Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Five: Futa’s Naughty Meeting

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

“Let me drive you to college, Jenny,” my mom said to me the next morning.

I swallowed, my heart clenching. Fear rushed through me. Did Mom figure out that my little sister hadn’t been just sleeping in my bed, but that we were naked in the middle of having sex? Mom had come home late the night before, called into her work by her slave-driving boss on a Sunday. At the time, I had woken up and started fucking Allie from behind with my futa-dick.

Just as we were coming, Mom had checked in on us. It was so hard not to scream while my girl-cock was spurting cum into my little sister’s twat. The room smelled of hot pussy. I was terrified Mom would realize what we were doing.

She hadn’t at the time, but what if she realized it later.

“Um, sure,” I said, icy pumping through my veins. The half-hard erection my new futa-dick had dwindled in my panties. “Just me.”

“Just you,” she said. Mom didn’t normally drive any of us to our college. Now that Allie was eighteen, she started her first year attending Parkland College. We normally took the city bus.

“Okay,” I said, giving my little sister a look, arching my eyebrow at her.

She shrugged as she ate her sugary cereal full of marshmallow-shaped Lucky Charms that slowly dyed her milk a rainbow hue of colors. I had Raisin Bran before me while the twins were both eating Grape Nuts. I swallowed and stirred my spoon through my breakfast, my appetite vanishing.

I finished eating and cleaned out my bowl, my stomach churning. Mom, wearing a beige trench coat, smiled at me. “Come on, let’s go. Ms. Petrov wants me in early.” My mother swallowed. “She wants to have a private meeting with me.”

Poor Mom. Everything I’d heard about her boss, a tyrant of a Russian woman, made me shiver.

I followed Mom out to the car. Since Dad died, she had to be the breadwinner. She’d gotten a degree in computer technology and now run the servers or something for Ms. Petrov. She had to come in for emergencies like yesterday.

I rubbed my hands, my gray skirt swaying about my thighs. It fell to my skirt. I had a pink blouse on, my round breast swelling it. I climbed into Mom’s car, crossing my legs. She slipped in a moment later, her trench coat opening in the front to show off a rather short, black skirt. I blinked in surprised as it slid down her thighs.

Instead of pantyhose, she was wearing thigh-high stockings connected to a garter belt.

“Um, that’s fancy,” I said.

Mom blushed and shoved her skirt down her thigh. “I might, uh, have a date after work.”

“Oh, good,” I said, my dick twitching. My mom was sexy. I remembered that first masturbatory fantasy I had after my cock grew the day before. I had imagined my mother and Reverend Helen August sucking on my girl-dick. I had cum hard.

Allie had shown me that incest was delicious. I tried not to look at my mother’s stocking-clad thighs, but…

My dick throbbed. Becoming a futanari, one of the few in the world, had changed my sexual orientation in a flash. I thought of girls, girls, and more girls now. I breathed in as I forced myself to look away and…

Mom had perfume on. It must be a hot date. Good for her. Flashes of her wearing only those thigh-high stockings filled my mind, her blonde, curly hair framing her lush and mature face, her large breasts soft and pillowy, perfect for groping. I imagined juices beading on her pubic hair, wet for me.

“Oh, I need my big futa-daughter to fuck—”

“Are you doing okay?” Mom asked, bursting my fantasy.

“What?” I gasped, my cheeks burning. I couldn’t believe I was just thinking that. Right here. My futa-dick was so hard, trapped in my panties. My cock was far bigger than the average guys’, and girls’ panties weren’t cut to handle them. I shifted, trying not to think about anything so my erection would go away.

“You know, with your condition,” she said. “You were pretty upset yesterday, and now…”

“Oh, well, I’ve gotten some perspective,” I said.

“Allie and you seemed close,” Mom added.

My stomach knotted. “Yeah, she’s been surprisingly supportive. We, uh, were talking and fell asleep together, I guess.”

“You two looked so cute together,” Mom said, smiling. “I’m glad you’re getting along. The two of you fighting all the time, well…”

“Yeah, I bet,” relief surging through me. She didn’t know.

“Are you going to be okay at school?”

I nodded. “I think so.” I leaned back in the chair. “Pita came over and she didn’t freak out when I told her.” Pita was one of my closest friends. She, Briana, Wendy, Victoria, and Tina were my clique.

“I’m glad.”

Silence hung over the car for a moment. I didn’t know what else to say. I certainly couldn’t admit to having sex with Pita. My mom was a Christian. Reverend Helen, the same woman I’d fantasized about, always railed about the dangers of homosexuality. How such sexual activities would corrupt the soul and lead to greater sins.

To damnation.

“So, um.” Color spread on Mom’s cheeks, contrasting with her blonde curls. “I understand that being futanari might have, well, shifted your sexuality.”

My cheeks blazed. They must be as bright as my mom’s matching my fiery hair.

“I understand that futanari tend to like girls.” She swallowed. “It’s not really homosexuality. I mean, you have a penis now.”

“Mom,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. In my mind, my imagination purred in Mom’s voice, “You have that big dick. Mommy needs a cock. I haven’t had anyone since—”

“So if you want to be with girls, it’s okay,” Mom continued. “You can date them and stuff. You know, just have restraint. Be, uh, safe.”

“Okay,” I said. I wasn’t safe with Allie. My little sister wanted to be bred by me. It turned her on. She was into incest before we took each other’s virginities the day before.

“So I talked with your dean and explained to Ms. Washington about your condition. She says the college will be discreet. They’ll give you whatever support you need.”

I nodded, squirming. Ahead, the school loomed. I drew in a deep breath. Students who walked to school strolled down the sidewalk while cars streamed into the parking lot. Several city buses dropped off more. Mom turned into the parking lot and headed to the drop-off area before the main building.

“You have a good day at school,” she said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.

The scent of her flowery perfume filled my nose. I noticed her blouse, low-cut. I could see down her cleavage, catching a hint of her a lacy bra. My dick throbbed. My mom was a sexy woman. My pussy clenched.

“It’ll be fine,” she said as she leaned back. “You don’t have anything to be embarrassed. Becoming a futanari isn’t your fault.”

That wasn’t why I was blushing. “I know. I’ll be fine. Love you.”

“Love you. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you, too.”

Her face fell. “I just have to get through work.”

“I just have to get through my classes.”

Mom gave me this supportive, conspiratorial smile like we were in this together. She patted my knee right above the hem of my skirt, her hand soft and warm. My futa-dick throbbed. I was turning into such a horny thing. Her hand stroked up my thigh for a moment before she pulled away.

I climbed out of the car, smoothing my skirt. I winced. I had a bulge.

“Hey, Jenny,” Pita called, waving her hand. My Hispanic friend had a big grin on her face. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a pink, baby doll t-shirt that clung to her small breasts. I remembered what those titties looked like, how big her nipples were. She was with two of our friends, Victoria and Wendy.

“Hey,” Wendy said. “You okay. You left church suddenly.”

That was when my futa-cock had sprouted.

I headed to my friends. Wendy had her blonde hair gathered in a French braid which gave her a regal look and left her smooth forehead bare. She had a heart-shaped face, her chin narrow, and wore a white blouse that didn’t do much to emphasize her breasts. Her skirt fell longer than mine.

“You okay?” Wendy asked.

“Oh, no!” gasped Victoria, staring at me. She was a brunette with plump lips and curly hair. It spilled around her face. She had breasts as big as mine, her stretchy top, a riot of tied-dyed hues, clinging to her round mounds. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t tell them,” Pita said as I reached the trio. Her eyes flicked down to my bulge. She licked her lips. Her curly, brown hair framed her tan face.

“Tell us what?” Victoria asked. She took my hand when I reached her. “Did something happen to you, Jenny?”

Wendy stared at me, her eyes wide. She clutched her hands before her like she was about to pray.

“I, well…” My cheeks burned. My futa-dick twitched. I was still hard from that glimpse down my mother’s blouse and her innocent hand falling on my knee. “You see… I have a condition. It, um, manifested yesterday.”

“What sort of condition?” asked Wendy. “Is it serious?”

“No, it’s…” My ears burned now. I took in a deep breath. I had to tell them. This wouldn’t stay a secret. I had PE later on today. No hiding my cock in a locker room full of girls. “I came down with Futanari Syndrome.”

Wendy blinked.

Victoria’s eyes shot down to my skirt. She gasped, hands clapping over her mouth. “You have a bulge.”

“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning. “It’s, um, quite big. I’m still trying to understand how to deal with it.”

“It’s so rare,” Wendy said. “Are you sure you have it?”

“My clitoris turned into a dick,” I said. “I’m pretty sure.”

“Uh-huh,” Pita said. “I saw it. She’s a futa.”

“Riiiight,” Victoria said, giving Pita a sly look. Then Victoria glanced back at me. “And that’s not a sock stuffed down the front of your panties, Jenny?”

“No,” I said.

“Show us,” Victoria said.

Wendy gasped, her cheeks scarlet.