Cassie's Pov:
My mom, Kendra, often walked around the house without a top on, letting her massive tits flow freely. It grossed me out. I was her daughter, not some random guy she brought home on a Friday night (not that she brought home guys). She shouldn't be showing her own daughter her boobs.
Most people think us futas are sex-crazed fiends, willing to fuck even our own mothers and daughters but that isn't the case. Well, at least, the incest part isn't. Yea, we definitely had pretty wild sex drives and it resulted in me having to masturbate multiple times a day. I was far too embarrassed about my extra appendage to try finding a girlfriend or something.
My mom, for her part, seemed pretty content living alone. My father had left once he realized that I also had gotten Mom's dick genes. For some reason it was okay for her to have one but not for me.
I mean, I bet she masturbated in her room a lot but the lack of pussy didn't seem to be driving her crazy. Oh yea, my mom had told me she was a lesbian after Dad left. She only married him because she felt that she needed to suppress her urges but, once he left, she became open about her desire to be a carpet muncher.
She and I didn't need to work after the divorce settlement. Like, ever. We were crazy rich because Dad had been crazy rich. So we lived in a nice two story house with two bedrooms, a basement, and a big fenced backyard.
To tell you a little bit about myself, I'm eighteen right now. I have decently sized tits for my age, being around a C-cup but they were totally dwarfed by Mom's massive DDD-cup boobs. Guys tended to tell me my ass was sexy, also being on the larger side but maybe that was just because my stomach was so skinny, it accentuated my ass. I was also pretty kinky. Specifically, I was a bit of bondage freak. My mom had often found me in very precarious situations, tied up in a variety of ways. She often scolded me, saying it was dangerous to practice bondage alone but, eventually it became a bit of a joke. Hell, she even told me my ties were garbage.
The day everything started, though, was a pretty normal day.
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I had just woken up, my blonde hair a total mess. I did my best to straighten it out in the bathroom before clambering down the stairs to fix myself some breakfast. I'll be the first to admit that I'm quite cranky in the mornings, quick to anger but never upset my mom. She was too chill to really get mad even when I was pretty mean to her. In another life, she might have been a California surfer dude.
I entered the kitchen only to find that my mom was, once again, naked from the waist up. Not that down below was much better since it was a skimpy thong that really made her ass clear and present to any unfortunate daughter that had to look at it.
"Mom, gross. Put some clothes on, you slut."
She was at the stove, cooking up some eggs or something. She turned and looked at me with a smile. "Why? I gotta let the girls get some air. Anyway, bras make your boobs sag. How do you think I've kept mine so perky?"
Ok, one more thing I'll admit was that she was a total MILF. Her tits really did defy gravity and her cute button nose, long wavy black hair, and fat ass really did make for the complete package. She had a little bit more weight on her belly but, honestly, it only made her look sexy. I'm not talking like a beer belly or anything, just a few extra pounds that made her seem real thick, as the boys would say. Oh, and how could I forget her massive schlong that had pushed part of the thong aside to stick straight out. She was currently at half mast, but when she really got going, I knew she could hit like twelve or even thirteen inches.
My own was a paltry nine at full mast.
"I can see everything, Mom. At least put a shirt on and something to cover that dick of yours."
"Aww, don't be like that," she said, laughing. "You know how I hate clothes."
"Yeah, I do but I would like you to at least respect my boundaries."
"Boundaries, schmoundaries." She waved her hand like it was no big deal and continued cooking her eggs, dick tapping the oven glass as she worked.
I took a seat at the table, starting to get angered by her. "I'm your daughter. Boundaries matter. I don't want to see your tits every time I walk into a room."
"Boy, you're an awfully big complainer today," she said without looking up from the stove.
"I am not!"
"Woah, and we got a temper too."
"We have a temper because we are upset by our mom's blatant disrespect!"
She turned around at that. "Alright, I'll tell you what, little miss disrespect. Let's make a bet. If I lose, then I'll start wearing clothes around the house. If I win, then you'll have to do as I say and you can't make a single complaint about my big tits."
I eyed her cautiously. This was honestly the closest I had ever gotten her to wearing a shirt. Normally she just teased me until I stormed off. But this... This meant I had a chance to make some changes around here.
"What's the bet?" I retorted.
"Well, since you like bondage so much, why don't we play a series of tie up games. If you escape, you get one point. If you can't escape, then you get nothing. Best of three, whoever has the most points at the end is the winners." She had her hands on her hips, looking like she was seriously ready to challenge me of all people. I had been tying myself up since the sixth grade. No way in hell she stood a chance.
"Deal," I said instantly.
"Shake on it."
We shook on it.
"Alright, eat up, we've got a whole day of ties awaiting and you're gonna need all the strength you can get."
"Pfft, you're gonna get smoked, old lady."
"Dang, thirty nine is old? Well you got another thing coming then." She set us up some plates, put some eggs and toast on both and we ate in silence. I was already planning what sorts of ties I would do on her, how I would get her to cave. Through all my years of experience, I knew plenty of nasty ones that would really present a challenge.
We finished up pretty quickly and I took the plates away.
"Go get your ropes."
I nodded and ran upstairs, pulling out my chest of bondage gear. I figured I would bring it all down since I had collected quite a few things over the years.
I descended down the stairs again, this time lumbering around awkwardly with a big chest. I set it down on the living room floor, right in front of my mom who was flicking through her phone on the couch, waiting.
"There you go," I said.
"Man, when did you get this much stuff?"
"You paid for all of it so I'm surprised you haven't been keeping track."
