Chapter 5: Futa’s Gangbang Mom

Note: Thanks to my FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

Mary Smith

I quivered as I rode shotgun in Mrs. Meyer’s car. This night was amazing. I was naked, had a big futa-dick, and was heading to do my dare. I would complete it. I would arrange for one wild delight with my mom and aunt.

Sisters who were MILFs!

My flesh and blood. It was my turn to enjoy the transgression of sliding my futa-dick into my mother’s cunt. I pushed up my glasses. This heat swelled in me. It was an amazing delight. My cock throbbed and pulsed. My aunt had moved back in after my dad had moved out. He had stolen money from his company and ran off to Mexico with his secretary. I hoped she rotted his little dick off.

I pushed up my glasses as we turned onto my street. My excitement quivered, picturing Mom and Aunt Lisa. They both had brown hair. Mom kept hers cut short like a soccer mom but Aunt Lisa, who was two years younger, had long, brown hair. She had a kid, my cousin, but he was living with his dad. My aunt had never married but was knocked up in high school. They both were fit, though Mom had the curvier body. those big tits. My aunt’s were rounder her hips not as thick.

Or thicc as some of the idiots at school spelled it.

“There it is,” I moaned, seeing my ass. I squirmed, so ready for the futa-gangbang to begin. Mom and Aunt Lisa wouldn’t know what hit them.

Courtney Smith

I couldn’t sleep.

Mary was out on her slumber party. I was always worried when she was out of the house. Yes, she was over at Britney’s, and Mrs. Meyers was a responsible widow, but I was still a mother. She might be fifteen, but she was still my little girl.

I decided a nice, herbal tea was what I needed. I padded out of my bedroom, being careful not to wake up Lisa sleeping in the guest bedroom. She had been a big help moving in after he left with that hussy. I still felt adrift. This was all so surreal. A dream.

A nightmare.

I kept hoping I would wake up from it, but that never happened.

I rubbed at my bleary eyes. I was exhausted. I needed sleep, but my mind just wouldn’t stop thinking that something horrible had happened to Mary. What if there was a fire? A break-in? What if she found a gun? I know, the last one was insane since Mrs. Meyers was an avid gun control supporter. She detested them.

Still, I worried.

Teen pregnancy. Date rape. Meeting a slimy boy that tricks her into thinking he was the man of her dreams and then turned forty, had a mid-life crisis, and ran off with the secretary. I could have forgiven the affair. But to abandon Mary?

I reached the living room and swept through it on my slippered feet, my robes over my nightgown. The bite of the AC lingered in the air. It was great during the day, but a tad too much now. I reached the kitchen and found my kettle.

I had one of those electric kettles, but there was something about filling up a cast-iron one and putting it on the gas burner then waiting for it to whistle. I dozed as I did, my tea bag ready. I went with a soothing chamomile. That would help me sleep. It had peppermint in it, too, to give it that bit of pizzazz. I could already smell it.

I swayed there, almost finding sleep. What if Mary was stabbed?

The girls were always playing Truth or Dare. I had heard stories and interrupted a few of their more insane ones. I had caught Britney once balanced on my fence on one leg. Another time, Shannon was trying to get on the roof of my house and broke the trellis. Luckily, she hadn’t broken any of her bones, just some wood.

Suddenly, worry spiked through me. All thought of sleep was gone. I wanted Mary here where I could protect her. I needed to relax so bad. I glanced at the kettle. Steam trickled out the end. I could hear the water approaching the boil. I like the way it roared right before the surface burst into a froth.

The steam gushed out. The kettle whistled. I sighed and pulled it off, turning the burner off in the process. I poured the stream of boiling water onto my teabag. Instantly, soothing peppermint and chamomile filled my nose.

“That’s what I need,” I groaned. Now I had the anticipation of waiting for it to cool so I could enjoy it. I breathed in those soothing scents, smiling.

Lights flashed through my kitchen. I frowned and turned my head, peering out into the living room. Headlights shone through the lacy curtains. Someone had pulled into my driveway. My stomach tightened in fear.

I padded out of the kitchen, clutching to the front of my bathroom. Should I get the .380 I kept in my bedside nightstand? The pistol my daughter didn’t know I owned. I might tell Mrs. Meyers I was all for gun control, but my husband had run off with that hussy.

Who would protect the family?

I was about to dart for it when a key entered the lock. I blinked. Was it Lisa? Did she have a date? Or one of those booty calls? Had she slipped out to hook up with some guy on Tindr? She was thirty-five and complaining about how she couldn’t find a good guy.

What good guy was on a dating app? Those men just wanted one thing.

The door opened and...

Mary darted into the house, her brown hair flying behind her, the living room light glinting on her glasses and ... and...

She was naked.

My jaw dropped as my nude daughter, her round tits bouncing before her and a ... a...

I blinked. Was that a cock? No, no, that had to be a dildo. This had to be some foolishness of Shannon. That girl was way too loose. I always knew that she would get Mary into trouble. Sex or drugs or something.

“Mary Rachel Smith, what do you think you’re doing running around naked with that filthy thing strapped... ?”

There was no harness. I could see the huge shaft as my daughter stopped before me with a big grin on her face. Her eyes were mischievous behind her glasses. A faint aroma of relaxing lavender surrounded her.

“We’re playing Truth or Dare,” Mary said, “and I was dared to have my friends and I, and Mrs. Meyers, gangbang you and Aunt Lisa.”

I had never slapped my child. But I did right then.

Her head snapped to the right, her glasses askew. Her cheek reddened as I gasped, “Mary Rachel Smith, are you high? Is it the marijuana?” I had never toked, though Lisa had when she was younger. “Huh?”

“Geez, Mom,” she said, rubbing her cheek. “I’m not high. I’m a futa!” She grabbed her futa-dick and shook it. “So, interested in being gangbang by four futa-girls and one futa-MILF. We all have big, thick dicks. Mmm, we’ll take care of you and Aunt Lisa.”

She was so unashamed. Before I knew it, she was attacking the belt of my robe. What had happened to my little girl? Who was this hussy before me with the strap-on dildo attached to her? It had to be a strap-on.

What else could it be?

She ripped open my robe and rolled her eyes. “This heavy nightgown has got to go, Mom. We got to see your sexy bod!”

“Mary!” I gasped and now I was in a fight with her. That lavender scent filled my nose. It was so ... so ... so relaxing. It would make a great seasoning to an herbal tea. Why, I could just fall to sleep...

I shook my head and realized my robe was falling off my arms. It fell to the floor. Then she was pulling up my nightgown. She held the blue fabric dotted with white flowers. I gasped and pushed down as she tried to pull up.

“Oh, Mom,” she said. “Just relax. Look at that big dick I have. Isn’t that just a huge cock? Huh? You could fall to your knees and just happily suck that dick.” I smacked my lips. “Come on, Mom, just be cool and do it.”

“Suck your cock?” I stared at it. That dick was twitching. It ... it didn’t look like that rubber one I had hidden in my panties drawer (a birthday gift from Lisa last month). I was so ashamed to have that, even more ashamed of using it twice. That “cock” was rubbery and painted to look real, but it was so clear it wasn’t.

Hers was so clear it was.

I did a double-take, my hands falling limp. The cock shook as my daughter drew up my nightgown. I should be stopping her, but it was such a distracting sight. She had a big dick. A huge cock. My daughter had ... had...

“Mary?” I croaked.

“I’m a futa now, Mom,” she said with such a matter of fact tone. “It just grew. Don’t worry about it.”

“But ... but ... but...”

“It’s cool, Mom. You know, it’s one of those things that happens. You turn around and ... voila! You’re a futa with a huge dick. So, chill.”

She had my nightgown up to my armpits. I thrust my arms in the air, unable to look away. It was hypnotic. I breathed in, the lavender scent tickling my nose. And then ... My nightgown was covering my face.

I gasped, plunged into dark, as she pulled it off. The spell broke. “No, Mary Rachel Smith, you tell me what is happening right now!”

“I grew a futa-dick, Mom, and so did Shannon, Sarah, Britney, and Mrs. Meyers.”

It was so crazy to hear my daughter say all this so nonchalantly. Like it was no big deal all of them just grew ... grew ... big, throbbing dicks that thrust from their pussies and looked like they needed to be ... be...

Sucked.

Why did I think that?

“Then we started playing Truth or Dare,” said Mary. “Long story short, Sarah dared me to convince you and Aunt Lisa to be gangbanged.” A wicked grin spread on her face. “You do know what gangbang means.”

Flashes of her three friends and Joyce Meyers with big cocks of their own burst through my mind. I shuddered, shocked that they would want to do something like that. It was so insane. Why would they do something so inappropriate? It didn’t make any sense to me. They were all such good girls.

“So, a gangbang is—”

“I know what a gangbang is!” I snapped, cutting off my daughter. “You shouldn’t know what it is. You’re fifteen. I thought you were a virgin.”

“Well, until we all grew cocks and fucked each other.” She grinned ear to ear. “But I was a virgin, not a nun. I mean, we all talk about sex and whisper about anal and cowgirl and blowjobs and creampies and tribbing and all sorts of stuff. Now, let’s get that bra off of you so we can gangbang you. And those panties.”

“I’m not letting you and your friends’ gang—”

“And Mrs. Meyers!” she interjected.

“I’m not letting any of you gangbang me!” I put my foot down nice and firm.

“You won’t?” Mary grabbed my sports bra and then tugged it up. I gasped as my tits fell out. The stairs creaked as she kneaded my boobs. She dug her fingers into them while I shuddered, shocked that I was letting her fondle mo my boobs. “You sure about that.”

Her thumbs swept out and brushed over my nipples. Sparks flared from the contact.

“Because your nips are hard, and I bet your pussy is wet.” My daughter licked her lips. “Right?”

“Well...” I swallowed, this heat rushing through me. What was going on here? How had my daughter gotten so bold? Why was I letting her do this?

Why was my pussy so wet?

Lisa Marrow

I groaned as I woke up. What was going on downstairs? Who was talking?

I could hear them. The living room was right beneath my bedroom. I muttered in annoyance. I had been having such a nice sleep and now my sister was downstairs. Was she crying again? I sighed. That asshole she had married had crushed her hard. Ooh, I wanted to head down to Mexico to crush his balls.

I was glad I had never gotten married. Dealing with the sperm donor (how I liked to think of my son’s father) was headache enough. Worse, my son wanted to spend more time with his father and was old enough the courts listened to him. Of course, I lied and said I understood.

Why couldn’t I have had a daughter? Mary was perfect.

I rolled naked out of bed and grabbed my thin robe. I wrapped it around my nude flesh. I had to go comfort my sister. It was irritating but she needed me. So, I sucked it up and stumbled to the door. I opened it and slipped out.

There was definitely talking. A conversation. Had Mary come home early from her slumber party?

Yawning, I headed to the stairs. They were speaking, but the words were indistinct. My bare feet slapped down the carpeted stairs. I reached the bottom, turned into the living room, another massive yawn stretching out my jaw.

“What’s going on?” I asked rubbing at my sleepy eyes.

I blinked.

I rubbed at my sleepy eyes again.

Nope. I saw that.

My sister and her daughter were naked in the living room. Mary had her hands squeezing about Courtney’s breasts. My jaw dropped at what I was seeing. Courtney gasped and then jumped back for her daughter, trying to shove her sports bra back over her boobs.

“Oh, awesome, you’re up, Auntie Lisa!” my niece said whirling around to face me.

A big, huge dick swung from her brown bush. My jaw dropped at the sight of the massive cock my niece was sporting. And that was no toy. No plastic, no rubber, no gel, nor any other space-age material ever quite looked like a real dick.

“Want to be gangbanged by my futa-friends and I,” Mary said, darting to me. “Mom’s in.”

“I’m not!” my sister croaked.

“Gangbanged ... by your friends?” I asked, shocked. I mean, I had been gangbanged before. Years ago when I turned twenty-nine. I went to Vegas with my girlfriends and, well, that had been a wild time.

“Yep,” Mary said. “We all have big dicks. Mmm, you know you love big dicks. You told me.”

“Lisa!” gasped my sister. “You put these ideas in her head?”

“Not to gangbang us,” I gasped. I breathed in and...

What was that lavender scent? Was Mary wearing perfume? I leaned forward and sniffed the air more deeply. What an absolutely stirring scent. My nipples hardened against the sleek material of my robe. My pussy grew nice and wet.

I glanced down at my niece’s cock. “Mmm, Mary, where did you get that?”

“Naughty candles,” she purred. “So, you in for being gangbanged. Four teenage futas and a MILF. We all have dicks this big. They’re on the porch just waiting to pour in and fuck you and Mom. Come on, what do you say, Auntie Lisa?”

“Well...” I said. I should say no, but ... Wow, that scent was just amazing, and that dick of hers was really, really big. “I mean, Courtney, this might be what you need.”

“Lisa!” screeched my sister, sounding utterly scandalized.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I told her. “You need a nice fucking to help you move past that asshole. I’ve been saying it. And it looks like your daughter and her friends are more than eager to do the plowing.”

“It’s incest!” Courtney said. She had managed to cover up those big tits of hers.

“Oh, yeah.” I blinked, suddenly confused why I was okay with it. I breathed in again and ... Wow, that perfume was amazing. I just wanted to lean in and get a good whiff. My head moved to Mary’s neck. I inhaled.

So good.

Then I kissed her.

My hands grabbed my niece’s round breasts. I squeezed them as I kissed and nibbled at the slope of her neck. It was so wonderful to do. She just smelled so good and tasted amazing. My cunt clenched as my tongue licked over her flesh.

“Lisa!” gasped my sister again.

“Oh, stop clutching your pearls and have fun,” I said. I broke away from Mary and marched to my sister. “That’s it. You need a big dick in you. Your daughter has one. You’re going to get fucked right this instance!”

Courtney Smith

I stared in shock at my sister as her robe fell open. She shrugged out of it, naked beneath. Her round tits jiggled. She was shaved and both her nipples pierced. She had several tattoos on her body. A wild girl. Always had been.

I had always thought I was better than her. Properly married. A loving husband. And then...

I gasped as Lisa grabbed my arm and yanked me to the couch. I stumbled after her, my boobs jiggling in my sports bra. She pushed me down onto the cushions. I gasped as I bounced on them for a moment.

“No, wait!” I squealed as my sister grabbed my panties and drew them off my hips. They rolled off of me and then they were being thrown to the ground. Lisa sank onto the couch beside me and pushed my legs apart.

“Wow, you’re wet, sis,” she said, thrusting her hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy. My sister touched me. She brought her fingers to her face and licked my cream off of them. “And tasty. Ooh, come fuck your mom, Mary. She needs it.”

“Yes!” my daughter squealed.

Mary threw herself on me. Her glasses shifted on her nose. Her round tits heaved. And then she was pressing her cock between my legs. She was rubbing her dick on my cunt. I quivered, shocked that this was happening. She rubbed her dick up and down my snatch, a big grin on her face.

Then she thrust her dick into my cunt.

My eyes bulged as her clit-dick buried into my twat. I shuddered, my eyes widening at the feel of her girl-cock burying into me. It was insane. Intense. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. How awesome this was.

“M-Mary!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on my daughter.

“I’m back in you, Mommy!” she moaned, hugging me tight, her breasts rubbing into mine. She kissed me.

The lavender perfume she wore filled my nose. I shuddered, squirming. I had to get away. This was incest ... It was ... It was ... Wrong? Why? Her body felt so nice against me. Her dick felt so wonderful back in my pussy. She came from my twat, and she had returned.

Why was that wrong?

I couldn’t think of any reason. Not with that lovely scent of lavender filling my nose and that big, thick futa-dick fucking my pussy. My daughter’s dick. I shuddered as she pumped away, her breasts rubbing into mine. They were round and felt so delicious against my big, soft tits.

“Mmm, you like that, Mom?” purred Mary, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses. “You like my big clit-dick fucking you?”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “Ooh, that’s nice. That’s real nice. I like that. I like that a lot. Mm, you’re just pounding me so hard, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, thrusting away at me.

My daughter fucked me with passion. She buried to the hilt in my pussy again and again. I couldn’t believe how good this was. It was so much better than anything I had ever experienced. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy squeezing down around her cock.

Oh, yes, that was wonderful.

Her cock plunged in and out of my snatch. Every time she thrust into me; my cunt clamped down on her. I savored the way she filled me up. It was such an exciting delight. I whimpered, loving every last second of her slamming into me. She fucked me with those passionate strokes. She buried to hilt in me with such vigorous delight.

I would cum.

I would explode on my daughter’s futa-dick.

“My daughter has a huge cock!” I moaned, squeezing my cunt down on her dick.

“I do, Mom!” she moaned. “Ooh, and you’re so tight. I’m finally fucking my own mother’s pussy. I’m finally fucking my mother. This is wonderful.”

“Yes, it is,” purred my sister.

Lisa sat down beside us, her round tits jiggling. She had a naughty smile on her lips as she watched my daughter thrust away at my pussy. I grinned back at my sister, realizing just how gorgeous she was. How wonderful.

I put my hand on her thigh, feeling her sleek warmth. She shaved.

How wonderful.

“Mmm, look at you,” Lisa cooed, leaning in. “Just reveling in getting fucked hard, aren’t you?”

I nodded, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Yeah, you’re just having a wicked time, aren’t you?” she purred. She had such a naughty gleam in her eyes. It made me shiver. I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. I would have such a huge orgasm on my daughter’s dick. It would be awesome.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned.

My sister kissed me.

As my daughter thrust her girl-dick into my pussy, I kissed my sister. The incestuous feel of her lips and the girth of my daughter’s cock had me shuddering. I moaned, kissing my sister with a hunger I never knew I possessed.

I didn’t want this to stop. I wanted them to keep loving me. For y daughter ram into me over and over again while my sister kissed me. This was heaven. It was taboo and wicked and forbidden heaven. I never knew I could feel this.

“Mommy!” my daughter moaned.

She felt it, too.

Lisa groaned into the kiss and grabbed my hand. She slid my touch up her thigh as my daughter buried hard and fast into my snatch. Lisa pressed my hand against the shaved folds of her pussy. I rubbed at her cunt.

She was so wet and juicy.

Like me.

I rubbed my digits up and down her slit, savoring the feel of her. My body shuddered. I whimpered into the kiss, enjoying Mary slamming to the hilt in me again and again and again. I shuddered, savoring every last second of my daughter’s dick burying into me while I fingered my sister’s twat.