They were big when I was in high school. Were they still?
Lizzie grabbed our hands and dragged us through her house. I hadn’t been over and hardly had time to drink in the modern ascetics. It was clean, with a lot of whites and beige. Before I knew it, we were at a staircase that led down to the dungeon.
Of course, it was in the basement.
My pussy became wetter, my dick throbbed harder, and my stomach grew tighter. Nerves and lust shot through me as we descended to a black-painted door. Lizzie grinned and thrust it open onto a room painted black.
No, it was covered in black acoustic foam. The carpet was thick beneath my feet. My heart raced as I saw a shelf covered in flails and whips and paddles. Each one looked like they were set down with care, almost like paraphernalia on an altar. Another shelf held various handcuffs and small clamps.
I blushed when I realized where those would go.
From the center of the room hung a pair of manacles bolted to the ceiling and a sex swing right before it. I linked at that. I had never used a sex swing before. I heard about them. They were supposed to be… exciting.
“Oh, my, this is impressive,” Mom said. “I had no idea your parents were into this.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure ‘office party’ is their code for BDSM orgy or something,” Lizzie said. “But it lets us have their dungeon free for our fun.” She grabbed a blindfold off another shelf, a black mask trimmed in red lace. “I feel inspired by Ramona. Your turn, Rebecca.”
I swallowed and then shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Ramona loved it.”
“Mmm, she did,” Mom purred. “She had no idea I was in the room with them.”
“Oooh, your mom is naughty,” purred Lizzie. “I love it.”
“Yeah, she’s a kinky one,” I said as Lizzie pushed the blindfold into my hands. Her fingers brushed mine. “Okay, get naked, then we’re going to have fun.”
While I was still playing with the blindfold, Mom was unzipping her dress and slipping out of it. She wiggled her shoulders and then her big breasts appeared. They swayed as she worked her dress over her hips. The fabric dropped it to the floor.
“Oh, you are gorgeous as I imagined, Mrs. Miller,” moaned Lizzie. She grabbed my mom’s breast and nuzzled her face between them. The naughty girl kneaded them, reveling in them. My pussy soaked my panties.
Then Lizzie latched onto a nipple and suckled.
As I finally started stripping, Lizzie popped her mouth off. “Oh, wow, you’re lactating. That was breast milk.”
“I wanted to have a surprise for my futa-daughter when she came home,” said Mom, flashing me a naughty look. I shuddered, swallowing at the smoky quality of it.
Lizzie dove her head back down, her black hair swaying, and latched on. The petite girl suckled. She moaned in delight, nursing from my mother’s breast. I remembered that creamy treat, the result of a new medical procedure developed out of research into my futa-mother’s hyper-sexuality and its causes.
I peeled off my top, my naked breasts coming out, round and jiggling. Then I peeled off my tennis skirt and panties in a single go, freeing my engorged futa-cock. It thrust from the shaved folds of my pussy. My pink lips wrapped around the base of my erect shaft. It was long and thick, throbbing hard with my excitement.
Lizzie glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as she nursed. Her cheeks bulged as she suckled, drinking down my mother’s breast milk. An envious rush shot through me. I trembled, my futa-dick throbbing while my hands gripped the blindfold.
The girl popped her mouth off. “Okay, put on the blindfold and then just let me guide you into place.” She gave a girlish squeal, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, Rebecca, this is going to be so much fun. I had the naughtiest idea for a game we can play with your mom.”
“Ooh, I’m intrigued,” Mom said. “Go on, honey. I won’t let her do anything too bad to you.”
The nervousness only seemed to fuel my excitement, like it made it more visceral. I pulled on the sleeping mask; the world became black. No light bled through the velvet. The mask fit snug around my face. Suddenly, my heart sounded so loud, thundering in my ears, and my breathing noisy. I could hear them whispering and then a giggle. Movement swept around me, the air currents caressing my naked body.
A hand grabbed my left wrist. “Okay,” Lizzie purred, standing right beside me, “just relax, Rebecca. This will be fun.”
“Sure,” I said, the strain of fear making my dick ache more. Being blindfolded enhanced my other senses. Her fingers felt wonderful on my wrist.
She moved me a few feet to my left by the sex swing. Then she lifted my right arm into the air. I groaned at the brush of the leather cuff of the manacle. She wrapped it around my wrist, pulling it tight. I shuddered. I was about to be helpless.
I could stop this. I knew I could, but… The fantasy of being at the mercy of Lizzie and my mother was exhilarating. Helpless. Unable to stop them from doing any naughty, kinky things to my body. My tits. My ass. My pussy.
My futa-cock.
I groaned as Lizzie raised my other arm and brought my wrist up to the manacle. The leather was cool against me. I shuddered as she tightened it. Her body pressed against me, her small tits brushing my breasts. My cock caressed across her thighs.
“Mmm, there you are,” she said. “Now you’ve been a naughty futa, haven’t you?”
“I… I have,” I moaned.
SMACK!
I gasped at the stinging impact on my rump. It sent this warmth through me. This delicious heat that made my futa-dick twitch. I shifted, the manacles rattling over my head. I groaned at the pain melting down into my juicy pussy.
“Ooh, I never spanked her as a girl,” said Mom. “Maybe I should have. Then she wouldn’t have seduced her poor, innocent mother.”
CRACK!
I gasped, knowing that it was my mom’s hand that hit my other butt-cheek. My futa-dick bounced before me as this wicked heat swept through my body. I groaned, my heart racing in my chest. My pussy ached, a line of cream dribbling down my thighs.
“I didn’t seduce you,” I moaned.
“Oh, who came to my door last night?” Mom asked.
SMACK!
“Ooh, yes, that sounds like seduction,” purred Lizzie, her hand lingering on my rump. She squeezed me as the pain spread into burning warmth across my rump.
“Definitely,” Mom said.
CRACK!
I groaned as her hand landed on my left butt-cheek. My rump clenched and my pussy ached. My dick twitched and throbbed with my heartbeat. I swayed. I couldn’t see them, only hear them around me, moving, their bodies brushing me.
A hand touched my hip.
SMACK!
A finger stroked across my stomach.
CRACK!
A digit ran down my spine.
SMACK!
They took turns spanking me. They applied them one after the other, my ass growing hotter and hotter while their fingers stroked me. Caressed me. I whimpered and groaned, never knowing where the next naughty touch could be.
CRACK!
Across my areola, circling my nipple.
SMACK!
Running across the tip of my aching futa-dick, smearing precum into the spongy crown.
CRACK!
Caressing up my side to my underarm, leaving me gasping and squirming and whimpering.
SMACK!
The chains creaked over my head while my fingers flexed.
I shuddered and moaned, “I was such a bad futa, Mommy!”
“Yes, you were,” she purred.
CRACK!
Her hand landed on my rump, the stinging pain melting to my cunt. My juices ran down my thighs, tickling me.
A finger ran up my inner thigh, gathering up my sweet pussy juices. I heard sucking.
SMACK!
I swayed, drunk on this moment. My shoulders ached, but I didn’t beg to be freed. I liked being trapped and played with.
This was exciting.
Exhilarating.
CRACK!
“Mmm, you were such a bad futa-daughter last night,” Mom purred. “Weren’t you?”
“I was!” I moaned. “I fucked you so hard, Mom! I pounded you. Ooh, your pussy felt amazing around my dick!”
SMACK!
I gasped and thrust forward and… My dick nudged against someone’s flesh. Leather creaked before me. Chains rattled that weren’t my manacles. A hand grabbed my cock. I shuddered as I was pressed forward. I brushed silky pubic hair and then a pussy was sliding over my shaft.
Someone was on the sex swing. I groaned at the feel of a hot cunt engulfing my girl-dick to the hilt. My ass burned at that wonderful feeling. It was incredible. I bottomed out in the hot cunt, the ticklish pubic hair brushed my labia again, teasing me. Then, as the swing swayed, the pussy slid an inch or two up my cock before sliding back down.
It was heaven. I groaned and shuddered. I stood there as the sex swing’s chains creaked. The pussy slid up and down my cock again. It was an amazing experience. Tight and juicy. This amazing twat that squeezed around my cock.
Was it my mother’s incestuous pussy or Lizzie’s barely legal cunt?
“Who is it?” I moaned.
“Guess,” Lizzie said, sounding like she was right in front of me.
“Oh, yes, who is on your cock,” Mom said, her voice sounding like it came from the same place and…
One of them was pushing the swing, working that juicy pussy up and down my cock. My fingers clenched. My pussy drank in the heat as I had to concentrate. My ass burned from their spankings, my dick throbbing in that glorious pussy.
I struggled to think, to focus on whose pussy this was. It was tight and juicy around my big futa-dick. It felt incredible. Silky thighs rubbed against my hips as the sex swing creaked. It was so hot feeling her cunt sliding up my cock and then back down it, that ticklish bush rubbing against my pussy and…
Bush…?
“Mom!” I groaned in delight. That wonderful heat surged down my cock. “That’s you, Mom.”
My mother let out a throaty laugh. “It is. It’s the pubic hair, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned as her arms went around my head.
She kissed me. That incestuous thrill shot through me as our tongues dueled. I kissed her with hunger. My hips thrust forward. The swing shifted, sliding her pussy up my cock an inch and back down before I pulled back.
Our breasts pressed together, her nipples hard on mine. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful pussy working up and down my cock. I was back in the pussy that birthed me. The incestuous bliss flowed through me from my juicy cunt.
The swing moved and shifted as I fucked her. It was incredible. She didn’t stay still as I plowed into her. It was so unlike fucking a woman either standing up or lying down. The way she moved, her pussy sliding around my cock, was incredible, moving with a strange rhythm.
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