Chapter 23: Naughty MILF Dominates the Futa Cutie

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Lisa Green

I gasped in delight at the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house. “Mom is here!”

I jumped off the bed, my body dripping in cum and pussy cream. I had been having such a naughty orgy with Mrs. Evelyn and her gender-swapped wife Mrs. Hannah. I had to call the Blacks by their first names since it was so confusing.

My good friend was also here. Poppy rocked. I think she was my futa-girlfriend now. I hoped she was my futa-girlfriend. I really, really did. This was all such a wild day. I was just feeling so amazing as I rushed down the stairs.

My futa-cock and boobs bounced as I rushed down them. I reached the bottom and pushed up my glasses. I opened the door, more footsteps racing after me. I smiled when I saw it as my mom. She had such a big smile on her lips.

“Looks like you’ve been having fun,” she said, her auburn hair falling around her gorgeous face. She wore an airy sundress and held a bag in her hand. “I’ve picked up a few things.”

“Excellent,” I said. “Shanice is up in her room being a pouty brat.”

“Oh, good,” Mom said. “Hi, Evelyn. I see your husband’s your wife now.”

“Hannah Black,” the gender-swapped MILF said. “Your daughter has really made an impact on the family. It’s just Shanice ... She’s being a rebellious teenager.”

“I can handle her,” Mom said, hefting her bag. The plastic rustled as the contents inside thudded against each other. “I have a few things here from a naughty place.”

I grinned. I knew the store. I had bought some fun things there myself.

“Well, I think I’ll go introduce myself to her,” Mom said and headed for the stairs. “You all have your fun and just leave your rebellious daughter to me.”

“Excellent,” I said. “We have to get Mrs. Hannah a matching leash and collar.” I grinned at Poppy. “Want to meet Ms. Jeardan at the sex shop? She’s hot.”

“God, yes!” Poppy said. She grabbed my arm. “This has been the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“Date?” My cheeks blushed to my roots. I squirmed there. “Um, is this a date?”

“Yes, it is,” she purred and winked at me. “And, trust me, this is an amazing date. You are doing awesome.”

A smile spread on my lips from ear to ear. I felt so good hearing that. I was so happy. I could just squeal in delight. I quivered as I held out my hand to her and led her outside naked. I didn’t care. I was just embracing it.

So long as I ran into parents, they would let me do what I want. I loved it.

Poppy held my hand as I led her to Mrs. Evelyn’s car. She and her gender-swapped wife followed. This was so fun having two MILF-pets. I was so happy. And they were happy. We just had to deal with Shanice and make sure she understood to be a good girl.”

Mom would sort her out. I had complete faith in her.

I climbed into the back of the car. Poppy snuggled up to me. I kissed her on the lips. Our mouths melted together. This was so wonderful to enjoy. My tongue danced with hers. She had such a wonderful mouth.

I couldn’t wait to have a wild night with her and my pets.

The car started and pulled out of the driveway. I broke the kiss and ducked my head down. Poppy gasped as I suckled her dick into my mouth. She groaned as I nursed on her. My tongue flicked around her futa-cock.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she moaned, sliding her hand through my red hair. “You’re such a dirty futa, Lisa. I love it!”

I was so glad to hear that. I loved being a dirty futa, too.

I suckled hard on her. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her girl-dick. I suckled on her with force. She groaned as I did that. Her moans echoed through the car as Mrs. Evelyn drove us to the sex shop.

Or was it Mrs. Hannah in the driver’s seat? She used to be the man, and now that she was just a woman, would she still insist on driving? I didn’t know. I was curious to find out, but my mouth was full of all this wonderful girl-dick.

It was so hot sucking on a futa’s dick. I loved it so much. Poppy had such a yummy futa-dick. The salty flavor of her precum filled my mouth. I groaned, savoring that joy. I suckled on her with all my might, bobbing my head.

She groaned as I worked. She loved what I did to her. She shuddered as I worked my mouth up and down her futa-dick. My hand cupped the shaved folds of her pussy. I rubbed at her wet cunt, the spicy aroma of her cunt filling my nose.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she groaned. “Just so fucking good!”

I squealed in delight, glad that she enjoyed what I was doing to her. I suckled on her with passion. I worked my mouth up and down her futa-cock while my fingers thrust into her juicy cunt. She gasped as her twat squeezed down on my fingers.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so naughty,” she whimpered.

I was so glad she thought so. I was having a great time bobbing my head. My red hair swayed. I suckled hard on her. I nursed with all that passion on her clit-dick. She groaned as I loved her. It was a fantastic moment to just suckle on her like this.

Her precum spilled over my tongue. It was a rush to taste that preview for what I truly craved. My fingers churned up her pussy, wanting to make her really burst. She shuddered, her hand tightening in my hair.

“See if you can find my G-spot,” she cooed.

I froze in sucking.

“You do know about the G-spot, right?” she asked, her fingers caressing me. “The most awesome spot in a woman’s cunt?”

I whimpered around her girl-cock. I mean, of course, I had heard about it, but that didn’t mean it was real or anything. Like an urban legend that there could be such an awesome spot in the pussy when we already had clits.

And now I had a futa-dick.

“Okay,” Poppy purred as I kept sucking on her girl-cock. But not as hard or with such intensity. “I want you to curl your fingers in my pussy and stroke them along the top of my wall. Just feel how my twat responds. See if you can find it.”

I wasn’t sure if she was messing with me or not, but ... My fingers stroked along the top of her pussy wall. I slid up and down her snatch, gliding over her hot flesh. Her futa-dick throbbed in my mouth to the beat of her heart. She squirmed.

“Slower,” she groaned. “You can’t find it if your zooming by at fifty miles-per-hour. You have to take it easy.”

Slower. I suckled on her cock and slid my fingers like she suggested. I stroked over her, loving the way her cunt squeezed down on my digits. They soaked me in her passion. I loved the feel of them around me. This was nice.

I had to admit that.

I moved up her pussy when she gasped. Her cunt clenched. I frowned and froze. Had I just found it? I moved my fingers back. Her twat clamped down on me again. Her fingers tightened in her hair. She moaned louder.

I massaged this spot. Her G-spot. She trembled and whimpered. I still wasn’t sure if she was messing with me, but she seemed to like this spot. I rubbed it in fast circles, massaging it. She gasped as I did that.

“Oh, fuck, Lisa!” she groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good! Yes!”

Her futa-cum erupted into my mouth. I gasped in surprise. I hadn’t been sucking her off that hard. Her pussy convulsed around my digits as she unloaded more and more of her girl-jizz into my mouth. I gulped it down.

I enjoyed the splash of her salty cum against the back of my throat. It was hot feeling her jizz erupt into my mouth over and over again. I loved every second of her basting my tonsils with her girl-seed. I swallowed it all.

She squirmed on the seat, her hand tightening in my hair. I wiggled my fingers around in her cunt, loving how she spasmed around me. She was such a delight to play with. I thrust over and over into her snatch as she shuddered.

“You are amazing, Lisa!” she groaned as she erupted one last time.

Holding her cum in my mouth, I slid my mouth off her girl-cock and rose. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her with passion. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I swirled it around in her. She groaned as I did that.

She kissed me back with such passion. We snowballed her jizz as the car came to a stop. I groaned, savoring this moment. It was a delight to make out with her. I enjoyed this so much. She groaned as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, G-spot.”

“Is that real?” I asked her. “Or were you just messing with me?”

She winked at me. “So, we’re here.”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re here.”

I pulled out of the car and suckled off her spicy pussy juices. I loved the taste of her. She had a yummy pussy. I swirled my tongue around it as I climbed out of the car. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked around. We were naked and in public.

“God, this is freighting,” Poppy said, glancing at the road. “We’re so going to get arrested.”

“Well, if she’s a MILF, it’ll be fine,” I told her.

“It is scary, Mistress,” Mrs. Evelyn said as she climbed out of the passenger side of the car, her pink leash swaying between her big breasts. “Perhaps we should go inside before we get in trouble.”

“Right, right,” I said and took her leash. I led her toward it, Mrs. Hannah hurrying to catch up with us. Poppy already had the door open and held it for me. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” she said and darted in. “God, I’m naked in a sex shop.”

“Yes, you are,” said Ms. Jeardan. She moved out and groaned. “Lisa! Oh, your mother was just here buying the most interesting things. I thought you might have been one naughty futa.”

“Not me,” I said. “She’s punishing a different futa. Now, you know my MILF-pet, but now I have a second one. This is Mrs. Hannah, Mrs. Evelyn’s wife. She used to be a man, but through the power of science, I have completely changed her.”

“Through the power of perversion,” Poppy said and pinched my rump.

I gasped and jumped, my glasses shifting on my nose. I glared at her and rubbed my ass.

“Oh, I’m just so glad that you’re here,” Ms. Jeardan’s said as she dropped to her knees. “Whatever you need, just let me know. The markup on my stuff is so insane. I make so much off it.”

She engulfed my futa-dick a moment later.

I groaned as the naughty MILF sucked on my dick, her dyed-blonde hair swaying around her face. I loved her darker roots where she parted her hair. I shuddered, savoring the way she suckled on me. She bobbed her head, nursing hard.

“Find a pink collar and leash, Mrs. Hannah,” I moaned. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s really, really good. I’m going to cum so hard!”

“Mmm, but if you found your G-spot,” cooed my naughty futa-girlfriend, “you’d cum even harder.”

Ms. Jeardan squealed around my futa-dick and thrust her fingers into my cunt. She was up to the challenge. It was time to find out if this was real or a myth. I squeezed my cunt down on her fingers as she stroked them down the top of my pussy. She suckled on my girl-cock with hunger as she searched.

I quivered as her fingers worked up and down the top of my pussy sheath. She nursed with curiosity now. It was like she was thinking as she loved my futa-dick. Her fingers moved a little slower as they stroked me.

“This is nice,” I said. “But I don’t think I have a G-spot.”

Ms. Jeardan’s tongue flicked around my cock as if to say, “Just be patient.”

“You’ll see,” Poppy said, leaning against the wall. “Just you wait. You’re going to burst with delight.”

“Okay,” I said, hoping that was true.

The fingers rubbed at the top of my pussy and brushed something. I gasped at that quick stroke. It was nice. Like having a cock fuck me but it was just her fingers in me. She slid her fingers back and rubbed there again.

I quivered in delight. That felt really, really good. I shuddered as she suckled hard on my futa-dick now and massaged this one spot. I groaned, my round boobs jiggling. My glasses slipped down my nose as I trembled there.

Was it true? Was there a G-spot?

Because I was feeling something nice as she massaged me there. It was definitely a thrill to have her rubbing me like that. I groaned at the way her fingers worked around that spot. My body quivered in delight as she kept rubbing me there.

Pleasure sparked. I groaned. It was true. The G-spot was real, and it felt magnificent to have her massaging it while her tongue stroked around the crown of my cock. That felt so good. I loved it so much. This was just a wild moment.

“Oh, wow,” I moaned, the pressure building in my ovaries. “Oh, wow, Ms. Jeardan! That’s awesome. I love that so much!”

She suckled hard on my futa-dick and massaged my G-spot. The pressure in my ovaries swelled toward that bursting point. I shuddered in delight at how wonderful that was. Pleasure burst from that naughty point.

“Oh, Ms. Jeardan. Oh, wow, that’s so good. Yes!” I squealed and erupted.

My futa-cum spurted out of my cock and into her mouth. The pleasure surged through me. Wave after wave of delight washed out of my body and splashed against my mind. The pleasure drowned my thoughts.

It was magnificent to have all this pleasure gushing through me. I savored every last second of this heat surging out of my cunt and firing from my cock. The naughty MILF gulped down my cum. She swallowed every drop of it.

“Ms. Jeardan!” I squealed.

“Oh, look at you go, Mistress,” Mrs. Hannah panted. She wore a collar that was fashioned around her neck and draped down between her boobs. “That’s so delicious.”

“It is,” I gasped. “Oh, that’s just amazing. Ooh, ooh, ooh!”

I quivered, her fingers still rubbing at my G-spot. She massaged that wonderful place as the pleasure shot through me. I groaned, ecstasy bursting across my thoughts. I hit that wonderful peak, just shuddering there as she suckled out the last of my girl-cum.

Poppy applauded. She was sitting on the counter, her round boobs jiggling as her hands slapped together. She grinned at me. “Congrats on your first G-spot orgasm.”

“It was outstanding,” I panted as Ms. Jeardan pulled her mouth away from my girl-cock. She licked her lips and rose before me.

“Now,” she said. “One leash and collar clearly demands that you fuck me hard. Maybe while I ride your friend’s big dick.”

“Deal,” I said, grinning.

Alexa Green

It was pretty clear which one had Shanice in it. I reached her room and shook my head in disgust. I heard the others leaving downstairs. She had bullied both my futa-daughters. I would not stand for that. She had to be punished.

I set my bag down and pulled off my sundress. I dropped that on the ground, my large breasts swaying before me. I opened up the bag and pulled on the new strap-on I had bought. It was a big, fleshy shaft with a black harness that I adjusted. It pushed right against my clit.

Perfect.

I pulled out a few other items. I leather strap that was a little longer than my hand and as thick as three of my fingers. The cock ring. That was an important one. It was just a stretchy band, but I had taken the biggest size.

I didn’t want to hurt the poor thing, just ... teach her a lesson.

I gripped the handcuffs next. Those would be fun to put on her. I was so ready for it. I took a deep breath before I threw open her door. She was lying on her bed on her face, naked and looking like she was ... humping her pillow.

“Don’t you ever fucking—” She cut off as I marched inside, my big breasts swaying back and forth. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Me?” I asked. “I’m Mrs. Green, Lisa and Natti’s mother.” I threw the cuffs at hers. “Put those on.” I slapped the strap into my thigh. It stung. “It’s time for your punishment.”

“I’m not getting spanked again,” she hissed, sitting up. She rolled over her, breasts small and cute, her futa-dick thick and hard. “I’m done getting slapped around by you fucking dumb MILFs who think Lisa’s as hot as the sun.”

“She’s hotter,” I purred. “Now put those on or I’ll make you.”

“Try me,” she said and stood. She marched up at me, her futa-cock thrusting out before her. The rubbed against my dildo, smearing precum across the crown. “What are you going to do about it, huh? What, you dumb bitch. You’re just one of Lisa’s fucking cock-sleeve MILFs, right? Just a cum dumpster for—”

I pinched her nipple.

Hard.

She squealed in pain and shuddered there as I dug my fingernails into her sensitive nub. I twisted it next. She gasped as I kept pinching as she quivered. She slapped at me. I blocked it and slapped her other tip with my strap.

She gasped as a red mark blossomed around her nipple. Tears sprang in her eyes. She quivered there as I kept pinching. She whimpered and looked back at the bed at the handcuffs. She was a weak thing. A spoiled brat, wasn’t she?

No one had ever told her no. Not really.

She traded on her beauty and her innocence to get what she wanted.

“The pain stops when you put them on and be a good girl,” I purred to the fifteen-year-old slut. “Will you be a good girl, or do I have to slap your nipple again.”

“Good girl!” she gasped.

I released her nipple and she darted for the bed. She slapped the handcuff onto her left wrist, her nipple deformed but slowly expanding back to its usual shape. She went to put the other cuff on her right wrist.

“Behind you,” I said.

She thrust her hands behind her and ratcheted the cuff closed. “There. Happy.”

“It’s a start,” I said and shook my head at her. “But you still have that insolent look in your eyes. Get down and suck on my cock, slut.”

“What?” she gasped. “It’s just a dildo. “Why do you—”

SMACK!

The strap hit her thigh. She gasped at the stinging impact. A red mark appeared. She hopped up and down, her futa-dick flopping. She glared at me before she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. She swallowed my dildo.

I smiled at that. It was just what I wanted from her. She slid her lips over the end and suckled on it like it were a real cock. She nursed on me, her tongue sweeping around the tip like it were a real cock. I smiled at her dedication to it.

She suckled and slurped on it. She worked her mouth down it then slid back up it. She was such a naughty thing for doing that. Especially with her hands cuffed behind her back. She worked her lips up and down my shaft.

The base rubbed on my clit. That felt ... nice.

“That’s it,” I purred. “You’re going to be my little futa-slave, aren’t you?”

She stared up at me in shock.

“I’m going to put you on a leash. I’m going to parade you around. How does that sound?”

She shook her head and tried to pull her mouth off my dildo.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and stopped her. “Did I tell you to stop? Huh? You do what I say, you got it? Your parents aren’t here. Your mothers are both my futa-daughter’s sex slaves. She left you to me. I’m here to tame you. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Shanice stared up at me in horror. I loved that look in her eyes. She shook her head while trying to pull her mouth back. I thrust forward and fucked to the back of her throat. I stared down at her, her eyes so wide as I pushed on the back of her throat.

She gurgled and gagged before she swallowed my dildo. I loved the way the fleshy shaft vanished own her throat. It was so exciting punishing her like this. She deserved it for what she did to my little girl. I would make her into my slave.

“You’re going to be a good girl by the time I’m done with you,” I said. “Right?”

She stared up at me then groaned and nodded. I knew she was faking it, but that was okay. The more she pretended to be a good girl, the more it would become a habit for her. That was just the perfect thing I wanted from her.

I drew back my hips, pulling the dildo out of her throat. She gurgled. Drool spilled down her shin. The shaft popped out of her gullet. She quivered there, breathing heavily through her nose. This was such an exciting thing to do to her.

I was so glad I could do this.

It was a wonderful moment to pull my dildo all the way out of her mouth. She panted as I released her hair. She licked her lips, staring up at me with a hesitancy in her eyes. She knew that I wasn’t to be fucked with, but she wanted to.

“On the bed,” I said. “On your knees. Face down, ass up. I’m going to fuck you with this. I know a slut likes being fucked by a dildo. Isn’t that nice of me?”

She swallowed and rose, heading toward her bed.

“I said, ‘Isn’t that nice of me?’ I expect an answer, slut, or you’ll be punished.”