Futa-Daughter's MILF Rebellion
Sky Marlow
I stood frozen at the sight of Natalie. Water spilled down my bestest friend's big tits. More gleamed on her wrist and ran down the outside of the glass she held. She had almost run into me at the base of the stairs. Her question hung in the air.
"What are you doing?"
she'd asked.
Going to fuck that MILF across the street,
I thought. But it was really Spice, the futa-demon who'd given me my girl-dick. I was better at recognizing her voice now. She stood out from my own thoughts even though she sounded like my voice.
"Just... uh..." My thoughts were scattered. Natalie was my confidant. The girl that I had done so many kinky things to and with. We had gone to parties, swapped guys and girls, licked cum out of each other's pussies, fucked with toys. We had gone wild together.
And I was afraid to tell her that I was going to sneak into the Spencers' house across the street and seduce Mrs. Spencer. I wanted to get my first MILF. But my mother couldn't find out and Natalie was no longer just my bestest friend.
She was my futa-mother's good, little slut.
Mom had tamed and dominated Natalie. And Mom didn't want me to go after older women, especially married ones. Oh, no, Mom wanted me all to herself. And to facilitate that, she had seduced the reverend's daughter, a virgin girl named Georgia. It had been a hot idea. A way to keep me from seducing Georgia's mother, the reverend's wife. It had worked, but now I had my chance to be naughty again.
And ran smack into Natalie.
"Uh, Sky?" Natalie asked, shifting her glass to her left hand so she could shake the water from the right. "You okay?"
"Just needed to get some water," I said, smiling at her, my heart racing a mile a minute. It felt so strange not being able to trust my best friend. "Like yours."
"Oh, right," Natalie said. Then she yawned. "Wild day. Mmm, your mother is insatiable. I woke up to her pumping away at my cunt. Look." She glanced down at her thighs, and I noticed the cum running out of her shaved pussy, jizz gleaming on her clit piercing. "God, she's hot, though. MILFs are the best. Especially with futa-cocks."
"Yeah," I groaned, wanting to try a MILF. My mom was my mom. She wasn't a real MILF to me. Don't get me wrong, I loved fucking her. Watching her go from an uptight woman obsessed with church to a whore engineering kinky sex for me to enjoy was awesome.
But I had gained this futa-cock to fuck MILFs, not just my mom and some girls my age.
That's right,
Spice said in my own voice.
I gave you that cock to fuck hotties like Mrs. Spencer and Mrs. Matthews.
That was the reverend's wife. Mrs. Matthews would have been incredible, but my mom was crafty. So I had to be just as sneaky and crafty as Mom.
"Well, I'm just going to get some water than skedaddle back to bed," I lied. I hated it. I shouldn't have secrets from Natalie. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't trust her. Mom had definitely sunk her meddling claws into my friend.
"Right." Natalie yawned. "Night."
I nodded. I would be tired at school tomorrow, but I didn't care. I had to get me some MILF pussy. I headed to the kitchen, pretending to get that water. I listened to Natalie heading up the stairs. They creaked as she rose up them then she padded down the hall to my mother's bedroom. The door opened and then closed.
I headed for the front door, my naked body quivering. My blonde hair flowed behind me and my little titties jiggled. I had gone out the front door of a house (not my house because old Mom would never have let my friends and I get so naughty at a slumber party) naked playing Truth or Dare. But this was different.
I slipped on some sandals and then opened the front door. The night air was cool on my naked skin. I shivered as I stepped off the porch. Our cul-de-sac was so quiet at midnight. There was a lone street lamp two houses up and a few of the homes had porch lights, but other than that, it was so dark.
Dark and mysterious.
I slipped off the porch, sandals whisking, and moved down the path. I felt so self-conscious like there was some sort of pervert in the bushes watching me. I bit my lip and hurried down the path to the driveway. I slipped past my car--yeah, my mom got me a car when I got my driver's licenses a few months back--and reached the curb. I looked around, naked and vulnerable.
I didn't see anyone.
I crossed the street at a fast pace. Last time I had tried this, my mom had definitely stopped me. She had gained her futa-cock and lured me back.
Meddlesome angel,
I thought. Or maybe that was Spice's thought. It was hard to say. I both loved that Mom had a clit-dick and hated it.
She made it harder for me to have my fun.
I reached the Spencers' house and headed up the flagstone path that crossed their front yard. I reached their porch and the front door. I took in a deep breath. I still didn't know how I was seducing Mrs. Spencer while Mr. Spencer was in the house.
I grabbed the front door and turned the knob.
Locked.
"Fuck."
I tried it again just to be sure. It didn't budge. My hopes were already getting dashed. Why would the front door be open? I shook my head in annoyance. I stepped back and looked around. They had a back door and a side door. I had been in the house a few times, they were our neighbors. I looked around, feeling like a thief.
What if someone called 911 on me? I was naked. Could I pretend I was sleepwalking? This suddenly felt like it was a bad idea.
But it'll be so hot if you succeed,
Spice taunted.
My pussy clenched. My clit wanted to turn into a full futa-dick. My plan would be hot if it worked.
I jumped off the porch, leaping over the azaleas planted around it, and raced down the side of the house to the gate. I opened it and headed into the backyard. There was a new sandbox that had been put in. They just had their first kid, so I guess that made sense. Getting ready for the little snot-nose brat to have something to do.
I jumped onto the back patio, a slab of cement, and tripped over the foot of a chair. I cursed, my toe throbbing. I reached the door. Through the sliding glass, I could see that the house was dark but that the TV in the living room was on.
That made me pause. Mr. Spencer was awake?
I swallowed. Had he fallen asleep watching TV?
My hand shaking, I grabbed the handle of the sliding glass door and pulled. It slid open. I let out a soft groan as it whisked on its track, sounding too loud. But I didn't hear anyone coming. After slipping off my sandals on the back porch, I slipped inside the warmer house and closed it slowly behind me. My heart pounded a mile a minute. I could hear an infomercial playing.