But it was good that she was a nerd. Porn I loved her so much. The one that had exploded onto the world when she became a futa nearly nineteen years ago. In every state”
“Do you think Mom has any idea?” Bethany asked. My heavy breathing pressed my nipples against the silk fabric, adding another bit of tingling delight to flow through me. She doesn’t have a cherry. I was just my futa-mom’s speech writer. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. I clutched her, my fingers digging into her flexing rump. “Ooh, yes, you like that, don’t you, you little futa-slut!” moaned my mother from the other room. We lost our virginities at the same time! Besides a hooker. I know you love futas!”
The mystery woman nibbled on my labia.
