A Parent's Nightmare
The following story has scenes of Futanari on male, submissive male/Dominant Futa, partial sissification, incest, anal, vaginal, non-consent, slavery, and oral sex. A few scenes of water sports and scat as well. If this does not strike your fancy please move on.
This story is also a bit of a slower burning story than many that I write on this site. Also a bit more romantic than I am used to writing.
As always, thank you to the staff, and editors of Literotica.
CHAPTER ONE
The crush
"So Paul, should I kiss your ass, or will me saying that you trounced me, good enough?" Damien asked as they were cleaning out their lockers for the last time.
"Thou shalt get on thy knees and kiss by bubble-rific posterior!" I stated jokingly in my best English accent. "No seriously don't sweat it, it was two tenths of a grade point. But hey, we are fourth and fifth in a class of 1500. That counts man!"
"Would have first and second if they hadn't allowed those freaks in our school!" Damien whisper-shouted.
"Damien don't be sexist. I know you aren't racist, what's the big difference?" I looked at his medium brown complexion. He'd been pals with me since second grade. Our families were always together. My eldest sister married his middle sister.
"They are enhanced!" He flatly stated.
"They are evolved, that's all. You got an A in science, all four years. Dammit Damien!" I was getting frustrated.
"So you don't think they have an unfair advantage over genetic males and females?" He asked, as I put my stuffed backpack on and closed my locker.
"In the Olympics sure, that's why they have their own category now. Those babies just started showing up right before we were born!" I reasoned. "Some were most likely hidden before that. Weird how only 10% so far are Caucasian...." I trailed off. "Besides, just because they are tall and black does not make them Futa!"
I pushed open the doors of the school and screamed "FREEDOM!!!" Some girls waiting for their bus looked at me like I was insane. I flipped them off.
Damien shook his head.
"Only a nerd like you." He commented.
"Hey!" I stopped to face him. "I may be a short guy with mild muscle definition, and a big round butt for a white dude. I may like science fiction, and own a sizable amount of Dungeons and Dragons guides. However, how does that make me a nerd?" I held a serious face as best as I could.
"Mild muscle definition? Dude you are a stick! The only way I can see you is if you turn sideways. Then I can see that butt of yours!" He laughed. "If I were as gay as our sisters, I'd have dated you to get into that! Oh and Paul....You aren't a nerd, you are THE nerd." He laughed as we walked towards our shared street.
I feigned being pained at first then tried to kiss him.
"What the fuck?" He reeled away from me.
"You said you'd date me, I wanted a kiss!" Then I laughed at his confusion and mild revulsion. "Payback is a bitch!" I kept laughing.
I stopped walking when I saw her. Her family had just moved in on our street a week prior and as soon as I saw her the first time, I was smitten. I grabbed Damien's arm and stopped him. She got out of her car and walked across our street to her house.
"That's the girl I was telling you about." I said, my eyes lock on her sexy body and gliding stride.
"You never told me she was black, and huge!" Damien was staring as hard as I was. "She is hot as molten rock though, you were right about that!!" She glanced over at us, and I couldn't move. My eyes met hers. Damien, acted as if he dropped something on the sidewalk. She smiled and then entered her house.
"She smiled at me."
"Grow up! What are you 13?" Damien scolded as we began to walk again. I couldn't help but look at her door as we walked past her house and onto my porch. "You know she is probably one of those freaks." He muttered.
"Dude, we've been friends a long time. But seriously, quit with this. Did you know that 70 years ago our sisters wouldn't have been allowed to marry? And not because they are lesbians, but because they are different races! 30 years ago they legalized same sex marriage. Stop with this shit, or you can spend your summer alone!" I was finally pissed at him. "Just go home. I can't talk to you anymore." I went into my house.
"What was all that yelling Paul?" My mother met me in the living room and helped me with my overstuffed backpack.
"Damien is sexist against futanari." I stated plainly.
"Well Paul, your father and I are not keen on them either. They have an advantage over Homo Sapiens." She began to clean the trash from my pack.
"You are fine with my sister being married to his sister, but you have issues with futa too?" I was loosing this argument everywhere. Even if the girl across the street was futa, she was still beautiful.
"Would you want to date a futa?" My mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me with a serious look.
"Why would it matter?"
"Are you gay?" She asked point blank.
"No. I like women."
"Futa aren't women. They have huge penises, large testicles, and a vagina, but they prefer to use their penises. They prefer smaller men, NOT women, MEN! So if you date one you should like to have a penis inside of you!" Now she was scolding me. "Their large breasts work, but only if they let themselves get pregnant. IF that happens the chance of them giving birth to another futa is over 50%!!!" She was almost heaving now.
"Mom, you know the male sperm decides the gender." I looked at her like she was stupid.
"Not if the egg is a futa egg!"
"I'm going to research this right now. And ma? I never thought you to be a sexist, dad maybe. But not you." I sighed and went upstairs to boot my computer.
I was studying article after article. I was disappointed that my mother had been right. I heard my father come home but didn't want to fight with him too. I stayed where I was and read.
"The species Homo-futanari, although a recent genetic mutation has shown tendencies in it's limited time on earth. The species is very feminine looking yet of much larger proportions and has about 70% more strength than a modern male athlete. They are known to have a massive sex drive, with a very large phallus, and can reproduce 25 times more efficiently than a male. This is due to the fact that the futanari ejaculate is hundreds of times more fluid and sperm in volume, than a male.
(Male ejaculate is about one quarter of an ounce. Futanari ejaculate is about 6-8 ounces, and in some cases almost as much as 12 ounces.)
Breeding of futanari has been limited as most prefer the company of smaller men. Only 125 futas have given birth since 2045. 71 of the offspring were born futanari.
Studies suggest that Homo-Futanari are also more dominant than males. Some studies conducted said that the ejaculate of the futa releases dopamine and serotonin into the blood stream once that semen has been absorbed into a males body. This may or may not cause addiction to sex with their futa mate. The studies thus far are not conclusive..."
"PAUL! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Dad's voice. I knew I was in for more sexism, but at least I knew the truth. Well, as much as the professors at UCLA knew. "WE HAVE VISITORS!" He finished. Okay. Not what I expected.
I walked down the stairs seeing the family that had moved in sitting on our couch. A man in his late 40's, a taller woman in her early 40's and a rather large woman in between them, she looked a little older than me. It was her!
"Hi I'm Paul." I stated meekly. My eyes went to her and she shyly waved at me with just her fingers.
"Paul, this is Mr and Missus Robbins, and their daughter Alisha." I shook each of the parents hands and then slowly shook Alisha's. She smelled amazing.
"They are the family that moved in across the street, a house down, next to the Larson's." My mother explained.
"I'm aware, I noticed the moving truck on the way to and from school." I said. Trying hard not to stare at Alisha. She was more beautiful up close. I was getting light headed.
"Well as I promised, we're happy to have you over for dinner. Paul place settings for 7 please." My mother asked. I shook my head in a micro movement to get the fog cleared. "No problem ma." I said as I walked past her in her lounger. She grabbed my wrist stopping me. Then whispered:
"Get Andrea off of her console and tell her to get her ass downstairs. She didn't hear dad calling obviously cause she has the VR set running again!" I nodded.
"Sorry our youngest daughter spends more time in virtual space than in reality." My mom smiled as I began to set the dining room table. As soon as I was done I went upstairs and licked my sisters right cheek.
"What the fuck?" She pulled off her helmet. "Dammit Paul I was having oral sex with Johann Bieber!" She whined.
"One, you are too young to have sex with the son of a washed up star. Two I have twice the cock he does at least according to the sex tape his dad shot of him. Three, dad called you down to dinner, we have company. The family that moved in across the street. Get ready for dinner and come down." I smirked.
"One, I'm 18 and can have sex with whomever I please, including you. Two, I know Johann has a two inch penis, it's cute, which means you are sporting a whole four inches, gross. And three you have drool running from the corner of your mouth and I hope it is cause of me." She looked concerned.
"I do not!" I wiped the sleeve of my shirt on my face. It came back dry.
"I know you have a crush on Alisha. You left your door open while you gawked at them moving in. You are too easy Paul. Sorry about your penis. Sure that will be a deal-breaker for any woman you might ever date. I know plenty of guys that have a crush on that ass of yours!" She teased.
"Ha Ha! I'm average." I stated.
"Noooo 6 inches is average, well till the futa...now it's closer to eight! We both know you have a nice five. And I'll meet you in my room tonight" She giggled as she went down the stairs. "Sorry I'm late I was watching Johann's last concert on VR. Such a good singer!" I heard her say from the living room.
I counted to ten. I didn't want to strangle my little sister. Not in front of Alisha. I was only 17 hours older than her but she acted a couple years my junior most days.
"Meat's coming off the grill! Martha help me I need a platter!" I heard my dad from the open windows on the second floor. I raced down the stairs, and told my mom that I would help him. I needed space from Andrea. She smiled at me sweetly as I passed her headed to the kitchen to get a large platter.
"Where is your mom?" He asked as he placed the barbecue soaked pork ribs, chicken, and dry rubbed steaks on the platter with a meat fork.
"Entertaining." I said simply hold the platter still as I could.
"Fine. Hey Paul, do you think their daughter is one of those freaks?" He asked quietly. I instantly forgot Andrea. I was now going to have it out with my dad while we had the privacy of the yard.
"Don't care if she is or isn't, they are called Futanari, and I think she is beautiful." I said with a smile.
