Free Use Utopy 01

DISCLAIMER: In this story, there will be no references to individuals under the age of 18. Any character described in this story is at least 18 years old.

Before I start with the story I wanted to clarify a couple more things concerning this world:

- Futanaries does not exist.

- Almost all people are pansexual, or at any rate they feel no discomfort interacting with people of the same sex (This is because sex is seen as a greeting-no one would shy away from greeting their friend)

- Fetishes are purely personal tastes, but still everyone is willing to do anything even if it doesn't fit their taste. (Like eating a margherita pizza even if your favorite is the spicy one)

I also wanted to make a proposal for spin-off chapters, set in the same world but in a different time.

I was thinking of adding a tradition called "The Year of the Pig." It is celebrated every 5 years and lasts for a whole year. Throughout the following year, cleaning systems are completely shut down, people stop washing their bodies, and the city becomes completely a garbage dump, but without anyone protesting. This is because The Year of the Pig is seen as a year in which all those fetishes and kinks that in our world we consider "extreme" such as scat, pissing, vomiting and anything else that induces disgust are tried globally. Such practices are also performed during normal years but only during this particular year there is globally.

- Every disease in this world has been eradicated completely, so the practice is safe.

- In any case I will not tell anything that has to do with minors.

- Everyone appreciates this celebrity.

If you should be interested I will do a spin-off set in this year, which I will however mark with disclaimers to prevent sensitive people from being upset.

Comment with anything you want, from advice to criticism. With each chapter I will try to improve so tell me yours. If you have any ideas on how to continue the story don't hesitate to ask, even about this Year of the Pig thing or if you should be interested in seeing a person with a particular look or outfit.

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CHAPTER ONE

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Michael was slowly waking up in his bed, ready for a new day. He usually slept with his sister and parents, but that night everyone was absent. Sara, the night before, had said she was staying with a friend of hers to record masturbation videos. Her father was also out for a hike in a nearby forest, while her mother had left home early in the morning to take a walk and do some shopping.

Michael felt electrified, naked on top of the bed, the perfect temperature enveloping him without even a sheet to cover him. His shaved body moved gracefully as he tried to rise from the bed. As soon as he sat up, he heard the bedroom door open: it was his mother, just back from her walk.

Gloria was a woman in her mid-40s, slim with small but well-defined breasts. She, like Michael, was also completely shaved. She wore a one-piece dress that came down to her feet, with a very high slit that showed off her left leg. The dress, with only one strap, left the right side of her torso uncovered and completely visible, showing off one of her breasts. Gloria did not seem to mind at all. On her feet, she wore flat, corded sandals that went up to her calf, adding a touch of practicality to the ensemble. She also wore brown nail polish on her hands and feet, along with a lipstick of the same color, which made her look even more glamorous.

"Good morning, honey," said Gloria, sensually approaching her son.

"Hi Mom, you look hot today," Michael replied, making no attempt whatsoever to cover his own naked body and morning erection.

Gloria approached her son, leaning forward, ready to make her move. The two launched into a passionate kiss, mixing their saliva and tasting each other's tongues. Andrew's hands rested boldly on his mother's buttocks as she stretched herself over him in a passionate gesture.

The two made out passionately for several minutes as Michael's penis grew harder and harder. At one point, Gloria leaned in even more, placing her bare breasts on her son's face. Michael responded without hesitation, beginning to suck it greedily like a child. Their intense, complicit gazes danced into each other's, as Gloria stroked Michael's penis with gusto with her glazed hands. The silence was broken when Gloria uttered the sentence Michael had been waiting for:

"Honey, will you help me take off the sandals?"

Michael without hesitation got down on his knees in front of his mother Gloria, who meanwhile sat on the bed, looking at him with a smile that revealed excitement. Michael untied his sandals in slow, studied movements, looking at his mother's feet with passion.

Gloria's feet were perfect, manicured and callus-free, despite the fact that she often walked barefoot in the streets. Michael stroked his mother's toes passionately, rubbing them on his face and kissing them greedily.

"My little fetishist," Gloria said playfully as she rubbed a foot on her son's penis.

Michael could not hold back any longer, stood up and with a decisive gesture grabbed his mother's feet, beginning a passionate, wet footjob. She smiled, complicit and sensual, as one of her bare breasts was exposed by her incomplete dress and her legs were opening, revealing the absence of underwear. Michael continued to passionately fuck his mother's feet until he reached orgasm, spreading his hot cum all over her legs. She, over the moon, squirmed with gusto, licking her own feet to clean them of her son's cum.

After cleaning her legs, Gloria went to her son's penis and cleaned it with her mouth, licking the tip until all traces of residual semen were removed.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower now."

"All right honey!" With a radiant smile, Gloria walked out of the room, walking barefoot, ready to begin a new day of wonder. Michael followed her and then left the house, heading for the shower in the garden.

Michael felt the cool breeze caress his naked body as he walked carelessly through the garden. Arriving at the shower, he had no clothes to remove, so he went directly under the hot water, feeling the pleasure of the water gliding over his bare skin. First, with a decisive gesture, he put permanent shampoo on his long brown hair, which would leave it clean and soft for at least a week. Just as he was soaping his body, in the most awkward positions possible, his aunt Carla and cousin Claire arrived.

Auntie was completely nude, decorated with a very strong red lipstick and a protruding mole above her red lips, and her blond hair was ruffled irresistibly. Carla wore bright red nail polish on her fingernails and toenails, greeting her nephew without any covering. Her pronounced breasts wobbled as she walked barefoot on the stones of the garden, and her vagina, provided with a thick, dark bush that was visible from a distance, added a touch of sensuality to her allure.

Claire was smaller than Michael, with small breasts and a petite height that made her even more innocent and seemingly demure. She wore a light blue dress with thin straps and a skirt that reached her mid-thigh, proudly displaying her femininity. Her bare feet and her right ankle, adorned with a thin bracelet, completed the image of innocent natural beauty. Her body was completely free of make-up or hair, leaving her glowing skin visible. Her long blond hair and blue eyes harmonized perfectly with her pale skin.

The two girls greeted Michael enthusiastically, his aunt came up to him to kiss him on the mouth, and Michael, with a warm and passionate gesture, grabbed her hips and joined in a passionate kiss with Carla. She got wet with water from the shower, but did not care. After about thirty seconds, the two stopped entwining their tongues, and Michael turned to his cousin.

"How are you, Claire? You look gorgeous in that dress!"

Said Michael to his cousin, who smiled shyly without responding. He, with palpable energy, approached her and gave her a slow, sweet, passionate kiss on the lips, while with his hands he boldly explored what was under her skirt.

"Am I mistaken or are you not wearing underwear?" Michael asked in a playful tone. Claire smiled, stepped away from her cousin and, in a slow, sensual gesture, lifted her skirt, revealing her perfectly shaved vagina. Michael smiled instinctively, rubbing his right hand over his own penis. It was not unusual to wear a skirt without underwear, but Michael always appreciated the game of see-through, don't-see. Especially when hiding a vagina as cute and sweet as his cousin's.

"Now let's go say goodbye to your mother, see you later honey!" Said Carla to take her leave with her daughter as Michael said goodbye to her, announcing, however, that he would soon be going out with a friend of hers. Before leaving, her aunt lifted Michael's penis slightly with her hands, inserting her thumb into the skin of the uncircumcised foreskin. Michael stared at the spectacle before his eyes, with his aunt and cousin slowly walking away in what few clothes they were wearing.

Having finished his shower, Michael lay in the sun to dry off, determined not to cover himself with towels and enjoy the heat. To pass the time, he decided to take a look at his Instagram feed to see what was going on with his group of acquaintances again.

The first photos were almost all the same: scantily clad friends of Michael's kissing their respective fathers passionately. At one point, his gaze landed on a photo of Julia, his best friend. She was a reserved girl, not in terms of sex but social media. She really rarely posted pictures of herself because she did not appreciate using her phone too much.

The photo showed Julia in a bathtub with her father, both completely naked and covered in foam. The two were exchanging passionate kisses and cuddling gently, in a depiction of complicity and intimacy. The description read:

"Happy birthday daddy #father's day #incestingappassionate #daddy's trophy"

Michael had forgotten about Father's Day, but he did not lose heart and hurried to write to his father to wish him well. Attached was a photo of his erect penis to let him know how much he loved him. Afterwards, he continued scrolling Instagram with enthusiasm. One photo showed a party Michael had been to last week, although no one had bothered to tag him.

The photo depicted the sex pool, an empty pool completely filled with naked bodies piled on top of each other having sex in a giant orgy. Michael counted at least 3 layers of people, remembering that he too had to be somewhere in that picture.

The next photo showed his sister wearing a full-length, black, tight-fitting latex dress. The only visible body parts were her head, hands and feet, which were strictly decorated with sky-blue nail polish or lipstick. She was posing for the photo, looking directly at the camera as she lay spread-legged, her expression revealing undeniable sensuality.

Another photo depicted the neighboring family in a love triangle. The father was wearing only a blue shirt, the mother an apron and nothing else, and the daughter a shirt like her father's, covering her up to mid-thigh. The two girls were giving a blowjob to the father, who meanwhile was looking at the camera laughing.

Michal decided to masturbate to all the photos he saw in the feed, then continued to touch his penis for ten minutes until his cousin saw him through the window of the house and decided to join him.

"Ehy" Said Michael, still excited about the photos.

"Do you want a hand?" Claire answered, approaching her cousin with a radiant smile.

"Sure!"

Claire lay on top of her cousin, lifting her skirt and guiding Michael's penis between her legs in a firm, sensual motion. Neither of them felt the need to hide or wear a condom. Having sex in the middle of the garden, streets, squares, or any public place was the most natural thing in the world, and no one felt the need to restrain themselves from screaming. Claire's low voice turned into a series of repeated screams as Michael pushed his penis into her vagina, without stopping. The two continued to moan publicly, united in pure, overwhelming ecstasy. It was then that Claire felt a warm, satisfying liquid in her vagina, prompting her to greedily kiss her cousin in her mouth.

Their lips sucked each other passionately as their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. Claire changed position to fulfill one of her most intense desires, crawling forward and placing her cum-filled vagina on her cousin's mouth. Michael was not squeamish, so he immediately began sucking his own cum from his cousin's vagina. The taste was sweet and the texture creamy, and Michael greedily cleaned every nook and cranny, but without swallowing. Once he finished cleaning, he stood up, slowly dripping the cum from his mouth into Claire's, who with a happy smile swallowed it all. After this moment of pure pleasure, Michael headed back to his room, ready to get ready for that evening's outing.