Mother Daughter Futanari Incest

So, I have gotten a number of requests and complaints about Futanari Family series. Some of you don’t think the series has enough sex. More of you would like to explore the family dynamic of the story – namely the stuff that Amazon and the rest don’t want people to publish, the incest between Casey, Linda, and Stephanie. And others just want me to continue the series.

So, you know what they say. Give ’em what they want.

[Here’s the beginning. Catch the rest on my Patreon – where I get all kinds of crazy.]

The package was marked Linda Thiel. A yellow envelope, 9 x 12 and lined with bubble wrap. When I tore it open, I found two white bottles. I shook each one. They didn’t sound full, maybe half full. I turned them over to read the label. One had my mother’s name, Linda. The other had mine, Casey.

was just the label with our names. The rest of the bottle was blank.

I remembered the doctor that had actually signed the final paperwork and assigned us to this test. It had been after the third medical screening and examination. I was lying on an examination table, my legs spread, I had just finished masturbating and the doctor was examining my vulva and clit with gloved hands. “You do understand what the drug will do?” She had asked, picking up a long swab and inserting it into my vagina. “The side effects are still being determined,” she had said. “We can’t tell you what the drug will do to you.”

Mom almost hadn’t signed. Examinations done, we had sat in front of a lawyer with a briefcase full of paperwork for almost an hour. There were more waivers than there were warnings. The pill could kill us and they wouldn’t be liable.

We had talked about it for days. The idea of working for a pharmaceutical company was one thing, but genetic modification? The idea had stopped both us in our tracks. I had been the first one to call the idea crazy. But we had needed the money more.

When mom had read that part of the experiment was to determine the side effects themselves, she almost walked away. “You mean to tell me, this is going to transform our bodies, but you don’t know what else it’s going to do?” She had asked. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Simply,” the lawyer had looked over the top of his glasses, “it means you can’t fucking sue us.”

The meeting had ended with two checks, one to each of us, for two thousand dollars. The downpayment on the rental of our bodies for science.

Now the pills were here.

I took them inside and texted mom. They’re here.

The response came back quick.

Send Steph to Addison’s house for the night.

Walking up the stairs, I got a message from Kate. Whatcha doing tonight?

Plans with mom. I texted back.

When I got to Steph’s door, I considered knocking but then decided not to. Big sister’s prerogative, right? I walked right in.

Steph was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in a little sundress. She had her head phone’s on and was staring down at her phone. Her bare feet and painted toes moved back and forth to music I couldn’t hear.

“Hey,” I yelled.

I waved my arms until she looked up

“What?” She pulled one headphone away from her ear.

“Mom said you have to stay at Addison’s tonight.” I said.

It worked just like mom had thought it would. Steph didn’t even ask why. She just hopped off the bed, grabbed a bag, and started stuffing clothes into it.

In half an hour, Addison’s mom had appeared in the driveway to pick Steph up. She ran down the stairs, her flip-flops slapped her heel after every step. “Bye,” she yelled as she ran out the door. And then she was gone for the night.

I went back to the dining room and sat down. My stomach hurt. Stress always makes my stomach hurt. The bottles stared up at me. The white bottles looked so stark, so plain, like they could have come from anywhere, been anything.

I stood up. I couldn’t sit still, I had to move. I had to walk around. I was so anxious. What were we doing? We needed the money, but this was too far, right?

Walking up the stairs and into the bathroom, I closed the door so I could see myself in the long mirror. I looked at myself. Standing there in denim shorts and a little camisole, I wondered what I was going to look like after the drug.

I pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. After a few good scratches where the strap had been, I ran my hands over my breasts. I’m not one of those people that looks in the mirror a lot. I don’t normally think about my body, but things were about to change and I kind of wanted to memorize what I looked like before all this.

I run track and field at school, so I was never gifted with large breasts and lots of curves. I’m more like a tomboy, but I do have B cups, probably the biggest tits on the whole team. But I am talk and dad used to say I needed to eat more or I was going to be gangly.

I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. Turning my hip, I looked at my shape. The green fabric of my lace underpants laid smooth against my tummy. I could see the shape of my pussy, the gentle curve, and split of the mound above my diamond.

My fingers pulled them down and I stood naked in front of the mirror. I pulled my brown hair up and into a ponytail. I was so thin and tall. I was like a marionette doll without strings.

And now all of that was going to change. At least for a little while.

I thought of the two bottles on the table downstairs. We had to do it. The pile of mail on the kitchen counter affirmed that – late bills and bank notices. Mom wasn’t going to be able to keep up once I quit the gas station and went to college. We needed the money.

When dad died, there just wasn’t enough for me to get to college and leave mom without my income. I mean, it wasn’t much, but the gas station money helped with groceries.

The doctors had talked about the hormones involved in the drug test. I turned in the mirror and wondered what all would change. Would my breasts disappear altogether or would they grow larger?

I spread my legs and tried to imagine not having a vagina. Then I tried to imagine what having a penis would be like. Then, like I had a hundred times over the last couple of weeks, I shook my head and almost laughed.

This was insanity, right? Genetic mutation? What if I mutated into something weird like a fish girl or a monkey girl? Then what?

What if the drug didn’t do what they said at all? We had so many pieces of paper, we had no idea what we were doing. What if this was all some kind of governmental experimentation? There was no way for us to know, really, right? I mean, they were pills, what could go wrong?

But hey, sacrifices have to be made sometimes, right? The only thing that seemed to matter was that the money was going to save us. It was going to send me to college and leave mom with plenty to take care of things here, things for Steph and her.

I took a breath. Besides, I knew all of this. The pills were only supposed to last for twenty-four to forty-eight hours. No big deal. No matter what happened it would wear off. And there was no possibility of animal mutation. The only thing the pills were supposed to do was change our sex.

I spread my pussy lips in front of the mirror and stared at the pink flesh and little hole. “Goodbye, vagina,” I said.

My finger ran across my clit and a little shiver of pleasure ran through me. What would it feel like with a penis? The little nub of flesh under my finger was hard, erect, but it was hard to imagine a full-sized penis in its place.

And then there was always a chance it could be different. I mean, the test was drug that performed targeted genetic mutations. Nothing like it had ever been attempted. They actually said that when we signed up.

What if I didn’t get a penis? What if I got something else? Something even weirder? But that’s what you get when you sign up to be pharmaceutical guinea pigs. You get money and questions without real answers.

Mom and I had talked about it more than once since we had signed on. Neither one of us would have chosen this specific test, I mean there were others –  a blood clotting medicine, a makeup that lasted until you took it off, and drug that helped with muscle spasms, but they paid a fraction of what this one did. And we needed it.

We had done the math and it turned out if we stayed with the entire program, we would make about a two thousand a week. Of course that meant we were also going to have very different lives during the test.

I sat down and peed. Probably the last time I would do that for a while. I looked down as urine ran into the bowl. I was so smooth and hairless, a perfect peach. What was it going to look like down there with a penis?

I slipped on a robe and walked back downstairs. No point in getting dressed, mom and I were going to take the first dose as soon as she got home. I sat down at the table again and opened my bottle. I pulled the little cotton ball out of the opening and looked down at the pills. They were nothing exciting. Just little pills that looked like every other little pill. I closed the lid and sat back in the chair.

Mom and I made a plan for when the pills arrived. As you know, first was sending my sister to spend the night at her best friends house. The next part was after dinner when mom and I were going to sit in the living room and take the pills together.

I hated that any of this was necessary. It made me so angry that not only did I have to resort to something like this just to pay for college, but that my mom had to too. I wanted to blame my father, but he would have chosen to be here if it had been his choice. I couldn’t blame him for that. He had done his best.

But now we were here with a pile of bills on the counter and no other plan. Mom already worked two jobs to keep the three of us fed and clothed and as soon as I was old enough to work, I had gotten a job at a fast food place a couple of miles from home, then the gas station cause they paid a little more. It wasn’t glamorous, but it had to be done.

I crossed my legs and wondered what it would feel like to do it with a cock between my legs. I wondered what the changes would be like. I pulled out my phone and just did a search for woman with penis. The images were interesting to say the least. Lots of futanari and photoshopped women with giant cocks. The idea seemed so foreign.

Not that I hadn’t thought of it before. You know, like what it would be like to have a penis instead of a vagina. It looked easier for sure. The bathroom lines were always shorter. Guys could pee anywhere if they had to versus trying to squat and not get yourself wet and having to show the whole world everything you’ve got.

There was a lot to be excited about. I mean, how many people got the chance to try something else? And I had always wondered what a penis felt like, you know like when it gets excited and when you are peeing.

Mom got home about an hour after Steph left. She sat her purse on the counter and found me in the dining room sitting in front of the bottles. “That’s them, huh?”

I turned around in my chair and looked at her. “The day has finally arrived,” I did my best to smile but I was actually scared. Faced with the reality, I wasn’t so sure this was a good idea.

Mom put her hands on my shoulders. She must have seen the look in my eyes. “We can still say no.”

“No,” I said, “we can do this. Think of the money.” I handed her the pill bottle and stood up. “Come on, we’re about to find out what it’s like to have a cock.” I smiled.

“Oh my god, is it bad that I am kind of excited?” Mom asked.

My mom, Linda, was in 38, she had me when she was 22. She was still really pretty, prettier than most mom’s I saw at school. And there were more than a few divorced dads that had tried to date her.

She wasn’t as tall as me, probably five foot five. She had long brown hair like me though. Working two jobs kept her fit and lean, but unlike me, she actually had a set of tits. I guess having two daughters will do that to you.

We walked into the kitchen and mom grabbed a bottle of wine. Then she turned to me. “You get to drink tonight, what do you want?”

My mouth fell open. “I get to drink?” She wasn’t serious.

She sighed and set the bottle down. “You are 16, about to graduate high school like two years early and you are willing to sell your body to a pharmaceutical company to get there.” She wrapped me a in a hug. “Yeah, sweetie, you get to drink tonight.”

I didn’t know what to say. As mom held me close and rubbed my back, I did my best to brace myself for what was about to happen.

We sat down on the couch with our glasses of wine and our little, white bottles. We opened them up and held them in our hands. Mom looked at me. “You ready?”

I nodded.

And then we popped them into our mouths and drank some wine.

It was funny. After we took the pills, we just sort of sat there for a minute like we were expecting the pills to kick in any second.

“Did they say how long it was going to take?” Mom looked at me a little embarrassed.

I thought about it. We had asked so many questions. I mean, did we ask how long it would take to start?

I took another long sip of wine. It was so sweet and at the end just a little tangy. It tasted like it smelled, kind of flowery and grapey. I loved how thick it was, the way it stuck to your tongue long after you swallowed.

“Casey, seriously, thank you for doing this.” Mom looked down at her empty wine glass. “I know it’s not normal.”

I put my hand on hers. “It’s okay, mom. Really.” I gave her hand a little squeeze. “We’re a family, we do what it takes.”

Mom’s eyes filled with tears. “Sweetheart, I just want you to know, I wish I could have done better, I wish I could have…”

I leaned over and gave her a hug. It was all spilling out of her. She was exhausted, had been for years. All she ever did was work. It had been six years since dad had passed and mom had never been on a date. She never even talked about it.

There just wasn’t time.

“Mom, come on, you know I love you. You’re amazing.” I rubbed my hand along her back. I could smell her shampoo, ginger and sandalwood. I was going to have to use it next time. “It’s going to be fine. This is no big deal, really.”

She sat back and wiped her eyes. “You’re right. We stick together through thick and thin.” She smiled. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Come on, mom, stop.” I blushed, but it felt good to hear the words. I drained my wine glass and held it out to mom. “More?” I asked hoping she would say yes.

“Wanna get drunk with your mom tonight, huh?”

I had never been drunk before. I had no idea what it felt like. All I knew was sometimes you fell down, you talked funny, and sometimes you got sick, like gross sick.

Mom filled the glass and then her own. “Did they say anything about drinking on the stuff?” She grabbed the bottle, suddenly a little concerned. “I can’t remember.”

“No,” I took another long sip of the red sweetness. “I think you would have remembered, besides they kept saying it was only going to do one thing.”

“This is so nuts,” Mom sat back on the couch. She kicked off the two inch black heels she had been wearing and stretched her toes. “Work today was a bitch, she chuckled. “All the attorneys went to a charity event and I was left assisting the clerks. It’s hard working for 22 year olds.”

I laughed. She complained but answering the phones at the law office was her favorite thing to do. She loved the gossip of the office. The customer service job she worked at night didn’t have that aspect.

I took another sip. As soon as my lips touched the glass, I realized that they felt funny. Thicker maybe? I sipped the wine and then sat back against the couch. It was weird. It was like I was a little bit lighter, like after a really long race when all your muscles are kind of wibbly-wobbly. But this was everywhere.

I looked at mom. She was unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse. “Is it warm in here?”

Her cheeks were red. She looked like she was a little hot.

And then it began.

My stomach cramped-up, not bad, just like I had gas. I took a quick breath and put my hand on my belly. “Oh,” I said.

“Sweetheart?” Mom put a hand on my arm, there was concern in her voice. “Are you alright?”

A feeling of overwhelming pleasure crashed over me. My nipples perked up and began to thicken. It was like things were moving under my skin. I pulled the robe away and watched.

“What’s happening?” Mom watched as I untied my robe.

“Look!” I arched my back pushing my breasts forward.

“Oh my god,” mom’s eyes grew wide.

With every breath, my breasts grew fuller. My areola spread a little wider.

I reached up and grabbed them. They were growing so fast. Strong throbs pushed against my fingers as they bulged and stretched, the genetic modifications had started.

I gasped as my heart began to race and my body temperature spiked.

“Casey, how does it feel?” Mom asked.

“Amazing!” The warmth filled me. I felt like everything was vibrating. My skin tingled everywhere as it began to stretch and change. “Oh, my god, it’s unbelievable.”

The warmth traveled down my belly to my slit. Suddenly, I was on fire. My fingers reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips. Just touching the vulva made my body shiver. I couldn’t believe how I felt.

I couldn’t believe I was spreading my pussy open with my mom sitting right next to me. But I had to, I had to touch it. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I had wanted to.

“Oh my god, Casey.” Mom stood up. Her forehead glistened with sweat.

She stared down at my bare little pussy.

“Mom?” I rubbed my fingers across my clit.

It felt so good. I couldn’t stop myself.

“Mom, I can’t stop.” My fingers made quick little circles around the little nub of flesh.

Then it began to grow. Every stroke across it sent electricity through my veins. I gasped and moaned through one orgasm. I felt the cum leak across my fingers. But still I couldn’t stop.

After a moment, my clit began to blossom. It stretched and lengthened like it was alive.

I threw my head back and bit my lower lip. I pulled my hand away. It was all to sensitive to touch besides the last orgasm was still vibrating through me.

When I looked down, I had a cock.

Mom was standing next to the couch in shock. She stared down at me. “Casey,” she said and looked into my eyes. “How does it feel?”

I didn’t know what to say. I just kind of sat there, my robe open, and a completely new body.

I was no longer a tall, gangly teenager with the body of an eight year old. My breasts were as large as moms. My dick was huge, like I could wrap both hands around it and there was still plenty to go around. It was magnificent. Standing up defiantly, it slowly throbbed eager for attention.

It was perfect. The flared head atop a the thick shaft. And every time I tightened my pelvic muscles, the spongy tip flared and the little hole squeezed tight.

I looked up at mom. “It’s unbelievable. Has yours started?”

“No,” Mom stared down at the protrusion that had sprung from between my legs. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. “No, I mean, I feel…different, but nothing like that is happening.” She licked her lips.

I shifted on the couch. My whole body felt different. My tits were huge and heavy. My ass felt bigger and I had this raging hardon that was aching for attention. “It feels so weird, it’s like I have to touch it.” I leaned forward and realized that, if I wanted to, I could suck it, it was so big.

“Here,” mom knelt on the floor beside me. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it. “Let me help.”

“Mom, no!” I scooted away from her. Had she just tried to grab my penis?

“What?” Mom couldn’t take her eyes off of my erection. It was like she was hypnotized. “Come on, Casey. Look at that thing. Let me make it feel better.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. She was my mom.

I shook my head like I was trying to wake myself up from a dream. But it was real.

“Casey,” Mom reached over and wrapped her fingers around me again, “it’s just me and you.”

Mom’s hands were warm and soft but she held me firm in her grip.

“We can’t,” I said, “no, we have to stop.”

“It’s so hot,” moms hand moved up and down along my girth.

“No, we can’t…” I moaned the words.

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