The World’s First Futa’s Daughters 03 – Futa’s First Taboo Pleasure Chapter 2: Rebecca’s Blindfolded Menage

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Taboo Pleasure

Chapter Two: Rebecca’s Blindfolded Menage

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

October 14th, 2041 – Rebecca Miller

I woke up next to my mother. I shuddered as memories of last night washed through me. I had sex with my mother. With the woman who’d birthed me. My futa-dick twitched at the memories of our illicit night—suckling at her breasts, discovering that she lactated, sliding into her incestuous flesh for the first time—filled my mind.

I fucked my mother hard.

I made love to her.

It was so crazy. As I came more and more awake, I struggled to understand just what had happened. It was so insane. It was my half-sister’s eighteenth birthday yesterday. I was home from college for the weekend to celebrate it. She had three of her friends over—Anya, Ramona, and Lizzie—to have a slumber party. The four eighteen-year-old girls were as rambunctious as you’d expect.

To my surprise, Anya appeared at my door the night before wearing only a pair of panties. The Black girl had looked so sexy. She begged me to take her virginity. I was no stranger to women and girls wanting to have sex with me. I was one of Becky Woodward’s daughters. The world’s first futa had spread her seed far and wide.

The vast majority of women could never have a thrill of sleeping with my hyper-sexual futa-mother, so they enjoyed her futa-daughters as we came of age around America and the rest of the world. And since I was named Rebecca, it was easy for women to pretend I was my futa-mother.

Anya did when I took her virginity. I didn’t mind. I got to enjoy her fresh pussy and break her cherry. It was hot. I left her napping and went to take a shower. To my shock, when I returned my mother had slipped in and licked her pussy clean. It was then that it hit me.

I went to her bedroom and…

“Damn,” I muttered as I came fully awake.

I couldn’t get caught in bed with Mom. Incest was illegal. Brita would definitely freak out if she found me fucking our mother. And what about her friends? What about Anya? I left the Black girl dozing in my bedroom.

“Shit,” I groaned.

“Mmm, not the word I expected to hear,” Mom said, coming awake. She had black hair that spilled around her mature and beautiful face, her large breasts exposed by the sheets. They rose and fell, her dusky nipples hard and beading with milk.

“Sorry,” I said, flushing. I leaned over and kissed her, my short, dark-brown hair swaying past my cheek.

It wasn’t a simple mother/daughter kiss, but full of passion. Last night was amazing. It might have been wrong, but I didn’t care. It was hot. It sent this wild rush through me as our tongues dueled together. My futa-dick throbbed and my pussy clenched.

I wanted to do things, but it was morning. The girls could be lurking around and discover her.

I broke the kiss and panted, “Sorry. I should go.”

Mom nodded her head. “Yeah.” She licked her lips. “Mmm, can’t let Brita find out.”

I shook my head. Mom had married Brita’s father when I was a baby. Vern was a great guy, but he passed on a few years ago. I missed him. And Mom certainly did. I was partly a replacement for him and partly a chance for her to relive her one night with my futa-mother.

I rolled out of the bed and padded to the door. My bath towel still lay on the floor. I snatched it up. The bedroom door was open. I shuddered. Why didn’t we close it all the way? I scooped up my towel and wrapped it around my naked breasts and hard futa-cock. Well, the door wasn’t open much, and the house sounded dead.

Everyone still asleep.

I padded down to my door, my futa-cock throbbing against the terrycloth fabric. It poked out through the flap, thrusting hard and swollen before me. I groaned as I reached my room. The door was open.

Anya was gone.

I swallowed. Did she realize where I went? My stomach tensed into knots as I darted to my dresser. I grabbed a pair of panties, pulling them on. They were cut for futas, able to hold my big dick and still look cute and feminine. These were purple with a pink bow right over my cock. Then I grabbed a tennis skirt and a tank top, not bothering with a bra.

When I slipped out of my room, I heard a noise downstairs. My sister and her friends were up. Swallowing, I padded towards the stairs. I peered down them, listening. The conversation sounded normal. Laughing and joking. It was mixed with the clatter of plates. They were in the kitchen.

“No, no, it’s in that shelf,” Brita said. “Yes! That’s it. Not the dark chocolate ones. The regular ones.”

I frowned as I headed downstairs, my stomach still all knotted. What would I find? Would Brita be mad at me? Would Anya know that I had fucked my mother? Would she have told anyone else if she did?

My cheeks burned.

I found them in the kitchen, my sister directing them to make pancakes, the large bag of mix sitting open, girls darting around to grab items. Brita was slender, with brown hair and matching eyes. She wore a nightie that clung to her slender frame, the thin satin outlining her small breasts. Beside her, Ramona set down a mixing bowl, her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders. She was a short and curvy girl with a button nose.

“I found the griddle!” Lizzie said. She was another petite, eighteen-year-old girl, her short, black hair bobbing about her face as she stood up. She wore a tank top and panties, her thick labia outlined against the thin, red cloth. “Hey, Rebecca.”

“Oh, Rebecca,” Anya gasped, straightening up. If she didn’t have dark-brown skin, I was certain her cheeks would be scarlet. She licked her lips, her weave of black hair spilling down to her shoulders. “Good morning.”

“Someone got lucky last night,” Brita said, giving me a smoky look.

I swallowed. “What?”

“You and Anya.” Brita winked at me. “At she’s not the only one that wants to get to know you better.” She nudged Ramona with her elbow.

I realized the blonde was staring at me, her white tank top molding to her round breasts, her nipple dark shadows through the thin material, both poking rather prominently against the cloth. Pale-blue boy shorts hugged her rump and left her lithe legs exposed to my gaze.

“Oh,” I said, swallowing. “Did you go and talk about us?”

Anya nodded her head. “I guess you were taking another shower or something when I woke up. So I raced down here and woke them up and told them all about it.”

Ramona gave a wicked giggle and favored me with a smoky look.

“Well, why we are making pancakes, why don’t you and Ramona get to know each other a little better?” suggested my sister, an impish grin on her face.

I blinked at that.

“Oh, yes, you definitely need to, Ramona,” my mother said, walking in dressed in her housecoat, her large breasts jiggling beneath the purple terrycloth. She had a flush to her cheeks. “Having a romp with a futa at your age is a treat. I know I enjoyed it.”

Her eyes met mine, twinkling. I flushed.

“Sure,” Ramona said. She sauntered to me. “What do you say? You’re hard. I’m sexy.”

“She’s a romantic one,” said Lizzie to Anya.

“I know. I offered my virginity and acted all cute and innocent,” Anya whispered back.

“Don’t care,” Ramona said. The short girl stood before me, her face level with my breasts. “Mmm, what do you say?”

“Just run along upstairs, Ramona,” my mother said, hooking my arm. “I want a quick word with my daughter, then I’ll send her up to love you.”

This was so surreal. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt off-balanced as my mother led me from the kitchen. Last night, I had made love to her. Our incestuous passion was the best sex of my life. I craved to nurse from her tit right here.

“There’s a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs in my left nightstand drawer,” she purred. “Why don’t you spice things up with Ramona?”

I was shocked by my mother’s suggestion. Before I knew it, she was pushing me along, my tennis skirt swaying, my dick throbbing in my panties. I stumbled up the stairs, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My nipples thrust against my tank top.

I passed my open door, Ramona already naked and lying on my bed. She cupped her round breasts and arched an eyebrow. I held out my finger to her. “Just one sec. I need to grab some things to make it… kinky.”

“Ooh, I like it kinky,” Ramona purred.

I shook my head as I headed to my mother’s room. She was eighteen. How much kinky things could she have gotten into?

I found the blindfold, a deep-blue sleeping mask, and the cuffs, lined with pink fur, right where my mother left them. It made me wonder what she and my step-dad got up to before he passed on. I felt suddenly so virginal. I thought I was having wild sex at college, but now it felt so vanilla.

Blindfolds and handcuffs… Damn.

I rushed back to Ramona, my dick throbbing to try them out. I stepped into my bedroom, leaving the door open, and smiled at Ramona, holding the handcuffs dangling off my fingers and the sleeping mask swaying from the other.

“Oh, that is kinky,” the younger girl said, her round, pillowy breasts jiggling as she thrust her arms up to the wooden bars of my headboard, her hands going between the shaped dowels. “Cuff me up and let’s get wild.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe this. Eighteen fricking years old. Here I thought I was a wise, old college student.

I rushed to the bed and leaned over her, my breasts swaying in my tank top. Ramona licked her lips as I slapped the cuffs on her wrist. The house groaned. It was old, settling as the metal ratcheted around her wrist. I squeezed it tight enough.

“Oooh, this is wild,” moaned Ramona. “You are delicious.”

“And you’re just a cute, little thing,” I said, winking at her. “I almost think you three drew straws on the order of who got to fuck me.”

She giggled. “Maybe.”

I shuddered at hearing that. It made me dizzy. I blinked, my heart pounding in my chest. I stared down at her then laughed. I smacked the other cuff on her left wrist, the metal rasping as the teeth clinked past each other.

“Damn, we are going to have a wild time, aren’t we?” I asked, the house groaning again.

She nodded her head.