My Futa Mistress

NOTE: This story takes place a year after "My Futa Wife". For full details as to how the world became this way please read "My Futa Girlfriend" and "My Futa Wife", in that order.

This story, when finished, will complete the trilogy.

WARNING: The following contains, violence, Futa on male, mind control, slavery, anal and oral sex, water sports, hints to scat, Submissive male/Fem-Dom Futanari, Non Consent, and as always in my stories....Incest!

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MY FUTA MISTRESS PT 1

Men's and women's rights have been removed. The Nation is ruled over by oppressive Futa. Futa cum has the power to slowly lobotomize men and women, if absorbed into the blood stream via anal sex. The procedure is known as "Blissing", as the new mindless slave seeks only more cum to keep it high on the massive serotonin flood that fills the brain of the cum recipient.

PROFESSOR RONALD CHILDS

"Goddess Damn it!" I was so disappointed in the utter lack of effort put in by my new freshman student. The paper was clearly plagiarized. I'd have to give Holly an 'F', and that might lead to retribution. Holly was smitten with me, and had no qualms about telling me I'd make a fine cum slave to her superior cock.

Regardless, my "father" had my back. My sperm donor was a Futa like Holly. My mother, was a completely blissed, cum addicted, breeding sow. Right now she was heavily pregnant with a new brother, sister, or futa sister. It would be her 16th child. Most likely her last, as she was 50.

Most of my siblings were futa. They had wide hips, massive tits, curvy bodies, and a cock that was as long as my forearm, and just as wide.

I tried to focus on grading papers, but my thoughts seemed to rage about the one student I had given a recommendation for: Holly Pulaski.

(Fuck it, I need a beer and I'm going home. I'll grade the rest at home.) I thought.

I packed the rest of the essays I had yet not graded into my briefcase and left my office.

On the way home I thought about how a 19 year old freckle covered ginger had hit on me constantly. She was repulsive. Not because of her pale skin, not because she was futa, because she was an massively overweight, lazy, entitled brat. I had never seen an overweight futa until she graced my lectures. Alas, her futa parent most likely doted on her. Letting her eat whatever junk she chose.

She knew I was not yet owned or married. That fueled her advances. I had complained three times to my boss about this student. I got a shrug in return.

The university let me keep my job, and freedom, as I was a one of very few that knew my specialty left, with his mind intact. There used to be close to 15,000 climate experts. Now it was down to 30. My roommate from college, Peter Wright, had gone missing just a year ago.

I arrived at my sparse apartment in the free male section of town. Triple locking my door and grabbing a beer from the fridge. I called my mom with a dick, worried about backlash. This essay would get her kicked out of Blitzen University.

"Hey mom." I began. My futa mom could read my tone instantly.

"What happened Ron?"

"That girl I got recommended into Blitzen? She's handed me an essay that Peter wrote 10 years ago. Her parents are boosters. I'm a bit scared." I admitted.

"Baby boy, relax. I know her parents. I was the one that suggested her remember?" My mother with a cock soothed me with her soft voice.

"I hate that nickname mom. I'm 32 years old!" I was near whining.

"Ronny, you are 5-7, weigh what, 100 pounds? I can pick you up with one arm and cradle you. Plus you are the first male to come from Gerry. You'll always be my baby boy!" Mom had to remind me.

My futa mom was 7 foot 1", and could lift the front end of a pickup truck while I changed the tire. Somehow, I got all of my birth mother's genes, and none of my futa's.

"So you'll help me?" I asked.

"Call it taken care of baby boy. You need to visit this weekend, your other mother misses you!"

"Mom, she doesn't even know who I am! Why did you do that to her? You loved her!" This old argument has yet to be resolved. So what she said next shocked the shit out of me.

"She cheated on me for two years and I caught her OKAY!!! Kelly and Nadia are your HALF-Futa sisters! As soon as I caught her fucking my sister, I blissed her alright?" My big mom took a breath. Calmed down, and finally stated.

"I never wanted you to know, as I know how close you are to them." She could be so hard and then so soft. Her softness was back.

"I miss you okay? I love you! You are the most successful of all my boys and girls. I'm proud of you! Come have Sunday dinner!" She pleaded, sounding wounded. It hurt my heart.

"I'll leave early Sunday morning. I'll be there by noon. It's got to be an early dinner I have class on Monday." I said softly.

"We'll serve at three, that way you can be back home by 8pm. That sound okay son?" Her voice was now pure honey.

"Sounds perfect mom."

"Love you baby boy!"

"Love you too Mother!"

At least the Holly thing was dealt with. I opened a bottle of beer at the kitchen table and finished grading papers.

I posted the scores on the class website, watched some male on female porn, jerked off and went to bed.

I hadn't even taken my coat off in my office when there was a knock at the door. (Dammit, let me have one coffee before they start begging me!) I complained inside my mind.

"Enter!"

I sat at my desk as the door opened. I was expecting a student. This was clearly a Futa parent.

(It just got worse.)

The bright red hair told me who's parent it most likely was. Something my big Mother should have fixed last night.

"Mr. Childs. Am I to understand that my daughter is cheating?" The six foot eight inch futa leaned on my desk.

"Mrs? Ms?" I played like I didn't know who she was.

"Pulaski, Holly's mom."

I would not be scared, I would not back down. If Holly wanted to be a meteorologist she had to take my class this year, and the next seven years. But plagiarism is an major offense.

"Mrs Pulaski, please have a seat. Can I get you anything?" I asked in my most courteous voice.

"No I just want to see the proof." She leaned back into the chair. I flipped on the screen facing her chair so she could see what I was doing on my computer.

"My roommate, Peter Wright, or Peter Logan when he was on TV the second time wrote this paper 10 years ago. The bar code on the edge of the paper tells us when it was made, by whom, and what time. Your daughters paper, cut and pasted her bar code onto his paper. I will pull them up side by side. She didn't even change any of the words."

"I'm reading that." Her shoulders slumped. "My wife and slave hubby are going to be so pissed."

"I'm quite disappointed as well. I recommended her for advanced climate science." I pointed out.

"Yeah your ma was a real peach to tell you about her. I had such high hopes." She looked down at the flooring. "She spends all of her time eating and fucking our slaves, I don't even know how she graduated high school. I'm overseas all the time, so her other mother raised her and my other 4 futa, and 2 girls. I suppose all futa can't hold great jobs."

She looked back up at me.

"Does she have to be expelled? I throw a lot of money at this place!" She looked deeply worried.

"Ma'am, that isn't up to me. It's up to the board. You, yourself know Blitzen University has strict rules. You know this, you are a booster. You voted on all the policies Mrs. Pulaski." I said with an even and easy tone. I wasn't looking to get punched or worse by an angry futa a foot over my height and 4 times my weight.

"Mr. Childs. I hope this experience doesn't stain the Pulaski name to you. I have several other children that may end up in one of your classes." She stood up and put her hand out.

I shook her hand.

"I hope Holly can stay and finish what she started. Her science tests were off the chart when she graduated. Yet. Again, that isn't up to me." I let go of her massive hand.

"I have a feeling those tests weren't done by her after seeing what you showed me." She admitted painfully. "Thanks for your time." I nodded as she left. Sighing deeply, I called the administrators office.

"Mrs. Pulaski is most likely on her way." I told the secretary.

"Thanks, I'll let her know." The male voice said back.

A brunette futa girl burst into my office.

"A C minus??? Do you know what my futa mother will do to me? I have to ace this class Mister Childs!!!"

No really, I do love being a professor. Just because my roomie Pete was on TV, and predicted the destruction of New York, that didn't make me any less, did it?

HOME AGAIN

I loved my futa mom. I did. Now that I knew why my female mom had been blissed, I felt bad for my futa. I hated the 4 hour drive.

I hated that three of my futa sisters still had no man in their life, and would CONSTANTLY try to get in my mouth or ass, any time we had a family gathering.

I hated that my big mom would try to hook me up with her friends, or their futa daughters. She knew full well, that if I hit it off with one of them, I'd probably be enslaved, if not blissed. The nation needed me. Futa governors called ME! Little old me, when they didn't like what my colleagues told them about a hurricane or a tornado.

Mostly I hated that 14 years ago my birth mom was blissed. She just did as she was told. Anything for a load of sweet futa cum. Now I knew why. Yet I still missed her sweet voice.

I pulled up in front of the house I grew up in. The driveway was full. All of my siblings were here. My nieces and nephews were playing soccer in the street.

"Hi Uncle Ron!" A few waved at me as I got out of the car. That sound was enough to alert my big mom in the house.

She ran out to me before I even got around my car. She hugged me tight pushing my face between her sweet smelling bosom. I could feel her massive prick swelling. Pushing into my gut, her tennis sized balls below that.

"Oh baby boy!" She pulled me into a long kiss. I swapped spit with her for a few seconds then pushed her off.

"Ma, can we get in house before you molest me?"

"That's no way to talk to me! I never molested you!"

"Kinda wish ya did some days." I joked as we walked into the house.

"A motherly kiss is not molestation!" She was hung up on this as my siblings all ran at me for hugs and kisses.

"Motherly kiss" She called it. It was a family tradition to swap spit with anyone, no matter the sex. French kissing was the norm, as was a bit of groping. I worked my way through my adult siblings. My birth mother was on her knees, naked, other than her collar, in the dining room. Her hair had grayed so much since I saw her last. (Two years?)

"Master Ronald!" She smiled up at me.

"Just Ronny mom." I knelt and kissed her cheek. Then I kissed her hand.

"Would you like me to suck you off?" My mom offered.

The tears and anger hit me like a tsunami. I knew her sin. I knew she most likely deserved it. But I couldn't stop myself. I felt big mom's hand on my shoulder as I stood. I spun around and smacked my futa mom as hard as I could.

I reached back to do it again but this time she caught my wrist.

"I deserved the first one baby boy. But that is the last time you lay a hand on me." She said through clenched teeth. I used the self defense classes that all of us had to take, to spin my wrist and pull out of her incredible grasp.

"Ronny why?" My female sister Gretchen held my futa mom.

I simply pointed to our mother. Naked on the floor offering oral sex or a beer to anyone she saw.

"This is why I don't come home mom. That! THAT is the reason!" I barked at my futa mom. "You could at least put clothes on her! The kids are outside! Have you no decorum? No fucking shame?"

"Yo little bro! Calm yourself!" My eldest futa sister wrapped her giant arms around me from behind. "Have a beer, relax. Game is starting soon!" She spun me and kissed me. It soothed me, I was calm. Jennifer always had that effect on me. There was no secret I once had a crush on her. The whole fucking family knew it. No one cared. Incest was about as normal as oral sex.

Yet I couldn't. Not when I was old enough to understand that my eldest sister, would be the one on top.

"Apologize to mom, I'll grab you a couple beers. Packers kick off is in like 3 minutes." My sister ordered.

"I'm sorry Mother." I opened my arms. She pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deeply.

"My baby boy!"

Jennifer, Kelly, Nadia, Jacob and I all were focused on the game. The rest of my siblings seemed to just want to get drunk.

The game sucked. The refs were on Detroit's payroll. But as the game ended dinner was served.

My siblings and I all told embarrassing stories about each other, and then as a family we teamed up to tell Mother how we all got away with so much shit by working together. It was a great dinner.

Mom had clothes on and seemed to like being around us. Even if her cum brained mind couldn't say as much. I took the time to kiss her cheek anytime she brought me a new beer.

Then I saw her.

Perky A cups breasts with bright red hair, full ass, and hips JUST big enough to push out a baby. My sister Jennifer's collar was on her neck. She wasn't blissed. Her bright blue eyes were shining as she waited for her Mistress to give her an order. I could not help but stare at her.

"Ronny do you remember that? Ron? Ronny!" Kelly's voice, I spun to face her. But the whole family followed my eyes to Jenn's slave.

"Baby boy, I have never seen you smitten before." My mother said from a place deep underwater. I looked back at the girl just making sure she wasn't in my imagination.

"Big brother FINALLY has a crush!" One of my sisters said.

"Too bad Jenn owns her!" My only brother said.

The voices seemed louder now, as I went back to my plate. Everyone was looking at me.

"Jennifer, I think your brother would like to buy your slave." I heard Mother say.

"Cut it out all of you! I find her very pretty and perfect is all, and as you all know I make a male wage. I cannot afford slaves." I said as I went back to my ham steak.

"She's going to be a breeder for me, but I haven't gotten my cock wet in her yet." Jennifer clarified.

"Don't tease your little brother." Mother sighed. "I want more male and female grandchildren. Give him your breeder slut Jennifer."

"Mom if you knew how much she cost, you'd not say that." Jennifer warned.

"Can we please stop?" I asked.

"Don't you think your brother deserves love and romance? A family of his own?" My Mother was getting wound up.

My sister stood up throwing her napkin on her plate.

"Mom, how many fucking times did I ask...no BEG you! How many times? I'm married to a fucking semi retarded gym nut, with the smallest penis on the Goddess damned planet. Because you refused to let me have what I deserve. I'm the fucking eldest! Damn you!" Jennifer left out the front door and I heard her car peel out of the driveway.

"This. This is why I don't come home." I tossed my napkin on my plate and started for the front door.

"She forgot her slaves. She'll be back." I heard Greta say.

My mother stopped me before I could leave.

"You will get arrested if you drive now. How many beers have you had?" She asked.

"Eight, nine? Why does that matter? I'm protected. You made sure of that. I'm one of the last free males on the planet." I looked up at her. "What the hell was that from Jenn? She's got an amazing looking slave. I like her. Why all the pushing the slave on me and then her freaking out?" I asked.

"Lets go outside, and have a smoke." I nodded in agreement.

We sat in the deck chairs next to the pool.

"You know how you had a crush on Jennifer when you hit puberty?" She asked.

"Unfortunately, everyone knows that tidbit." I said opening another beer. "I'm a fan of butts. Like her redhead. Not much on her chest but a great ass. Jennifer filled out in the chest area. Kinda killed it for me." I explained now feeling a bit tipsy. (Finally).

"Then dear mother you explained that she had a cock, and fucked little men like me. So that flame I held for her was doused by a heavy rogue wave." I said.

"What she was yelling about is she wanted me to nix your freedom, and marry you to her." My mom sipped her own beer staring into my eyes.

"Jennifer wanted me? But she was so pushy trying to get me to hook up with girls! She was my wing-man, (burp), wing-futa...Okay I am too drunk to drive." I admitted.

"She wanted you to find a woman you loved. So that you could have a good triad marriage. She doesn't bliss her slaves. Not even her worthless husband. All of her kids will most likely be futa because that piece of shit can't get it up." She looked at the deck.

"Why'd she marry him and whatever woman.." I lit another cigarette.

"He had his own money. Wasn't a gold digger." Mom said.

"Gold digger? I live in a three room apartment. You, no. Momma, is the third richest person in the county. If I can't get money, how the fuck would he?"

"You know my terms Ronald. You get married, you get your share. You have to start a family first. We need futa births!" Mother scolded.

"My sisters own slaves, have small mansions. I eat ramen noodles, and mac and cheese from a box." I slurred.

I was admiring the burning paper of my cigarette, when I heard my mother get up, and someone else sat down. I knew who it was even in my drunken state.

"You forgot your slaves big Sis." I giggled and looked up at Jennifer.

"Did she tell you?" My sister was stern looking.

"I love you Jenn, but I'm never giving up teaching. I have freedom. I want a wife. I don't want a triad. And because the government needs (burp) me. Unlike most men. I can still have that. Poor Pete, thought he was safe. Then his new wife made him into a toilet and buried him alive." I took a drag.

"Holy GODDESS!!" My sister yelled. As if she hadn't heard the story before. Surely she had to. He was on my social media. The announcement of his marriage to that woman was plain as day. And after she was arrested it made it to the news.

"Stop acting like you don't know this happens to males all of the time!" I felt a flash of sobriety. I stood over her as she sat.

"Jennifer I do love you. But I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart, I hate what your sex does to people. Good, Goddess worshiping people are just fucking toys and slaves to you, and Mother, and Kelly, and Greta!

I will never be a slave!

I'm FUCKING IMPORTANT!!

So know this Jenn. Your dick and my ass will nary meet. I once had a crush on you. I thought you were the most perfect woman in the world. I might have even had sex with you, let you fuck me.

Till Mother blissed Momma.

Now I hate all of the futa sex. She killed our fucking mother's mind Jennifer!" I was finished.

I sat down and waited for her to punch me. I sipped my beer and picked up my half burned cigarette.

"I'm guilty. I flooded his passage with cum for 5 days, then locked a plug in his ass. I hated him so much. He was strong enough to abuse me. And he did. You know why I didn't come home for over a year Ronny? Because I had bruises on my face and tits! Because he scarred my soul and made me feel submissive. Futa are never submissive Ron!" Her tears were cascading down her cheeks. I kept my resolve. I savored the tobacco.

"Neither am I." I said as she sobbed and put the cigarette out. I got up and began to walk to the patio doors. I'd be safe sleeping with Mother in her bed. My old room would be populated with my nephews all playing on my old gaming systems.

"Wait stop!" My sister said over her tears. I turned around. No emotion in my heart.