The World’s First Futa’s Daughters 03 – Futa’s First Taboo Pleasure Chapter 3: Rebecca’s Bondage Surprise by mypenname3000
Dive into an exhilarating adventure with “The World’s First Futa’s Daughters 03 – Futa’s First Taboo Pleasure.” Uncover the enticing dynamics of desire and taboo as Rebecca finds herself enveloped in a shocking bondage surprise. This steamy chapter promises to ignite your imagination and leave you craving more. Don’t miss out on this captivating read!
Blindfolded and bound, the futa has a hot threesome with her mother and a cute girl.
The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Taboo Pleasure
Chapter Three: Rebecca’s Bondage Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
October 14th, 2041 – Rebecca Miller
My stomach clenched while ice seemed to spill down my spine. Everyone else at the breakfast table, my half-sister, my mother, Anya, and Ramona were oblivious to what Lizzie had just sent me. Lizzie, a black-haired girl of eighteen, had a grin on her face as she held her phone. She, along with Anya and Ramona, was my sister’s friends. They had spent the night to celebrate Brita turning eighteen.
Lizzie new the naughty things I had done. That my mother and I had sex last night.
Wild, kinky, naughty sex. Lizzie had photos she texted Mom and me embracing, kissing, our naked bodies pressed tight. There was a pic of me nursing from my mother’s lactating breasts. Of my futa-cock slamming to the hilt in the pussy that had birthed me.
It was proof of our incestuous relationship.
“What do you want?” I texted back, struggling to control my panic.
“So, what did you and my sister do?” Brita asked, staring at Ramona. I just had sex with Ramona, the second one of my sister’s friends that I had fucked this weekend.
“She busted out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold,” Ramona said.
“Kinky,” my sister said. “Ooh, you’re a futa-player, aren’t you, Rebecca?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, staring at my phone while Lizzie casually texted with hers. This weight crushed me and my half-sister was babbling away.
“It was hot,” Ramona said. “She even licked my pussy clean after fucking me.”
“Wow,” my sister said.
“She did that to me, too,” Anya said.
My stomach squirmed. That was actually my mom both times. She snuck into my room last night while I was showering to devour Anya’s deflowered pussy. It was how I learned my mom wanted to do things with me. Then this morning, when Ramona wanted to have a romp with me, Mom suggested the blindfold and handcuffs. Ramona had no idea Mom was in the room doing things with her, and me.
“I want you and your mom to come over to my house this afternoon and have fun,” Lizzie texted. “Relax. I’m not going to rat you out or anything. I think incest is hot. I want to share it with you.”
“You promise not to tell anyone. Like my sister!” Brita couldn’t know that I was having sex with our mother. After Mom had her one-night stand with my futa-mother, Becky Woodard, she married Vern. They had Brita two years after I was born. Vern passed away a few years ago. He was a great step-father.
“I promise,” Lizzie texted back. “I don’t want to ruin the fun.”
Some of the tension in my shoulders relaxed. I lowered my phone while my mom laughed at something Ramona said. I put my phone away and stared down at the chocolate-chip pancakes Brita and her friends made while I was upstairs having fun with Mom and Ramona.
“So, when are you and Lizzie going to hook up?” Mom asked, staring across the table.
I shrugged. “I have homework to do.”
“Yeah,” Lizzie said, “I got to get home soon. My parents want me to mow the lawn before they take off for their dumb office party. They don’t trust me not to do it after they leave.”
“I wouldn’t trust you either,” said Brita.
Lizzie sighed. “If our yard didn’t have so many bushes in it, we could have an auto lawnmower. But the AIs on those things just never do it right. Not good enough for dad.” She smiled. “Maybe you can come over to my house this afternoon.”
“Uh, maybe,” I said.
“You’ll love it,” Ramona said. “My boyfriend’s going to freak when he hears I fucked a futa. I should have taped it.”
“I’m not interested in being in porn,” I said, still feeling off-balanced by all of this. My futa-mother, the world’s first futa, had really changed things with her hyper-sexuality. Every woman she fucked had a futa-daughter, and she fucked up to a dozen women in a day.
I had thousands of sisters all around the world. Curious women were always wanting to have sex with me. It was fun, but now… Now I just wanted my mom. She was a lot of fun. The best lover I ever had.
Not long after, the girls fled, gabbing as they head upstairs to dress. Brita’s friends had to get going. It left Mom and me alone. Swallowing, I leaned over the table. “Um, Lizzie knows about us.”
“Oh?” Mom said, her eyes widening. “You mean…?”
“She caught us last night.” I leaned back in the chair. “Why don’t I close the door? I was so caught up with you and…” I sighed.
“What is she going to do?” Mom asked, her voice tight. She licked her lips, her features paling. She leaned down, her black hair slipping off her shoulders and spilling down the front of her housecoat.
“She wants to have a threesome with us at her parents’ house.” I swallowed. “This afternoon.”
“Oh,” Mom said. Then her eyes brightened. “Mmm, this time I don’t have to hide and not moan out. That was hard when you were fucking my asshole while I feasted on Ramona.”
My cheeks warmed.
“Okay, well, it seems like an easy, and fun, price to pay,” Mom said. She stood up and began collecting plates like this was an ordinary Saturday morning breakfast.
“You are a lot… kinkier than I thought.”
Mom gave an earthy grin. “I was your age when I had you. Your generation didn’t invent sex or anything. The things me and your father would do while you girls were sleeping…”
An aching emptiness stretched out the air around us. I shifted. I could feel the absence Vern left in all our lives. I shifted on the table, my heart pounding in my chest. I swallowed, my fingers flexing and relaxing.
“He’d want you to be happy,” I said.
“With you?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Maybe he’d find it hot.”
Mom threw back her head and laughed. It was such a delight. “I bet he would. He had a pervy streak in him.” She sighed. “Please don’t think I’m trying to replace him with you, Rebecca.”
“I know you don’t,” I said. “I’m glad to make you happy, Mom.”
“Mmm, you do.” She set down the plates in the kitchen and came back in. She knelt before me. “You have no idea how much you do.”
I gasped as she shoved up my tennis skirt, exposing my panties. My futa-dick was swelling in them. I could hear movement upstairs. This was so wild. Then she jerked my panties down. Her mouth engulfed the tip of my girl-dick.
My pussy clenched as the incestuous bliss shot down it. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This wild passion surged around me. My snatch clenched as a dizzying wave swept over me. It was incredible to feel.
Her lips worked up and down my shaft. She sucked hard, with an intensity that made me clench my fist. My mother moaned about my cock. Her tongue swabbed it. This bliss flowed through me. My heart pounded in my chest.
Juices dripped down my thighs.
“Damn,” I groaned, panting as she loved me. “That’s—”
Footsteps thudded down the stairs. My mom pulled her mouth off my dick. I squeaked and struggled to pull up my panties, pinning my cock against my skirt as I spun around, putting my back to the dining room entrance.
“Hey, Mom,” Brita said, my sister’s voice sounding sweet, “I’m going to hang out at Anya’s. Probably study for awhile then go to the mall to do some shopping.”
“Oh, sure, honey,” Mom said, standing up as I played with the front of my skirt.
“Um, what were you doing kneeling, Mom?”
“Just… dropped my contact,” Mom said. She blinked her eye. “I found it.”
“Yep,” I said, shoving my skirt down over my cock, my panties only half-covering it.
“And that’s why you’re standing so weird, Rebecca?” Brita asked.
I smiled at her over my shoulder. I couldn’t let her see my bulge. “Yep.”
“Okay,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, bye, Mom. Rebecca! Thanks for the awesome birthday party!”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
I sighed a relief when she was gone.
Once the house was empty, Mom finished that blowjob. It was amazing.
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Around 2 PM, Mom and I arrived at Lizzie’s house. She texted me the moment her parents left, begging me to come over. Mom was eager, too. She was wearing a sundress with nothing on beneath. “Why waste any time,” she’d giggle. “We’re here to get wild.”
She was like a girl, bubbly and excited as we stepped up to the porch. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties. My dick twitched. Footsteps padded to the door, then it opened revealing Lizzie dressed in a leather corset of all things. It cupped her small breasts, leaving her nipples exposed. It hugged the curve of the eighteen-year-old girl’s waist. She wore thigh-high boots to complete the look. My eyes fell on her pussy, her labia thick and thrusting out in a ridge of glistening flesh from her shaved mons.
“Oh, my,” Mom said. “That is… quite the outfit, Lizzie.”
“Did you know my parents have a sex dungeon?” the girl asked, her eyes bright. “I’ve brought a few girls down to play with when my parents weren’t around, but never a futa. This will be so much fun.”
“Sex… dungeon?” I asked.
“Yeah, some bondage and little spanking,” she said, grinning. “You’re a big college girl. You can handle it.”
I swallowed. “Yeah, I can.” I handcuffed Ramona, and she found it hot. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“Mmm, this will be fun. Your father used to handcuff me to the bed and have his way with me.” Mom bumped her hip against mine. “Maybe next time you’re home from college, we can convince Brita to spend the night at a friend’s house and you can do the same to me.”
My futa-dick was rock-hard in my panties, my pussy soaking the crotch. “I think I’d like that, Mom.”
“Oh, my god, you two are so hot together,” Lizzie said. She may be dressed like a dominatrix, but she squealed like an eighteen-year-old girl at a boy band concert, like Latin Five or The Cross.
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