The morning sun gently roused Martha awake. Her entire body still tingled with a dull ache, but it was totally worth it. Last night, she'd had the most incredible sex ever.
After several minutes she was able to will herself to sit up in bed, allowing the covers to fall away from her large breasts. Her long blonde hair was understandably tousled; it had been pulled, shaken and waved in in so many glorious ways last night. She got out of bed, standing up to stretch her joints, her 12 inch penis jutting proud and stiff from her crotch.
The 40 year old futanari had accomplished something that she'd never imagined: having sex with another futanari. Through her doctor, she'd met Laurel Hardt, a vivacious lawyer who was 9 years her junior. They'd spent the 4th of July together yesterday, which had ended with an amazing one night stand that had only ended when neither of them was able to stand.
Martha looked around the bedroom for her clothes. Aside from a few wrinkles, her shirt and dress were fine, but her underwear was stiff from dried semen. She made the tough choice to go commando, tucking the crusty undergarment in her purse. She felt awkward, having to do the morning-after walk of shame out of someone else's house. The house belonged to a woman that she'd only been dating for less than a month.
After exiting the bedroom, Martha was greeted with the smell of cooking eggs. Her stomach responded to the pleasing aroma with a pang of longing. After traipsing through the upscale house, she found her lover in the kitchen, stirring a large skillet filled with scrambled eggs and shredded American cheese.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Laurel said, looking over at Martha with that smile that made her body tingle. She looked so appetizing, wearing naught but a sky blue T-shirt, and white panties. She was facing away from Martha, showing off her beautiful legs and shapely backside, but as soon as she turned to face her, Martha was able to see Laurel's semi-hard cock bulging within the confines of her panties.
"Morning," Martha replied. "Those eggs smell great."
"Take a seat. I bet you're starving, I know I am."
A few minutes later, the two of them were enjoying their eggs with some strips of bacon and glasses of orange juice. Both of them devoured their meals, trying to recover the strength that they had expended hours ago. All the while, they chatted excitedly about last night's fun.
"Last night was...wow," Martha said.
"I know! You were amazing last night."
"It all...seemed like a dream. It's like you were having sex with my entire body, my mind, my..."
"Everything," Laurel finished. "Martha, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Was I your first?"
Martha looked at Laurel in confusion. "I lost my virginity when I was 18. Why? Did I seem so..."
"No, no," Laurel laughed. "I'm sorry. I meant, was last night your first time having sex with another futanari."
"Oh, well...yes." Martha said, blushing. "Oh, god, Laurel. I haven't been satisfied like that in a long time."
"Really? When's the last time you got some?"
Martha fidgeted in her seat as the face her daughter's boyfriend appeared in her mind's eye. Martha shrugged and decided to spend the next 15 minutes telling Laurel the truth. Laurel sat riveted, hearing about Martha impregnating a woman in college, raising their daughter, Katie, whom she impregnated in turn at age 18. Lastly, she disclosed engaging in a sexual relationship with both Katie and her boyfriend Adam. At the very end, Martha looked at Laurel nervously, who sat in her chair with a stunned look on her face.
"Wow...just...wow."
"Well, that's my story."
"So, when do I get to meet them?"
"How about next Saturday?" Martha offered.
Laurel happily agreed, and it seemed like the entire week flew by to the end. That day, Martha had spent hours in the kitchen preparing a pot roast, garlic mashed potatoes, green beans, and an angel food cake for dessert. She was wearing a pretty, violet sleeveless shirt dress that terminated right above her knees. Adam, who was wearing a nice polo shirt and slacks for the occasion, was tasked by Martha to set the table. Katie, her gorgeous blonde daughter was resting on the couch, as she was over 6 months pregnant and couldn't do too much.
It was a few minutes after 6 pm when the doorbell rang. Adam and Katie fought to suppress their amused smiles as Martha giddily pranced towards the front door. The door opened to reveal the lovely Laurel, who was wearing a lovely pink blouse, khaki cargo pants, and Crocs. The ladies giggled as they greeted each other with kisses and hugs.
"So glad you could make it," Martha said. "This is my daughter, Katie."
Katie got up from her seat and gave her mother's girlfriend a hug. Laurel affectionately rubbed the young woman's baby bump, which Katie didn't mind in the slightest. A few minutes later, Adam walked into the living room.
"The table's all set, everyone," he announced.
"Adam!" Martha exclaimed. "Come over here! This is Laurel!"
"Hi, there. It's nice to meet you."
Laurel's smile faltered a bit as Adam stood in front of her and held out his hand. Martha found it a bit concerning that Laurel was looking at Adam as if he were some kind of leper. She gave a sideways glance to Katie, who had noticed it as well.
"Let's all sit down and eat," Martha said quickly in order to dispel the awkward silence.
Everyone filed into the dining room and sat down. After saying grace, they all passed around the food and began to eat. Martha watched as Laurel exchanged questions and answers with the two young people sitting at the table. More and more, she began to realize that Laurel was in some kind of discomfort. She wondered if maybe Laurel had forgotten to take her medication.
Since she, like Martha, was a futanari, she had to take special blue pills that helped to suppress her extremely high sex drive. Martha personally took care to make sure she never missed her daily dosage; otherwise, she'd be a walking pile of lust. After they'd all finished their cake, they played a few board games and card games, which seemed to lighten up the mood.
"Oh, you know what? I need to show Laurel the nursery for just a quick second," Martha announced. "You kids sit tight, we'll be right back."
Laurel didn't voice any protest when Martha pulled her to her feet and up the stairs. She was gently led into a bedroom, which was filled with piles of packaged diapers, an empty crib, and a gliding chair. Martha gently closed the door once the two of them were inside.
"Is everything okay? You seem kind of off tonight."
"Yeah, it's nothing," Laurel signed as she fidgeted with her hands in her pockets.
