MILF's Futa-Cuckolding Discovery, page 1
part #3 of New Futa of the House Series
MILF's Futa-Cuckolding Discovery
New Futa of the House 3
(A Tale of the World of Futas)
by
Reed James
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MILF's Futa-Cuckolding Discovery
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Stories of the The World of Futas
MILF's Futa-Cuckolding Discovery
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I fell to my knees before her, my breasts bouncing and swaying. I grabbed her futa-cock. I never worshiped Dolly's dick with any enthusiasm, blowing her out of obligation and wanting to please my wife. Now I yearned to get wild with my adopted futa-daughter.
I sucked the head of her cock into my mouth. I nursed on it, precum spilling over my tongue. My pussy clenched. This wild heat surged through me. It tingled my clit and nipples. I moaned around her cock.
She groaned as I sucked her. “Mmm, that's my Mommy-slut.”
“She's so beautiful worshiping you, Mistress,” Dolly groaned. My futa-wife joined me. She fell to her knees beside me, naked, too. Her small breasts quivered at the edge of my vision. She leaned in, her cheek rubbing on mine.
I slid my mouth off my adopted futa-daughter's spongy crown, exposing the flesh so that Dolly could nibble on the side. We swept our tongues across the crown of our adopted futa-daughter's dick, lapping up her precum.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Stories of the The World of Futas
New Futa of the House 1: Naughty Futas' Dominating Professor
New Futa of the House 2: Submissive Futas Wild Spanking
New Futa of the House 3: Submissive Futa's Blindfolded Discovery
Teacher's Submissive Futa 1: Naughty Futas' Dominating Professor
Treacher's Submissive Futa 2: Submissive Futas Wild Spanking
Teacher's Submissive Futa 3: Submissive Futa's Blindfolded Discovery
Futa's Naked Temptation 1: Ginny Bares All
Futa's Naked Temptation 2: Ginny's Naughty Desires
Futa's Naked Temptation 3: Ginny's Naughty Futa Revelation
HuCow's Futa Massage Delights 1: HuCow’s Creamy Happy Ending
HuCow's Futa Massage Delights 2: HuCow's Double Futa Massage
HuCow' Futa Massage Delights 3: HuCows Massage the Futa
Futa HuCow Coffee 1: Futa HuCow & the Married MILF
Futa HuCow Coffee 2: Futa HuCow's Friendly Service
Futa HuCow Coffee 3: Double HuCow Creamy Delight
MILF's Futa-Cuckolding Discovery
Scarlett Grove
Sunlight streaming through the bedroom window drew me out of sleep. I groaned. My futa-cock was hard with my morning wood, my bladder full. I groaned, reaching across the bed, searching for the feel of my adopted mother.
“Mom,” I groaned, searching the bed, not feeling her. I blinked as I sat up. I was in the master bedroom. I sat up, blinking.
She was gone.
I shook my head, my naked breasts swaying. I leaned back into the pillow, my tits rising and falling as I breathed. I smiled, remembering how great the night before was. I finally did it. I finally claimed my adopted mother and cuckolded my adopted futa-mother.
It was incredible. That delicious delight of not only making love to my busty mother but turning my futa-mother into my sissy bitch. They both had pleased me in their own ways. I gave my mother rapture that she lacked in her life while dominating my futa-mother and making her do things.
I'd fucked them both. It was an exquisite pleasure.
I stretched, the pressure in my bladder keeping me from slipping back into sleep. I was hard, too. Horny. That ache built at the tip of my girl-dick. I wanted to slip out of bed and find my mother. I bet she was making breakfast.
I smiled as I rolled out of bed, my stomach growling. I hoped she was just wearing an apron. I would love to come up behind her and see that peachy ass wiggling at me. Older women were just so sexy. Seducing Lizette as part of my plan to awaken my mother to taboo desires was a treat. Older women, mature beauties, were generous lovers. They were passionate, not like the girls my age.
I padded out of the bedroom naked, my braid of black hair sweeping down my back to nearly my rump. I loved my hair. I'd cultivated it for years. I smiled, my hard futa-dick bobbing before me. This was my house now. I'd banished my futa-mother to my bedroom. She would serve mom and me both.
I chortled as I slipped into the bathroom. I grasped my cock and relieved myself. That almost orgasmic tingle rushed through me. It had me eager to find Mom. I was going to make her cum again. I would caress her body. Make love to her beautiful flesh.
Humming, I washed my hands and left the bathroom.
“I'm coming for you, Mom,” I said, my voice a throaty purr. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. My nipples ached. I tweaked one as I headed down the stairs. My futa-cock bobbed before me.
I heard a noise from the kitchen. My feet curled in the soft carpet of the hallway. I crossed through the living room, my futa-cock and tits bouncing. Paper rustled. My head cocked as I stepped through the open passage into the kitchen.
My futa-mother stood before the counter reading the notepad that rested next to the phone. Yes, my parents still had a landline. My futa-mother wore her nightgown from last night, her body slender. She was a petite thing, weak and delicate, her breasts small. Her short bob of black hair framed her face.
“Where's Mom?” I asked, my dick throbbing. I could fuck my futa-mother. Ram my dick into her pussy, fuck her up the ass, or enjoy her mouth bobbing up and down my girl-dick.
She was my little bitch.
“She's left,” Futa-Mother said, her voice cracking. She glanced at me, her eyes looking lost and bewildered.
“Left?” A pit suddenly yawned in my stomach. My toes curled. This dizzying rush swept through me. “Did she go to the store or something?”
My futa-mother wordlessly handed over the note, shaking her head. Her short hair swayed about her face. I took the paper. It crinkled beneath my fingers. I turned around, seeing the flowing script of my mother's words.
My family,
Everything changed last night. I allowed my desires to take me places no mother should go. No wife should go. I don't understand my feelings. What drove me to do those things. Say those things. Dolly, I was caught up with desires that I don't understand. I know I hurt you. I never wanted that. I feel so terrible for what happened. This is all my fault. I didn't say no to our futa-daughter.
I should have been a better mother. A better wife. I should have said no to Scarlett the first time she came onto me. I shouldn't have let her use me in the kitchen before you came home from work. Now I don't know what to do.
I need time to think. To understand what I want. I understand if you hate me. I understand if Scarlett hates me. I feel like I've ruined everything we had. I don't know if I should even return.
Helen
“Fuck me,” I muttered.
“I have to find her,” Futa-Mom said, her voice sounding stern. She whirled around and darted away.
I leaned against the counter, utterly bewildered by what I read. I gave her what she wanted. Pleasure. I loved my adopted mother with every ounce of passion in the world, and I hurt her? I never wanted to do that.
What should I do?
* * *
Helen Grove
I sat on the back porch of the cabin staring down at the lake. The day was growing warm, the sun reflecting across the water. It was peaceful here. A gentler breeze rustled through the pine trees growing nearby, adding a soft sway to the world. Something gentle and calming.
I didn't know what to do.
I sat here, my legs pulled up beside me on the porch swing, the padding soft beneath me. The chains creaked as it slowly swung back and forth. My mind was in turmoil. My body wanted my adopted futa-daughter. I ached for her again and again.
It was only lust. I should have been better. I never should have surrendered to her. I should have said no to her. I was older. She was only eighteen, a slave to those youthful hormones. I never should have cuckolded Dolly with her.
Dolly must hate me.
I stared down at my hands past my breasts rising and falling in my sundress. I didn't know what to do. I felt paralyzed. I was terrified of returning home. Of facing my futa-wife. My futa-daughter. What if I succumbed again? Scarlett was so bold and dominating. She
Begging her to breed me. To cuckold me. Shame burned through me for being such a bad wife. I should have been faithful to my futa-wife. To my sweet Dolly. I chose to love her. To be only hers. If only she was more like Scarlett then none of this would have happened.
I stiffened at the crunch of footsteps. I threw a look. A shadow stretched around the side of the cabin. Someone was here. My heart beat faster and then Dolly stepped around the corner, dressed in a blue tank top and a white tennis skirt, her black hair a mess.
I burst into tears at the sight of her. The guilt swelled through me as she came closer. I wanted to beg her forgiveness. My throat burned as she approached me. My legs slid off the porch swing. I rose, my bare feet feeling the rough wood of the decking beneath my soles.
“I knew you would come here,” Dolly said. “We had a good time here, didn't we?”
“Dolly...” I croaked, my vision growing blurry. The tears were hot. “I'm so sorry for cheating on you.”
I stumbled towards her, my body swaying.
Dolly caught me by the arms. She held me tight as I trembled. My shoulders shook and shuddered as the sobs poured through me. I stared down, my breasts rising and falling in my blouse. Her hands were hot on mine, her fingers strong.
“Why are you sorry?” Dolly asked, her voice sweet. “It was so beautiful watching you and our futa-daughter together.”
I stiffened at her words. A final, sobbing hitch burst out of my sore throat. I looked up at her, blinking. I sniffled, confused. “What?”
“It was hot,” Dolly continued. There was a fervor in her voice. “I could never love you like that. I... I wanted for you to... to have it. I yearned for it.”
“What are you saying?” I asked, confused by my futa-wife's words. I stared into her brown eyes.
“That I wanted you to cuckold me for years,” she said. “I dreamed of it. How hot it would be to watch a real futa please your body. To witness the passion on your face. To hear you cry out. A young futa. Someone who knows how to make women explode.
“It would be so hot. And when Scarlett said she would breed you...” Such lust burned across my wife's face. She fell to her knees before me. “I came so hard. It was powerful. And then I finally had the motivation to love you. To treat you right. Didn't you love it when I ate our futa-daughter's cum out of your pussy?”
“Dolly,” I groaned, staring at my wife in shock. “That's... so pathetic.”
“I know,” she groaned. She pressed her face into my belly. “I just want to worship you. To see you happy. It's my fault we never had our own children and had to adopt Scarlett. My ovaries are firing blanks. But now you can be bred by our adopted futa-daughter. Scarlett can make you into a mother.”
I shuddered at her words. At what she was saying. “You wanted me to cheat on you?”
“I wanted to watch! To masturbate.” She stared up at me with heat in her eyes. “Let me show you. Let me love you. I can eat your pussy now. I have the inspiration now. I could bury my face into your cunt and devour all the cum out of you. And even if there isn't, I can worship you. You're a goddess, Helen. Let me.”
My pussy clenched. This wave of heat shot through me. “You really are a futa-beta,” I groaned. “A sissy cuckold.”
“I am,” whimpered Dolly. She kept nuzzling at my belly through my dress. I shuddered, this heat swelling through me. “I'm our futa-daughter's sissy-whore. She fucked me hard. She pounded me. I came on her cock just like you did.”
“Yes, you did,” a new voice purred.
I gasped to see Scarlett in a tight pair of shorts that outlined her hard futa-cock. That big, aching shaft that dwarfed Dolly's. My pussy ached in memory of it. My juicy snatch grew hotter. This molten itch burned inside of me.
“How did you find us?” Dolly asked, still kneeling. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder. “Did you follow me, Mistress?”
Mistress... It was hot hearing her call our adopted futa-daughter that.
“GPS,” Scarlett said, her round breasts swelling the striped tank top she wore. “I followed Mom's phone. Didn't expect to find you hear begging to be my cuckold. I knew you were pathetic.”
“So pathetic,” groaned Dolly, her voice so throaty. “I'm so hard right now.”
“Me, too,” Scarlett said. She grinned at me. “Well, Mom, you going to do something about it.”
I shuddered. “What?”
“Suck me off,” Scarlett said, her word so bold. She peeled off her tank top, her naked, young tits coming out. So firm and perky, bigger than Dolly's. Scarlett's pink nipples thrust out hard before her. “Both of you. I need my Mommy-slut and my futa-whore to love me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Dolly breathed. She stared up at me. “Let's love our futa-daughter together.”
The earnest passion in her voice made me shudder. I nodded my head. I didn't have anything to feel guilty about. Not if this made Dolly happy. And it definitely made me happy. I had never cum like that before Scarlett. Not in all my life.
I was glad I spied on her with Lizette.
“Get those dresses off and suck my cock,” groaned Scarlett as she unfastened her jean shorts. “And lick my pussy. I want to cum on your faces. You want that, don't you, Mommy-slut?”
“Yes,” I breathed. Scarlett had awakened something inside of me. Something powerful and visceral. This wanton need that made me shudder. This ache burned between my thighs. I trembled, my cunt on fire. This wicked desire rippled out of my pussy.
I wanted to be treated like a slut. Like a woman taken in hand by her futa-lover.
My hands flew to the buttons of my dress, but Dolly beat me to them. Her hands were already working on them. She opened up the front of my dress, exposing my breasts constrained in my blue bra. My dress fell off my body as my wife reached around me, pressing her small tits into mine. She had such an eager smile on her face.
“You naughty sissy-slut, you want this,” I purred to her, my voice low. “You want to worship our futa-daughter together.”
She nodded her head. “Don't you?”
“Yes,” I moaned and then kissed my wife on the lips. Not the passionate kiss of a lover, but the gentle smooch of a wife to the futa she'd spent two decades of her life with. I loved Dolly, but she didn't make me wet.
Our futa-daughter did.
My bra came off, freeing my large, soft breasts. I felt Scarlett's eyes on me. She stroked her futa-dick in one hand, her shorts and panties already doffed, and fingered a nipple with the other. She had such a hungry gleam in her brown eyes. Her tongue licked across her lips.
Then Dolly's hands shoved down my green panties, exposing my bush. My brown locks swayed about my shoulders as I shook. My pussy dripped juices, absorbed by my silky pubic hair. I shuddered at the thrill of this moment.
Naked, I felt my futa-daughter's eyes on me, appreciating my body. I felt so womanly, so desired. I smiled at her, a wanton, hungry grin. I felt like a sexy cougar. It was incredible to be more than a mom and wife.
Dolly stripped naked as I sauntered to Scarlett. My large tits swayed before me. My nipples throbbed and ached. Scarlett had such a cocky grin on her face. She knew I wanted to please her. To be used by her. This forbidden lust burned through me.
I was such a wicked mother.
I fell to my knees before her, my breasts bouncing and swaying. I grabbed her futa-cock. I never worshiped Dolly's dick with any enthusiasm, blowing her out of obligation and wanting to please my wife. Now I yearned to get wild with my adopted futa-daughter.
I sucked the head of her cock into my mouth. I nursed on it, precum spilling over my tongue. My pussy clenched. This wild heat surged through me. It tingled my clit and nipples. I moaned around her cock.
She groaned as I sucked her. “Mmm, that's my Mommy-slut.”
“She's so beautiful worshiping you, Mistress,” Dolly groaned. My futa-wife joined me. She fell to her knees beside me, naked, too. Her small breasts quivered at the edge of my vision. She leaned in, her cheek rubbing on mine.
I slid my mouth off my futa-daughter's spongy crown, exposing the flesh so that Dolly could nibble on the side. We swept our tongues across the crown of our adopted futa-daughter's dick, lapping up her precum.
It was such a strange intimacy to share a girl-cock with my sissy futa-wife.
