"*Ting-tong*" The doorbell to Christy's house rang. Nobody answered the door for the guest waiting outside. Instead, after about half a minute, the door opened inwards. The guest waiting outside squeezed through the little crack between Christy and the door.
I had gone to her place wearing a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt. Without underwear. As they were- Nevermind.
I had a straight, expressionless face and didn't acknowledge Christy at all. She also didn't speak a word.
Her living space was barely lit, with no lights on and curtains drawn, the only faint illumination was coming from natural light filtering through them. The curtains changed the light to a muddy orange tint. I walked towards the leather couch and found the TV turned off. My eyes went to my host for the first time this evening.
She was still the huge, hulking chocolate woman that I had seen last time. She wore a white t-shirt and a grey pair of leggings. Her boobs were huge and the fabric of her t-shirt was molded around her huge muscles. And of course, her appendage ran along her legs, forming a thick stick-like bulge in her leggings.
"Where are V and Chloe? They didn't come?" she asked with a straight face.
"They are… busy." I managed to say, my eyes darting to anything but her. "So… What are we watching?" I asked and sat on the couch.
"Some sci-fi movie that my co-worker won't shut up about." She said and walked in front of the TV, picking up the remote.
"I see, so you don't know…?" I asked, lifting a single eyebrow in a condescending gesture.
"We will. Relax. It's almost the weekend." She turned the screen on and started browsing the WatchFlix catalogue. The TV flooded the room with its bright white light, providing better visibility than before. "Is Nia back home yet?"
"She will be arriving sometime about now." I replied while she came by my right side and sat down.
"That's good."
— The movie started, and the logos of the studios involved started to roll one by one. —
"Listen, I am sorry about last time." She muttered, looking in my direction.
"Hmm." I mumbled while keeping my head fixated on the screen.
"I was not used to this body. It overwhelmed my mind." Her tone was soft, with a hint of dash of regret mixed in it.
"I can understand." I hesitantly replied as I was reminded of how hard it was for my mother. I side-glanced at her, my eyes sharp and cold, a stark contrast to the concern etched on my face.
"*Whoonn*" The starship hummed as it reached the space station circling the alien planet. Conversation ensued between the humans and the alien monarchs on the space station. The movie would have been quite interesting if not for the constant stream of perverted thoughts flowing through my brain.
Glancing over to Christy's muscles, I began to drool a little at those powerhouses. Her arms were bigger than Kylie's. I could see a few veins which were as thick as spaghetti. I pressed the tip of my tongue to my upper lip. 'Control!'
Her dick was hidden behind her thick thighs. 'I want some dick now.' My body thrummed with insatiable desires.
I subconsciously shifted my dicklit to the left, where Christy would have been able to see it. Shifting a little left into the couch, I looked directly towards Christy's muscles. My shorts were getting wet while my member refused to get hard. She was completely unreactive to my actions and my staring.
My hand went to my crotch, but not to my penis, to my asshole instead. A finger slowly started circling my entrance. I let out a deep, warm exhale. My skin was getting warmer each second. I side-eyed Christy again, and to my dread, her face was turned towards me. My body froze, and I wondered how she would react. 'Will she just laugh at me? Will she make a move? - Will she come closer and start to finger me herself? Or will she just push me over and get on top of me?'
My hand stopped moving out of embarrassment, and just stayed there as if hiding something. I slightly turned my head to have a better look at her. She had a little smirk on her face, but other than that, she didn't move. I looked back at the screen and just watched the movie for a little while.
She put her right leg on her left and put her left arm on the backseat. Her arm was long enough that it could easily brush my left shoulder. Glancing again in her direction, I stared at her face for a red-hot second before turning back to the screen. 'She wants me to make a move?'
I scooted closer to her with my hand and checked if she made any face in response. She didn't. I pulled myself closer one more time before my shoulder was just an inch away from her torso. Sitting up straight on the sofa, I was somewhat tense with anticipation, my back wasn't sinking into the cushions, and definitely not letting my head rest on her arm.
Her scent and presence slowly surrounded my body, and all I could think about was her. I could hear slow and relaxed breathing despite the movie blaring in the background. My balls hurt in my tight shorts. This pair was a bit tighter than the others I had. It struggled to contain my thighs and fat ass. There was a decent amount of spillage of my squishy thighs at the leg openings of the shorts. My asshole was winking every couple of seconds.
I had the intrusive thought to grab her arm and just murmur "Fuck me Christy". But I was scared and embarrassed to admit it. Rather, I wanted her to make some move. Just like Kylie did yesterday. Just like she held me in her arms. I had made my move, and I really wanted her to make hers.
Finally, after a minute or so, her arm dropped and slipped between the sofa and my back. It stopped near my waist and clung to it. Her fingers slowly pressed onto my sides and pulled me closer, her big hand easily gripping my tiny body. I was basically a statue for a couple of seconds, so embarrassed.
But then I lay back sideways onto her shoulder and chest. My skin was warm, and so was her body. I resisted my urge to rush things up. Slowly shifting to her, I put my arm on her lower abdomen. Her tummy was more like a tray of flat, hard rocks. We stayed in that position for a short period. I clung to her, craving the feel of her body.
Unsure of what to do next, I realised she couldn't make another move. So, I just turned my head and looked up at her. She looked down towards me, and our eyes met. My face was flushed with embarrassment and tense with arousal. While her face was calm and her eyes were confident.
She closed her eyes and bent forward with her lips slightly parted. I moved my neck forward, and finally, our lips locked. Her big, wide lips enveloped mine. Her lips were thick and firm. My tongue entered her mouth, tasting her saliva. My body unfroze after a few kisses, my hand had slipped between her thighs. The tip of my fingers stopped on the protusion of her leggings. I cupped her meat with my palm and lightly squeezed it.
Her hand moved up from my waist, sliding along my back over my t-shirt. She squeezed onto my nape, sending a tingle along my spine. My shoulder twitched up, fearing her strength. Fright widened my eyes, and my brows furrowed in apprehension. 'Easy there, Christy.' I started to guide my hands along her length.
She reached up from my nape to my hair and pulled my head back. I heaved for air after the long smooch. I tried to control my panting. "Get on your knees, boy." I nodded, a sense of surrender washing over me while her hand kept the force on my hair.
My knees rasped on the rough texture of the rug. She pulled her leggings down, and the monster came into my view, lit by the dim blue light coming from the TV. She was only semi-erect with her member leaning towards me. She had more veins on it than Kylie did, and just looked stronger for some reason.
Without looking at her face, I dug in. I anchored my elbows on the couch between her legs and started to stroke her rod. "You are so big," I said in a hoarse tone and put my lips on her tip. I didn't look up for her approval or praise. "I am just using her to calm myself down", I told myself. Her hands were not on the couch, so I assumed she must have kept them on the backrest.
While I blew her dick, as it gained more blood flow, growing past Kylie's length and girth. The contrast of our skin was undeniable. Her ebony skin was slightly wet with her juices and glistened in the poor lighting. My fingers struggled with her girth. I started to coat my drool on her pole. As her snake got harder, veins started to pop out. This was the biggest cock I had ever scene, thicker than mom's, and longer than Kylie's. It had a couple of bulging veins on its sheath, giving it an intimidating look.
My hands were gliding about a foot from the tip to the base of her appendage. Soon, it became clear that the sharp end of her stick was slightly bent to my left. I pushed her mast into my mouth, trying my best to take more of her phallus in. But I didn't really want to dislocate my jaw, so I just kept bobbing my head on her thick head till it hit the back of my throat.
"*Slurp* *Gluck* *Tring*-*Tring*" The sounds of me struggling with her pole were interrupted by a ringtone, and it wasn't mine. She took the phone in her hands and looked down at me. I continued work on her tip while looking up at her, with no intention of stopping now.
She picked up the call and spoke into the phone, "Hello."
"Yes, He is with me."
"He will eat at my place, I have some extra left from morning."
"Yeah, okay, bye."
"I am sorry, Mom. But your sweet boy's body is just… I can't resist this right now." I gave the slit of her phallus a few more licks. "So what are we having tonight?" I said with my tongue pushed on her opening.
"We will find out soon. Now come on." She reached forward, lifting me in a cradle of her arms. She turned our bodies and kept me on the sofa by my hands, while my legs remained on the ground, propping my ass up. She grabbed the sides of my shorts and yanked them down. "Ahh! Slow down." I groaned and pulled my t-shirt over my back myself.
"You ready, Honey?" A loving tone coloured her voice.
"Yeah. Just go, slo- Angh!" Before I could complete my request, she had pushed her pole into my boi-pussy.
"Does it hurt, Mason?" She said, pausing her intrusion. "No…! But you ~rar~ just so big." You could hear the excitement and joy clearly in my voice.
"Hahaha! I will go slow, so that you don't break." She said and grabbed me by my waist. A wave of relief hit me, realising that I would finally get rid of these urges once this was done. She slowly pulled my lower half onto her pole. 'And in the process, I could enjoy this pounding.' Her meat spread my insides, making me moan.
"You are quite wet, Mason." She groaned, "And so tight!" That said, unlike Kylie, who was balls deep in me after just a couple of plunges, her tip was only starting to knock on my door.
"Agnh!" A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as my pleasure button was pushed down by the rim of her glans. My hand reached back to my dicky and just to jerk the limp meat. I was not hard and was not getting hard. "The fuck?"
"Someone's desperate." Christy gave out a loud chuckle. "I am thinking of picking up the pace, Mason." She said, and her fingers dug into my buttocks. Her pulling motion stopped.
"It's-" Not caring what I have to say, she pushed her thighs forward and got a few inches deeper in just one shove.
"Hagh!" My moan came out more as a shout. The pressure and force were greater than anything I have experienced before. My asshole tightened and clamped down on her cock. It held onto her as if prompting her to stop, which she did.
"Keep going! " I huffed. "*Hnn-heh*" She giggled and spanked her big hand on my buttock. "*spank* Angh!"
My attention was divided in my efforts to get hard and feeling the curve of her fuckstick. Her thickness was already pushing my sanity to its limit, and her curve only stretched my inner walls further. Meanwhile my femboy dick refused to gain any strength. Giving up on my manhood, I just focused to bring more pleasure from my bussy and make her cum.
"So warm inside you-Ha! You're clenching so hard around me, Fuck…" She moaned, and her muscle was knocking at my limit on my depths. It was hard to breathe with a rod as big and thick as hers impaling my little body. Sweat dripped from my face, while my bussy ignited pleasure throughout my body. The only thing keeping me sane was her slow pace.
'Angh! An! Yes! Hangh!'
Then, the pressure inside intensified, and to my horror, she pushed even deeper. 'God, she's not even all the way in yet?'
"Christy!" I moaned and looked back at her in pain. Her eyes were glued to her conquest.
"Fuck! Chr-" My eyes rolled back as her balls finally hit mine.
"What?!" Christy groaned.
"Too baeg!" My knees and legs shivered and struggled to keep me up.
"Oh!" I heard her voice and then saw her amused face after my eyes rolled back.
"*Spank* Enjoy the ride, Macie!"
I only moaned in response. She was rearranging my insides like never done before. The ascent in her pace was quite slower than my precious ravishers. My hands lost their strength, and now I was balancing my upper body on my elbows. The thrusts made my neck jerk down. My dick came into my view. It jiggled like soft silicone, no bigger than a ladyfinger. Strands of clear liquid kept dripping from its tip, without it getting hard.
It frustrated me, but I just wanted my release. The scent of out combined sweat clouded my judgement, and made me horny like I was in heat. A reluctant determination settled within me. I turned back, and with a layer of desperation coating my face, I pleaded, "Hold me ~Angh!~ up, please." My voice was high-pitched and soft.
"Your legs giving out already?" She said before grabbing me by my thighs and holding me up for her to ram. I raised my legs up in her direction and crossed my legs behind her butt to leg lock her. Then I proceeded to pull my legs in, pushing her deeper into me.
"Whoa! That wasn't necessary, baby. You could have just asked your bull to go faster." She said, and my world lurched violently; her pace went to full throttle in a heartbeat.
"*Thalp* *Thalp* *Thalp*" The sound of her concrete like thighs crashing and squishing my ass thundered inside the hall.
"Angh!" I screamed loudly as my whole body trembled with my orgasm. My prostate popped while I could feel my clitty shooting down my sperm onto the floor. My brain was overwhelmed by the sensations coming from my boihole. Nerves around my spine all seemed to light up in ecstasy.
My legs and upper body lost all their strength, and my face crashed into the sofa. I could barely see anything with my eyelids drooping over my pupils while my tongue was licking the rough leather lining of the couch. Christy pulled her bitch-breaker out. Holding me on one of her forearm she knocked her meatstick onto my ass.
"You awake, sugar?" Christy chuckled while squeezing my legs with her arm. "Yea..." I rasped, my breath coming in loud, uneven huffs.
"Can you stand?" She asked before pressing her tip into my boihole again. I hoisted my face off the couch, "Nya!" before a shrill moan came out of my mouth.
The sweaty tang of the room was replaced by the slick, musk of her cum. Her pole invaded my deepest parts in just one plunge, and then the next had her balls slapped against mine. I turned my back to look at the pounding she was giving me.
Her shoves were deep and slow. Her power was enough to make my whole body shake from the impact. I looked at the way my ass got squished on her thighs. The way it jiggled. My legs had dropped down from her back and were hovering about an inch or two from the floor. Now they were also contributing to the clapping sounds as my black bull increased her pace.
"*Thlap*… *Plap*… *Thlap*…" The room flooded with ass thrashing sound, while I just took it silently. For I was too exhausted to moan. 'If only I had transformed into a futanari, instead of a femboy.'
— a few more minutes of getting fucked later. —
She pulled her snake out and spurted her semen all over my back. And it was quite a spurt, covering my almost my entire back with her thick, hot cum. Her produce was greater than the last time.
"That was amazing," Christy said calmly, as if nothing had happened. Her breathing had fully recovered in just a few seconds. "How are you doing, Sweetie?"
In contrast to her athlete-like endurance, I was huffing like I was in need of a ventilator.
"Ya! mm Good! Ha. Ha." I pushed myself off the couch and tried to stand on my trembling feet.
"ha. ha. haagh. Thank you." The words just slipped out of my mouth, and I was instantly hit with a pang of regret. My eyes shut in a display of dissatisfaction, and my legs gave in at the same time.
" Careful!" Christy obviously grabbed me in an instant. "Don't worry, I will always be there with you." She smiled down at my face. Her expressions were genuine, My own features remained stubbornly still. She bent down for a kiss with her eyes shut. My gaze flickered to the side as she planted a little *pwech* on my lips, an unilateral gesture opposite to my neutrality.
After that, I cleaned my back in her bathroom, dried myself and walked home. She offered to eat dinner together, but I insisted that it was okay and left.
Walking back home proved to be a challenge as my legs were still slightly quivering from the marathon that had run on my body. "Tch," I grumbled as the pain in my bottom pulsed, fading in and out like static. I had not been able to get hard, even while getting fucked. It was troubling me, to say the least. 'Has my manhood changed for good?'
None of the other futanari I'd met seemed as strong as Christy. That whole thing was still a victory, though, replacing the fog in my brain with the pain in my body.
'Yay,' I jokingly shouted in my mind. My face was dull and frowning, not because of the pain. But because of what had happened at the end. The kiss and the fact that it wasn't reciprocated meant two things:
1. From then on, whenever I had to rely on Christy's 'help' — preferably not often due to the toll on my body — I would have to entertain her expectations to some extent. Which I didn't want to do.
2. Christy was either pretending to care about me, just like Kylie did, or she actually liked me and would expect me to requite her feelings. Neither was good for me.
It wasn't that I didn't like her, but I was not searching for the kind of relationship she had in mind. Especially after what she had done to me last time. I couldn't just ignore that. In reality, I had no idea what I was looking for. But it definitely wasn't this. I was sure I just didn't want any kind of serious relationship with her. It was the age gap, the different contexts of our worlds and- 'I don't wanna think about it'.
Letting out an audible sigh, I opened the door to my home. "*Click-creak*"
The living space was silent, with no voices or any sound from the TV. Soft lights lit the room. Looking around, I saw that the door to Mom's room was closed. Some papers were lying on the kitchen countertop. I stepped towards the papers and was immediately stopped by the sound of water running down on the metal sink basin. My head snapped in that direction.
"Ah!" I gasped. "Oh! It's you, Mom." My shoulders dropped as I saw my Mother standing by the sink.
"Doing dishes, are you?" I asked, only to be suddenly smacked on my ass from out of nowhere. Angh!" I groaned, my voice coming out higher than expected. I turned around to catch a glimpse of V walking up the stairs, chuckling to herself.
"Mason?" Mom turned to look at me. Her face was empty, with her eyes slightly sagging with fatigue.
"Yeah, Mom. It was V fooling around with me." I replied and walked to her. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just tired from work." She said and started cleaning the dishes.
I walked to her side and looked up at her face. My mother was in her early 50s. Nobody would ever believe this sentence, for her skin and face were so flawless, like that of a 20-year-old. Her physique was also incredible. She didn't have much belly fat. Her arms, though slender, showed a surprising amount of strength. And I had already seen the kind of force her legs and hips can generate. The zlip had not changed her body much except for her height and her genitals.
'Right… Her cock.'
She also worked a great deal for her age. She started her day by making breakfast. Then she would go to work, probably have her ass beaten over there, before coming back home. She would then prepare our dinner, listen to her three kids fighting over the silliest things, do the dishes, and finally sleep.
Placing my hand on her shoulder, I stopped her, "Let me do it." She stepped back, allowing me to take her place.
"I will clean the rest of the kitchen, then." She said. I beamed at her in response, and she did the same.
She took a paper towel and a sanitiser and started to clean the countertop.
"*Clank* *clank*" I stacked the cleaned dishes. While doing so, my thoughts grew still. I felt a moment of calm. Closing my eyes, I exhaled through my nose, enjoying the peace. After a moment or so, I began to feel a burning gaze on my back. Turning my head slowly to the side, I saw Mom standing still like a portrait. Her head was focused down, with an eerie blank expression on her face. Her eyes were glued in my direction.
'Is she staring at my ass?'
"Mom?" The dishes were done, I shook the water off my hands and turned around.
Without flinching, she blinked once, and her eyes met mine.
"Yeah. I am done with the chores. So…" Her head tilted away.
'Let's just confront it. Hmmh!' I decided to break the ice.
"Did you see the news? About how the zlip event has increased people's physical needs and all." I asked her and hopped up to sit on the counter.
"No… But I heard about it in the hospital." She said and leaned to her side.
"Yeah, I mean, Everyone's libido is driving them crazy. I have this one friend who is like really good at maths. After not having sex for like a day or so, his brain was so foggy that he could not even do a single problem."
"Oh, you made a new friend?" Mom's brows raised with minimal excitement.
"Yeah…" I averted my gaze for a second. "He stayed as a male, too. What I mean to say is…"
"Having sex is like super important for us now, to maintain our sanity."
"Eem… Hmm," she hummed in agreement.
"So, what are you planning to do for yourself? Are you, I don't know, looking for a relationship? Or… What are you doing about it?" I stammered but got the question out.
"I… Mason." Mom looked away, her expression was distressed. "Nothing… Really. I am trying to take care of it myself. But…"
"But it's not helping, is it?" I inquired, "Doing it by yourself is not going to do anything. You need to have sex with someone else, Mom."
"But how would I find someone like that? I am too old for dating, Mason." Her eyes came back to mine.
"That's not true, Mom. You must realise that other people of your age would be going through the same things." My brows twitched together with concern.
"Plus…" I looked away, blushing a little. "I think anyone of any age would want to date you, Mom. You don't look old at all."
"You are just being modest, sweetie." She flapped her hands in defiance.
"I mean it." I said, and get off the counter. "There's no other way, Mom. This is our life, now."
"Our?" Mom tilted her head with curiosity. "Are you…"
"Let's just say goodnight… Mom." I walked closer to her with my arms open, "We'll talk later."
Mom returned the gesture and softly pulled my head onto her bosom. Her mounds pressed in slightly due to the hug.
"Good night, Mason." She said in her soft and warm tone.
"Good night, Mom." I said and held onto her for a second. In that second, I took in her scent. She smelled faintly of roses, a sweet aroma of comfort and love. But there was also a hint of a sweat-like smell. The very smell I had learnt from my encounters with futanari.
Then we separated. I went up the stairs and heard her close the door to her room.