Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation 13: Futa’s Wicked Mommy Plan

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Thirteen: Futa’s Wicked Mommy Plan

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

I ripped my cock out of Mrs. Spencer’s pussy, anger boiling through me. I felt so hurt. Betrayed. Sky was lying to me. I didn’t know why that was shocking. She had been lying to me since Sunday while I had believed that she had changed. That things were different now.

That we were finally close. Bonding. That she could trust me.

“What’s wrong?” gasped Mrs. Spencer, her big breasts heaving, her nipples beading with milk.

“My daughter snuck over here in the middle of the night and fucked you!” I hissed.

“Well, I thought you knew.” Mrs. Spencer furrowed her brow. “Madeline, why do you think I was showing off to you. I figured you must be like Sky, and then your cock grew and I was so ready to be fucked again by a futa. Mmm, is she going to sneak over again?”

“She’s ruined you,” I groaned.

“Ruined?” Mrs. Spencer laughed. “Why, because I cheated on my husband. I mean… I thought Greg was a skilled lover, but… Oh, Sky and you are both amazing. We have hours before he gets back. Want to get your daughter over here? I don’t mind sharing you. Mmm, I know it’s wicked, but—”

“I can’t hear this,” I said, struggling to think. Sky was over at the Matthews. I spun around and grabbed my sweatpants. My phone was…

Back in the house.

I thrust my legs into them, my boobs heaving. I couldn’t let Sky enjoy our reverend’s wife. That would ruin church. Mrs. Matthews couldn’t succumb to this. I was supposed to stop Sky. That was why Grace gave me this cock.

To tame my futa-daughter.

Instead, she’s the one corrupting you, Grace whispered. Why did Mrs. Reyes walk in on you today?

I froze at that thought, my sweatpants halfway up my legs. Grace was right. That wasn’t Mrs. Reyes’s classroom. It was no one’s classroom. That’s why I had chosen it for the lunch-time romp with my daughter. A safe place where she could deflower Aoi.

Sky had gotten me thinking of MILFs. Of giving them pleasure. She wanted me to accept her desire to fuck married MILFs. That was her scheme. Her whole ploy of making me “seduce” a woman eager to be fucked was just the first step.v

I pulled on my t-shirt.

“You really don’t have to go,” Mrs. Spencer said. “I could use another round.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I have to go punish my daughter.”

“For giving me such pleasure?” She asked.

“For lying to me! For tricking me! Manipulating me!” She went over early. She must have already fucked Mrs. Matthews. It was Monday. The reverend was leading a men’s bible study. There would have been nothing to stop Sky from her seduction.

It was what she wanted. The MILF that would be the most satisfying for her to corrupt. And look at me, just lost to the pleasures of my cock. Consumed by it as much as Sky. I was just like my daughter only I had kept my inner-slut chained for all these years.

I had to re-chain her. This had to stop.

I marched out the door and strode across the yard. In moments, I was across the quiet street and bursting into my own house where I was confronted with a naked Aoi and Natasha cuddling on the couch both flushed and delicious looking.

“Oh, hey,” Aoi said. “We’re starved. When’s dinner, Mrs. Marlow?”

“Order a pizza,” I growled. “I have to go. Sorry. Sky is being naughty.”

“No!” Natasha gasped. Sky’s best friend stood up. “What do you need from me?”

I glanced at her in shock. Did she want to help me against her friend? No, no, I made her into my sex slave, of course. I had won her affection. I bit my lip. Could I use Natasha for this? I stared at her.

Was Natasha pretending to be my slut all part of Sky’s plan?

“It was neat with Mrs. Reyes,” I said. “I’m glad Sky arranged it.”

Natasha blinked in shock. “She did? What?”

“Oh, you don’t have to pretend that you didn’t know,” I told her, putting on a fake smile. “I know all about it.”

“I really didn’t know.” Natalie furrowed her brow. “She didn’t mention having the hots for Mrs. Reyes at…” She trailed off. “Well, I thought she was checking out Mrs. Reyes when we got to school, but she said it was Aoi. That was where I got the idea that she would be a great virgin to deflower.”

So I could trust Natalie. There was no reason the girl would not be part of Sky’s scheme unless Sky didn’t trust her.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m afraid Sky’s been fucking MILFs behind our backs.”

Natalie’s gasped. “But you told her not to. She said she was being a good girl. Like me.”

It’s that futa-demon, Grace said. We have to figure out how to do something about her.

Okay. What?

I’ve been thinking about that… I was hoping to just neutralize her. Get Sky obsessed with virgins. Spice hates virgins. She likes married women. Not cute, young things… like me.

The pain in Grace’s voice made me blink. Do you love her?

What? N-no. Of course not! I’m her jailer. I don’t love her. That’s foolish. She gave a nervous laugh. She was just never happy with me. I mean… I have such small breasts…

Small breasts are wonderful, I told her. But we need a plan. I have to find out if she has slept with Mrs. Matthews. Maybe we’re not too late.

We are, Grace whispered. She left an hour ago. She had all the time in the world to corrupt her.

And she’s out with Georgia right now. Probably trying to corrupt her into doing something naughty.

Probably. Grace hesitated. I think we need to do something bold, but you’re going to have to be strong. Fight against temptation.

I can be strong, I thought with complete confidence.

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Sky Marlow

I had to corrupt Georgia into doing something naughty.

We were at the movies. There was a romantic comedy out I wanted to see. Georgia was excited, too. I looked around at the people here. Who would be perfect to corrupt Georgia with? I had to get her on the MILF idea. That would be best.

Just loving a sexy, older woman with me. Then when I brought her home, Mommy dearest would be randy and aching for more of my girl-dick. I bet I could convince her to go down on Georgia. That would be hot.

Just some delicious MILF on daughter action. It would be so hot.

“Mmm, I hope the theater’s not full,” I said as we moved up. “The movie’s been out a few weeks and it’s Monday.”

“You’re not?” Georgia whispered. “I mean…”

I winked at her and then my gaze fell on her.

I shuddered at the sight of the MILF two people in line before us. She had blonde hair, but it came from a bottle. I could see the brown roots. She was checking her phone and shaking her head, looking annoyed about something. In a nice pair of jeans and a crop top, she looked like she was out on a casual date. A wedding ring gleamed.

Movie night with hubby?

And where was he? I shuddered as we moved closer to the kiosk. My ears pricked up as she ordered a ticket to our movie. My heart beat faster and faster. My hips wiggled in my skirt, my clit wanting to burst into a mighty futa-cock. Just a big and throbbing shaft that would feel so wonderful in her mouth.

We moved up. The guy before us ordered for the new superhero movie. I saw it last week with Natalie. We blew the guys who took us during the boring parts of the movie and they finished up just in time for the things to heat up for the finale.

I wanted to get a blowjob this time.

“Hey, two for A Morning Proposal,” I said brightly, pulling out my phone and thrusting it out with a bar code of a reward card.

He scanned it. “Okay. It’ll be starting in fifteen minutes in auditorium 13.” He pointed to a hallway. “Just keep going that way.”

“Cool!”

I watched the MILF go to the concession stands, so I took Georgia there. I watched that MILF’s bubbly butt the entire time before us. I just wanted to pinch it. To slap it. To ride her ass so hard right here for everyone to watch.

She turned around and gave us a polite smile that fell away.

“Seeing the movie alone?” I asked her.

“I am now,” she muttered. “My husband had to work late. Last minute.”

“Poor thing,” Georgia said. “I’m sure he’s bummed, too.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s weaseled out of seeing this movie three times now. Well, I’m not missing it.”

“A Morning Proposal?” I asked.

“I guess it’s obvious which movie a guy would want to skip out on.” She shook her head. “But he’ll drag me to see the next Spider Whatsit they make or Iron Dork or whatever he’s called.”

“Iron Man,” said Georgia who squirmed. A fan of superhero films? How interesting.

“Well, we’re seeing A Morning Proposal, too,” I said. “We’ll keep you company.”

“Of course,” Georgia said.

She was just the perfect girl for this. The married woman smiled. “Thanks.”

“I’m Sky, and this is my date, Georgia.”

Georgia blushed. “Hi.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” she said. “Maybe if I had gone gay, I wouldn’t have been stood up by my husband.” Then she blushed. “I’m sorry for making it sound like a choice or something.”

“It’s pure magnetism, right?” I asked Georgia. “You just see it and you want it.”

“Yeah,” she said, quivering, her eyes dreamy.

“Well, I’m Felicia,” she said.

“But you’re married,” I gasped. “My mom raised me to address people with respect. It’s Mrs…”

“Uh, Simmons,” she said. “Don’t get called that much, though.”

“Well, Mrs. Simmons, let’s get our popcorn and drinks and hit the theater.”

“Sure,” Mrs. Simmons said.

Mmm, my dick was throbbing as she was so nice to buy us snacks. Then we headed to the theater. It was at the far end of the place.