Chapter 7: Futa and the Sultry Housewives

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Alexa Green

As my futa-daughter left with Poppy, I watched the delicious Ginger Tate walk into her office to speak to her corporate masters. She was the manager of Secret Delights, the lingerie store in the mall. The married woman had, of course, found Lisa so attractive, she just had to make love to her.

We had shared my daughter. Enjoyed her delights. Now Ginger had a pussy full of that cum. A mother like me, she was just so sexy. I had found my entire life had changed. I didn’t want men at all. I wanted futas and MILFs. I wanted women. Pussies. Cunts. Girl-dicks. Futa-jizz. Creampies.

I wanted to eat a creampie.

I sauntered into the office. Ginger glanced up at me as she picked up the phone, her wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. I was a widower, but I still wore mine. I loved my husband, and missed him, but right now I was glad he was gone. It made this so much easier.

He would want me to be happy.

And I was more than happy to drop to my knees and lick out Ginger Tate’s married cunt. I would lap up every drop of my daughter’s taboo futa-cum from the MILF’s delicious pussy. She watched me drop to her knees.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “Yes, yes, I got those orders coming. In an hour. Sorry, sorry, we had a bit of a VIP come in to shop. Yes, yes, you’ll get them. Have I ever not made it by end of the hour.”

She rolled her eyes to me as I pushed her naked thighs apart. Like me, she had shed her clothes to have fun with Lisa. Now she smiled as I leaned forward to her shaved pussy. She had just a triangle of black hair sitting on her pubic mound just waiting for me to lick it clean. That would be so delicious to do.

I nuzzled into her pussy. I had eaten out my futa-daughter’s cunt, so this was my second ever twat I had kissed. Already, cum and juices soaked my lips. The fluids leaked past my lips. I savored the flavor of the salty cum mixed with her tart juices.

“Yes, yes, I have a new girl coming in tonight. No problems.”

I licked at her cunt. My tongue slid through her pussy lips. She quivered as she gripped the phone. I gathered up more of her tart juices and my futa-daughter’s cum. I loved those flavors. I licked again and again.

“I referred her to the police,” I said. “And I have taken measures to make sure no more employee theft can happen. Yes, yes, it’s solved.”

She smiled down at me as I lapped at her. She squeezed her thighs around my head as my tongue swept through her folds and gathered up every drop of her cum that I could spilling out of her snatch. She shuddered in her chair.

Her free hand slid down and grabbed the back of my head. She held me to her pussy. She made the occasional “Uh-huh,” as she enjoyed my tongue stroking through her folds. I loved the feel of her labia on my lips. The flavor of her tart musk filled my nose.

It was so heady to eat out another woman. Just a thrill to slide my tongue through her folds and make her shiver. Her big boobs jiggled as she nodded along to the conversation, adding her interjections every now and then.

“Right, right, we’re ready for the big sale,” she said. “All the signage has arisen.”

My tongue plunged into her cunt and scooped out my futa-daughter’s salty jizz. I loved the incestuous rush of eating her cum out of Ginger’s married pussy. This was so wild. I was cuckolding her. I loved it so much.

“We won’t put it out until next week. I know.” She rolled her eyes. “Mmm, I know.”

My tongue swirled around in her cunt. She shifted in her chair. Her fingers tightened in my auburn locks as I scooped out that delicious futa-spunk. My daughter’s cum melted across my tongue flavored by Ginger’s tart snatch.

“Yes, yes, it was an excellent conversation,” she moaned. “Okay, okay. Yes, I’ll see you next month at the conference. Okay. Goodbye.”

She hung up as my tongue plunged into her cunt. She shuddered and moaned aloud as I gathered more of my futa-daughter’s spunk from her depths. I loved every moment of licking and lapping at her cunt. I feasted on her with everything that I had.

“You naughty MILF,” she groaned. “Oh, just a wicked mommy. You’re just feasting on all that futa-cum your daughter fired into my cunt.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “It’s so yummy. She got to eat out my creampie, but I haven’t had a chance to return the favor.”

“And? How is it?”

“Wonderful, Ginger!” I plunged my tongue back into her cunt and swirled around in her cunt, mixing the last of Lisa’s cum with those tart juices. I scooped them out, groaning my delight. “Just outstanding to eat out one of her creampies!”

I feasted on my fellow MILF. I licked and lapped at her snatch. With no more futa-cum to enjoy, I just savored her tart pussy. She tasted amazing. I really did love eating a woman out. I stroked her thighs as I stroked her pussy lips.

I brushed her clit over and over again. She groaned, her head tossing from side to side. She whimpered, her face twisting in delight. Her boobs bounced and jiggled. They quivered as I stroked over her bud.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you’re going to be drowning in pussy juices soon!”

“Good,” I moaned and slid my tongue through her folds again.

She shuddered as I did that. Her head tossed back and forth as I flicked my tongue up and down her snatch. She groaned, loving what I did to her. She whimpered, her head tossing from side to side as I licked at her.

I lapped at her with such passion. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She stared down at me, her eyes so wide. She had such a delicious cunt. I loved the feel of her snatch. She had a wonderful tasting pussy.

“Alexa!” she gasped. “Oh, Alexa!”

I loved hearing her moaning my name. I suckled hard on her clit.

She trembled. Her big boobs bounced and jiggled. She gripped my head, holding me to her bud. I nibbled on her with my soft lips. She squirmed, her tits swaying back and forth. Mine did, too, smacking together as I loved her pearl.

She threw back her head, her back arching in her chair. Her boobs thrust out before her as she squeezed her thighs tight about my face. She squealed out in rapture. A gush of pussy juices flooded my mouth.

I groaned, drinking her passion. I gulped down her pussy cream. Hot juices spilled down my chin. My boobs swayed beneath me as I trembled with delight. I savored making this MILF cum so hard. Her moans of delight echoed through her office.

“Oh, my fucking god!” Ginger squealed. “You’re such an amazing woman, Alexa! Oh, yes, yes, you’re so good at eating pussy!”

I loved her words.

I licked at her cunt as she whimpered. I stroked through her folds, gathering up more of her tart juices. she trembled through her bliss, her head tossing back and forth. She sucked in a deep breath, her boobs rising and falling.

“Oh, wow,” she purred as her orgasm dwindled. “Mmm, I wonder if you’ve ever heard of this? Something lesbians supposedly do.”

“Oh?” I asked, curious. Was I a lesbian now for liking my futa-daughter? She still had a cock. Was I something else? A futasexual?

Lisa Green

“Sorry about that,” I said as Poppy and I moved through the store. She was the cute, black-haired girl that worked with here. Mrs. Tate was her mother. “What you saw. I didn’t mean for that. MILFs just ... go wild for me.”

“I guess,” she said. “I mean, you’re cute and all. Those glasses and those boobs are nice. And, I mean, that cock is kinda hot. You’re hung, but ... To just start blowing you. I mean, what about my dad? And right in the middle of the store. It’s crazy.”

“It’s definitely crazy,” I said.

“Well, we have the trans-panties. They don’t ever sell, but we have to have them on hand. You know, to show that Secret Delights are allies. I think we’ve had them in stock, and I sold them to maybe one guy. I think he just liked wearing panties. You know, wasn’t really ... But you can’t say that. Ugh, it’s all so confusing.”

I nodded.

“So, this must have just happened to you.”

“A few hours ago,” I said.

“Poor thing. If you ever, you know, want to get a coffee and talk about it. I’m not a sex-mad MILF like my mom. Or your mom.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling at Poppy. She was cute, a few years older than me. “I’d like that. I really would. It’s all so confusing. My formula wasn’t supposed to make me into a futa. It was supposed to give me bigger boobs, a hot face, and fix my eyesight. Instead, this cunt Shanice spiked it and I got the tits and a dick instead.”

“Wow, spiked your formula?” Poppy shook her head, her black hair dancing. “That’s a complete biotch.”

“Yep,” I said. “She’s the hot girl at my school. I was going to out hot her and steal her dreamy boyfriend from her. He’s the quarterback and he’s...” I frowned. The flutter of delight. I used to get at thinking about Curtis and all his muscles were ... gone. “Well, he used to be the guy I daydreamed about. Now, I don’t really feel much for him. Weird.”

“Not really,” she said. “You’re sexuality is evolving with your body. It’s pretty clear you like MILFs.”

I blushed. “I guess I do. They’re very, um, fun.” I didn’t want to say how amazing her mom was. “I had a threesome at school with my science teacher and the principal. They were very into my girl-cock.”

“Plus your mom,” said Poppy. “And my mom.”

“Sorry about that,” I said. “I didn’t mean to, you know.”

“Fuck my mom?” She shrugged. “It sounds like you are really going through a lot. I mean it, you want to talk, we can talk.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

“So, you can’t get back at Shanice by seducing her boyfriend and turning him into your boy toy. So, what are you going to do?”

“She has a mother.” My cheeks burned. “I mean, that has to get back at her. She’s a MILF, so she’ll be all over me. I hope that doesn’t sound terrible.”

“Nope.” Poppy grinned. “Just make sure she knows. Ooh, like becoming over all the time. Dating her or something. Not for real, but just to pretend.”

“What if I dated her for real?” I asked, browsing through the panties. There were some cute pairs here. “I mean, what’s so weird about it other than our age difference. Oh, and she’s married.”

“My mom didn’t care about that part,” said Poppy. “But don’t you want to date a girl your age. You know, someone that’s not just wanting to ride your futa-dick because they find you irresistibly hot. I mean, they’re like nymphos around you. It’s not love or passion, it’s just carnal lust. Least, that’s what I think it is.”

“Well, my plans of finding true love with Curtis are out,” I said. “I’ll just keep my eye out.”

“Cool,” she said, shifting. “Um, so ... I get off in an hour. Maybe after you’re done shopping, if you can lose your mom, we can have that coffee.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks.” I gave her a quick hug. “Um, how about Black Brew across the street from the mall.”

“It’s a date,” said Poppy. “Now, you really have to try this pair. I think they’re super cute.”

I took them, a pair of teal panties with lacy bands across the seat. I put them against my jeans. They were cut to accommodate a dick. So they were proper trans-panties. Well, futa-panties. I nodded, smiling at her.

She grabbed a matching bra that would fit me, a 30C. I smiled as we browsed more. Pink panties, purple, a type of thong that could hold my dick in the front, ones that hugged my ass. Partially transparent. I was giddy at all these cute panties I would soon own.

Just as we were finishing up, Mom and Mrs. Tate emerged from the back with big smiles on their faces. Had they had fun back there. Mrs. Tate glanced at me. I could tell she wanted to pounce on me. That she was just so eager to fuck me, but...

“I will give you a nice discount,” she said as we piled them up. “Mmm, and you really need to come in as often as you can. I would be able to ‘lose’ a bra and pantie set every time you do. Or maybe a nice nightie. You just have to ... give me that big futa-dick.”

“Sure, Mrs. Tate,” I said. “I’d love to, but I have to buy more clothes, and ... I’m going to have coffee with Poppy in an hour. To talk to her.” I glanced at Mom. “Is that cool. You can drop me off at Black Brew. I can get home from there.”

“Oh, fine,” she said. “Poppy, huh, she’s cute.”

“Yes, my daughter’s just adorable,” purred Mrs. Tate.

“She’s just being friendly,” I gasped. “It’s not like that. You MILFs just have dirty, dirty minds about me. She’s not a bunch of horny nymphos that will do anything for my futa-dick.”

“Anything,” Mrs. Tate and Mom breathed together, their bodies shuddering.

God, MILFs were such sluts. I loved it. My futa-dick was getting hard in my jeans, and that was a bad thing. I had to get this under control. I swallowed and nodded as my lingerie was rang up. Mom paid with her credit card, humming along.

I had a bag full of bras and panties, and we were heading off to the next store. I still hadn’t put on a bra, but I would in the changing room when I tried some stuff on. And a pair of panties. That teal pair were so cute. I would do with those.

Mom and I headed to Chateau Rue for the clothes. As we moved through the mall, I was getting used to all those passing MILFs glancing at me. It wasn’t every older woman. No, it was the ones who were mothers. And some of the younger ones, too.

Moms pushing strollers or with toddlers glancing back at me. In their twenties. Their thirties. Their forties. I guessed it didn’t matter so long as they had a child. That was exciting to think about. This new futa-dick was definitely going to make my life so much different.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see you in your sexy new clothes,” Mom purred. “It’s making me so wet just thinking about it.”

“God, Mom, you are such a horndog,” I said. “Do I need to get a hose to cool you off?”

“Mmm, you could whip out your futa-hose and drench me in all that lovely passion to cool me off,” she purred.

I rolled my eyes. “I just need to get in the changing room and put on these new panties and try on a few skirts and stuff. Okay. Cute skirts and blouses that fit my new bust size. That’s what we’re here for.”

“Right,” Mom said, her hand putting on my lower back where my too-small shirt had ridden up to expose my skin. I shuddered at the warmth of her touch. The intimacy of it. People might think we were lovers.

An older lesbian with her budding dyke.

My futa-dick twitched as we reached Chateau Rue. It was a trendy clothing store that girls like Shanice shopped at. I was so relieved when I saw there were only girls in their twenties working here. And none of them stared at me like they had to jump my futa-bones right here, right now.

Mom hurried over to the shelves and started gushing, though. She was browsing through the clothes. She gushed at them as she dug through them, a big smile on her lips. She pulled out skirts and tops.

“You’d look so cute in this, honey,” she said.

“Wow, your mom is into helping you shop,” a girl with caramel skin with a nametag that read “Jasmine” said. “But she has some good taste.”

“Yeah, she’s great,” I said. “She’s helping me out. I had a bit of a growth spurt.” I pointed at my shirt. “And nothing I own fits any longer.”

“Nice, nice,” Jasmine said. “Well, if you have any questions.”

I smiled at her and liked the feminine skirts Mom was picking out. She grabbed blouses that went with them. A mix of crop tops, halter tops, peasant blouses, and even some cute t-shirts with rainbows and unicorns on them.

Mom had quite a lot of clothes. I took them from her and headed to the changing room. I slipped in before Mom could follow. She would just try to fuck me if she got in here. So I hung up the clothes on a bar for that and kicked off my shoes.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. My red hair fell bushy and full around my face. It was almost untamable. My glasses sat on my nose. I was cuter. My face had shifted in such subtle ways. Like I had been photoshopped. I pulled off my top and saw my boobs in them.

It was strange seeing my new C’s instead of my little A’s. Well, Double A’s, that was how small they were. I liked them.

I hummed as I unsnapped my jeans. I shoved them off. My futa-dick thrust out from my fiery bush. I kept it trimmed, so my curls were easy to see. I rolled the jeans down my thighs and stepped out of them. I smiled and posed.

I was a sexy futa. My girl-dick twitched out before me. My pussy grew hot.

I ducked my hands into the bag with my new panties and bras. I pulled out the teal set and slipped on the bra. It fit perfectly. The fabric cupped my breasts into two wonderful mounds. I adjusted it and nodded. I pulled up the panties next, my new cock fitting into the expanded space.

“Nice,” I said as I adjusted them. I looked at myself. I had a plumper rump, I realized. It had more curves to it. I was sexier. “Very nice. I look hot.”

“You do, honey,” Mom purred and opened the dressing room door.

I gasped as she slipped in, a hungry look in her green eyes. She groaned as she stared at me in my new bra and panties set. She trembled with lust, her boobs bouncing in her dark-blue crop top. Her tight skirt swirled around her thighs.

“What are you doing in here?” I hissed.

“Why, just seeing how cute you are in your new bra and panties.” She smiled at me. “Oh, honey, you are looking so delicious in that. Those panties are just adorable.”

“And I have to try on these new clothes, not have you in her ogling me.” My eyes widened as she licked her lips. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to ... Stop dropping to your knees, Mom. I mean. No, no, don’t tug down my panties. Mom! There are employees here. They’re going to wander why—”

My cock popped out of my new panties and right into her hungry mouth.

“Mom!” I groaned as she suckled on me. She nursed with such passion on me. I groaned at the feel of her lips sliding up and down my girl-dick. “You can’t—”

I cut off as a girl went into the other changing room, saying, “Sheesh, Mom, I can put on clothes myself. I’m not a little girl.”

“Oh, I know, honey,” the woman said. “Just want to see how cute you are. I’m so glad you’re blossoming and trying clothes more appropriate for your age.”

I shuddered as the girl in the stall next to mine muttered. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Mom’s mouth. She suckled on me with passion. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft. She suckled on me with passion. She nursed with everything that she had.

I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. This was insane feeling her mouth sliding up and down me. It was an incredible rush to have her blowing in me. The girl changed in the stall next to ours. If she heard us and told...

I didn’t even want to think about it. Then I noticed the door. It wasn’t closed.

Mom hadn’t made sure to latch it. I had to get it closed. I reached out with my fingers, my boobs bobbing in my bra. My fingers were straining to reach it. I just had to bend over a little more. I was so close to the wood.

“It’s hot in here,” the mother muttered. “You hot, honey?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “You’re just getting old, Mom!”

“Old, I’m thirty-eight!” she gasped. “I should go in there and whup your ass for that. I’m only twenty-four-years older than you, little brat and ... It is hot, though. My, oh, my, it’s getting warm.”

My fingers brushed the door. I just had to push on it. I tried and ... it creaked open more. I froze, Mom sucking so hard on me. The door wiggled. Then, maybe a draft, pushed it open even wider to reveal the woman on the other side fanning her mocha-brown face. The Black woman blinked at me.

Mom just kept suckling at me as the Black MILF stared at me with this hunger in her eyes. She fanned her face, her big boobs held in a sleeveless blouse with a ruffled collar. She had on a tight pencil skirt and heels like she had just come in from the office.

“Oh, I think I know why it’s so hot,” she said as she stared at me. She walked into the changing room. “Oh, my, yes.”

“Great, Mom,” her daughter said. “Super thrilled for you. Ooh, yes, this is cute.”

The MILF closed the door behind her. She stared at me then down at my mother sucking on my dick. Mom just kept nursing on me, my cunt clenching. The heat washed through me. This felt amazing. I loved the way she suckled on me. How she nursed. How she worked her mouth up and down my dick.

She would make me cum so hard. I groaned, Mom’s tongue dancing around my pussy. A wave of heat rushed through me as Mom kept suckling on me. She nursed with more of that pressure. It was an amazing delight to have her doing that to me.

She loved my girl-dick. She suckled on me with all her might while the new MILF pressed her mocha hands into my torso and slid up to my bras. She licked her lips as I trembled, my pussy clenching. My ovaries brimmed with cum.