fuck me, Sky!”

I ripped my lips off her nipple and pushed up her body, sucking in air through my nose. I kissed the married MILF on the lips, thrusting her milk into her mouth with my tongue. She groaned, tasting her creamy delight. It seasoned our kiss while she pulled my cock to her pussy.

My dick slid over her shaved folds and found the entrance. I groaned at that, kissing her, snowballing her sweet breast milk back and forth. With a groan, I thrust into her cunt. I slammed to the hilt in her and savored her pussy engulfing me. Her cunt felt amazing. She swallowed me with such hunger.

My back arched. My body trembled. I whimpered, kissing her with such hunger while I sank inch after inch after inch of my young futa-cock into her MILF-pussy. Finally, I was in a married mother’s cunt.

It was heaven.

Yes, moaned the futa-demon in agreement. Oh, yes, yes, finally.

I had won. I had beaten my mother.

I kissed Mrs. Spencer with hunger. My tongue danced around in her mouth. She groaned, sucking on my tongue. She kissed me with hunger. Then her tongue danced around in my mouth. I loved it. I kissed her with passion. I savored the feel of her mouth on mine.