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(Hey Readers…Looks like I’m still on the Futa kick. I asked myself what it would be like to be a homo-sapien child to a Futanari. Then this story just hit me. There is a LOT of Pro Wrestling scenes in the second half of this chapter. I tried to explain it for those that have never watched it. There is a romance that begins, so hence that tag. The slavery angle is very pronounced, and it is incest slavery. If this is something you do not wish to read, then please move on to a different author. Incest is in all but two of my stories! Comments welcome, and will respond to comments that have names! Enjoy!)
(Thanks Always to the Editors that work tirelessly, the mods and admins that do this without pay.)
GROWING UP THE SON OF FUTA
You know the saying. You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friends nose. Wait…wrong saying. You can pick your friends, you can pick your battles, but you can not pick your parents.
It certainly is true. I am the son of a gay futa couple. Okay, that might take explaining. So, as I understand it. If a male dates a futa. That is considered straight, even though the guy is always the bottom and walks funny. If a female dates a futa, it’s somewhat unusual, but still considered “straight”. She will also have issues walking after.
If two futa’s date, and get married like my parents. They are seen as a gay couple. It’s extremely rare. 10% of the homo sapiens on the earth prefer the same sex. 0.02% of futa do. So like maybe 100 gay futa couples on the planet.
If you thought the LGBTQ+ people got side eyes from the conservatives back in the 20th century? In 2082, the only ones getting glared at are gay futa. So vacations to Disney with the family were not as fun for us when we were kids.
My Family. The futa that sired us we call ‘Mother’ in public and ‘Dad’ in the house. The futa that bore us we just call mom. My mom has porcelain skin with the blackest of long straight hair. She looks goth without trying. She’s 6 foot 8, and none of us ever starved while breast feeding. She has a female figure. Dad has small tits, big muscles and is 7 foot 2 inches. Other than her large ass, and her perfectly styled long blonde hair. She looks like FWA wrestler that she is.
The oldest sibling is futa, she’s 28. She has mom’s hair but is built like Dad. Grace is on the verge of being disowned for blissing her male slaves. Something mom has never agreed with. Dad said once, men are meant to be slaves and cum catchers for futa. Then mom slapped her, as I was present in that room.
My second eldest futa is Joan, she’s 25, She has Dad’s blonde locks, but is shaped more like mom. She married a man, and treats him as an equal. So mom loves her, dad tolerates her. I get along with her great and I could go to her house anytime dad was on a rampage.
Then came me, and my fraternal twin Cindy. Cindy has blonde hair, small breasts and a great ass. I have black hair and a great ass. We are both 5-7, and weight 110 pounds. We are both sapien. We didn’t get game consoles for our birthday because they weren’t celebrated. We didn’t go to a normal school, we went to service school to learn how to be good slaves. The day we graduated was the last day we had to wear clothing. I didn’t mind. I hated wearing clothes. We knew what we were from the time we could talk. It was normal for sapien kids to grasp the fact they were property.
When every kid around you in school, knows what their lives will be when you graduate, it all is normal. My elder sisters always questioned me when were all living together at home. They didn’t understand how we just… accepted it. I digress.
Now what typically happens, is Futa families will trade slave off-spring with another close family. Because my parents are gay, there was no one for us to be traded to, as they had no friends. Their own futa relatives disowned them.
Dad had to take a special medication in order to even have a sapien with mom. Futa + futa always equals futa. So we were different in that way as well. Cindy and I turned out just fine, but how we came to life was not entirely natural.
Cindy and I had come to the conclusion that we’d be sold. We wondered what kind of family we would serve.
Dad was gone a lot, touring. She had intercontinental belt, so was on both weekly shows and on every monthly Pay Per View. Today was the Pay Per View where dad had to get a new “face” (a good futa), over with the crowd. Dad was always a heel. (Bad Futa) Once she “dropped”, lost the belt, to the face, she’d be home for a bit. That would be when Cindy and I found out our fate.
Cindy and I slept in the same small bed. But no real funny business ever happened. I was in a chastity cage, so no incest babies could happen. It was technically legal for Futa to have sex with their own sapien adult slave offspring. Yet frowned on by the church. My parents weren’t allowed in the Church Of Futa. We slaves however were to never have any carnal relations, unless told bursa escort to. But not with your own sister for sure!
Did we listen? No! We practiced kissing, I gave her oral, and figured out how to please her. She fingered my boy hole until cum leaked from my caged cock. For two weeks we had a blast at night in the basement. If mom knew, she never said a word.
Then Dad came home.
“Jenny! Call my doctor tomorrow. I need my knee looked at again.” She yelled upstairs. “I thought you said that bitches ring technique was better?” “It wasn’t her, it was me. Did you watch the match.” Dad asked. “Yes and I even let the kids up to watch. You know how much Ben and Cindy look up to you Rhonda.” “It was the last moon-sault. I landed wrong. Becky saw my face and told me to get ready for her finisher so we could get done. She knew I messed up. Going through her finisher hurt just as bad.” Dad was explaining upstairs. Cindy and I hung on to every word we could hear.
“Told you dad was limping!” Cindy commented. “Shh!” I nudged her as we sat on the bed.
“I’ll call in the morning. Want me to massage you tonight?” “Please babe?” “You got it. What are we going to do with them?” “Jenny I told you to take care of that. You hated every idea I had. Goddess, Jenny they can’t be free!” Dad moaned as I heard her boots drop to the floor.
“So lets just keep them.” Mom said. “What, like a family?” “I would like that, but…” “The Church frowns on it. Jennifer, Fuck that damned church. But they can’t be family either honey. We and the schools raised them for slavery. It’s all they know!” Dad sighed. “Look I…am attracted to Ben. I definitely would not mind having his tight little ass around.” Dad began.
“Someone’s losing their virginity soon!” Cindy teased me. “SHH!”
“And Cindy, Rhonda?” “Take his cage off. Let what sapiens do happen naturally. In 20 years we can sell their kids.” Dad said plainly.
“I’m not the only one!” I teased back “Shh!” she nudged me now.
“Are you serious Rhonda?” Mom seemed disgusted. “How is him tagging his sister any different than you or I enjoying his ass? I know you stare at that ass Jenny. Don’t you dare deny it. Your tent shows under your dress!” “I haven’t penetrated a boy in…” Mom was suddenly silent. “30 years dearest. It works for both of us. I don’t want more children. I want to retire after my heavyweight championship run.”
“I might one more. A natural sapien” Mom mumbled. It was hard to hear. “So one minute you are disgusted by incest and now you want to carry our son’s child?” “I said ‘might’!” Mom reiterated.
“Feed the slaves. I am taking a long hot tub session. I ate on the flight, so don’t worry about me. Have Cindy wait on me. I’m going to need lots of beers.” Dad said as she stepped out of the living room and onto the patio.
“Why Cindy?” Mom asked out of the patio doors. “I don’t want to get horny till I’m in bed with you!” Dad yelled loud enough for us to hear in the basement.
“Mom’s gonna feed us!” Cindy was excited. “I’m hungry too. Maybe now they will treat us a bit better as we aren’t leaving?” I looked at my sister. “I think so!” She kissed me. “I can’t wait to give you my virginity!” She clapped.
“Alright! What are you two so excited about?!” Mom came down the stairs. “Food Mistress. Dad said you’d feed us.” Cindy went to her knees and I followed her.
“You two heard everything didn’t you?” “Yes Mistress.” I said. Lying was 25 lashes according to the law.
“Off your knees. You are still slaves. No…sit on the bed.” We stood at first till she clarified. We sat on our bed.
“Look. Your father put me in charge of you. So I’m going to get you both healthy. Don’t get too excited yet. What do slaves eat for two meals?” She asked us.
“Futa Cock milk.” We said together. “Yes, but now as you are being kept by us, you get it from our balls, as fresh as can be.” Cindy and I could not help but smile. It tasted so much better fresh.
“I have a large dinner for both of you in the oven. If you can’t finish it. Put what is leftover in the fridge down here. You can reheat it in the microwave when you get hungry. I’m bringing down two cases of beer as well as a carton of cigarettes. Dad wants you both to be smokers and alcoholics, as I will not let her bliss you. It will not cause harm to you or your slave offspring, as our milk fixes you and your breast milk. Cindy you can actually continue when your brother knocks you up with a slave. Then again, it’s not you she or I, need addicted.”
“After you are a pack a day smoker, and deep into the can. Our punishment will not be lashings like other slaves. It will be withdrawal. How many hours depends on what you did. Withdrawal is worse. Pain from a caning goes away.” Mom said. “Questions?”
Cindy and I both raised our hands.
“Slave?” She pointed at Cindy. “When will I be allowed to begin breeding for you?” She asked perfectly. Damn she paid attention in school. “After your brother bursa eskort has had every last ounce of cum pushed out of us by our cocks, so good luck getting his tiny cock to work. Slave?” She pointed to me.
“What have you made for dinner?” I asked. “Slave chow casserole with noodles and gravy. As of tomorrow I am done cooking, you will be taking care of us.” “Yes Mistress” We said together. “Baked chicken with potatoes, carrots and wax beans. You’re my children. Slave chow!? Did you believe that?” She asked. We nodded. It was ingrained into us. Mom frowned.
“Ben come up and plate your meals. You and Cindy may eat on the dining room floor under the table together tonight. Cindy when you are done eating you are to wait on your father. Ben dishes. Clear?”
“Yes Mistress!” We said together. Mom had a tent under her apron. I knew what she wanted.
I was putting dishes away when I felt mom’s arms around me. “On your knees and drench my cock in your spit. It’s the proper way.” She whispered in my ear and lifted her dress, to show 10 inch thick Futa cock. It was already sweating the lube that futa cocks naturally make. I couldn’t wait to taste it. This was the reason I was alive. I dove on her cock. Thanks to school, 10 inches was not that hard to get into my throat. My little slave cock fought in the cage as I smelled the musk from her balls and the sweet smell of her pussy all at once.
“Oh Ben you are so good at this. Get up bend over the table, I’ve waited too long for this. Momma’s finally gonna get some.” She held me down with one hand on the table as the other guided her mighty cock to a place untouched.
“This is gonna hurt son, don’t scream. If you do, I will beat you. Now take my cock like the good son you are.” She said. Then slid all of herself into me.
I couldn’t scream if I wanted to. The air in my lungs seemed to have been forced out. All I could do was stare wide eyed at the wall paper next to the table. She retreated and slid into me again. This also hurt but less so. “Your dad is almost 14 inches baby, it’s a good thing I had you first. Damn you are tight!” She commented slamming into me a third time. My eyes rolled up into my head and I felt like I was being stabbed to death. She was finally balls deep.
“Oh such a good boy. Okay Ben I got your cum catcher nice and straightened out. Now I can make love to you.” She commented, like she was my mate. She slowly fucked me, cooing sweet words in my ear as her angle kept hitting my prostate.
“Cum for me son. Drip that cum from your cage. So tight! Oh yes baby boy take mommies cock!” She kept a running commentary as chills and ecstasy began to fire through my body. I could feel myself cumming, albeit slowly, making it last forever and not the normal 8 seconds it normally was when I was still allowed to masturbate. So I guess it wasn’t out of character when I began to plead for her to:
“Momma, fuck my ass, momma cum in me momma!” I had said as I gushed cum from my limp cock, while tightening down on her member. She picked up speed and stabbed me deep. She held still. I felt her cock twitching, and my cum tank being filled. A pound of cum filled my colon as she grunted and sighed.
“Oh Ben you are perfect.” She whispered as she kissed my neck. “We will stay right here till you taste bliss. Then I need you to evacuate the pint of cum in your ass. Okay sweetheart?” She kissed and licked my ear. “Yes Mistress.” I said as her cock stayed in me. It took only about a minute and I could feel the cum eating at my brain, making me high, and making me stupid.
“That’s enough. Go evacuate. Then wait for dad in our bed.” She pulled out and slipped a plug in my ass so I didn’t drip cum all over the carpet.
I was in shock when I saw her load in the toilet. I knew futa came a lot, but this was mind bending. I would be drinking that much from mom or dad every morning. Seemed a waste to flush it, but I was to take care of Dad next. So I watched my mothers load go down the drain.
I laid on my stomach and locked my wrists into the cuffs. Mom had said that I would try to fight dad off of me when she began, because of how wide and long she was. She had said it would take a few nights, but my body would adapt, just like her ass did. Mom was a foot taller than me and outweighed me by almost a hundred pounds. Might have been easier for her. I was scared after I used the bed to secure the second clicking, police issue cuff.
“Honey I’m going to lock your ankles in place. Spread your legs for me.” Mom said sweetly. I felt the neoprene lined cuffs on my ankles as my legs were spread wide on the king sized bed. I was ready to have dad inside of me.
Mom came up to my face and told me to take a hit off of a nasty smelling pipe she had lit. “Honey it will keep you relaxed. I was gentle, dad’s not going to be. Don’t worry if you rip I know how to do stitches.” She said as I inhaled what was most likely opium. I didn’t have a comment to her addressing me being ripped as the drug worked fast. I was in a daze when I heard dad’s voice.
“Been waiting for this, since the day it was legal.” She said. I could smell her. The medicated cream that mom had rubbed into her massive muscles, the scent of her balls, even the mousse she wore in her hair. I felt the bed groan as her weight settled upon it. Then I felt her weight on me.
“You are a good boy. I need you to stay a good boy. Try not to cry out, just take your slavery, and your purpose with pride. You were meant to take futa cock son. You do well, I’ll have mom take that cage off your little cock so you can fuck your sister. I know you love her, just like I am going to learn to love you. Now push out. I’m coming in.”
“Breathe son.” Dad said as I felt something impossible invading my body. Her cock was too big…this would kill me. “Shh, just concentrate on breathing.” Dad whispered in my ear as two or so inches were in me. I was biting my mothers pillow and trying not to hyperventilate.
“Son, this is why you are alive, to please me. Now accept my cock into your body where it belongs. You will be my main cock holster from now on. You will sleep in this bed with me 5 nights a week. So you need to adapt slave. You hearing me son?” She asked.
“Yes Master” I said into the pillow as another couple of inches slid in. I realized in that moment I couldn’t feel my legs.
“Just a bit more till we are halfway, breathe baby boy.” She coaxed. I had tears running from my eyes as I felt like a victim of Vlad the Impaler. I would be dead before my dad came in me. Would she notice I was dead?
“Shh, you are doing so good, glad your mom warmed you up for me or this would hurt a lot worse. Breathe slave.” Dad kissed the back of my neck as another two inches crept into me. I felt her pull out a little and shove 4 more inches in.
“Almost home. When I get there, you can relax and be proud. You will have been the only boy I have ever fucked that didn’t scream. You are doing so good son. You ready?” She kissed my back and rubbed my ass.
Through the sobs and pain I nodded silently into the pillow.
“Good boy. Here’s the last of it. Accept it and love it. This is your purpose. To take Daddy’s cock.” She said as she shoved the last four inches in at once.
She moaned. I was lightheaded, and panted through the pain as she held still with her monster inside of me.
“So glad I let your mother talk me into keeping you Ben. I have no use for your sister, but you will. You need to keep her pregnant for me okay son? I want lots of babies to sell to the slave schools. Your mom wants a child from you too. You will obey her if she wants your child. God the thought of me watching you fuck my wife. Okay Ben I have to start moving now. Remember to breathe, this will be uncomfortable till I get an angle. Then you will cum like a banshee, I promise. Give your soul and body to me son, let Daddy fuck you like the slave you love to be, for my cock!” She said as she began to fuck me. Slowly at first but that didn’t last long. Mom’s warnings seem unneeded till just now. My eyes went wide as I held back the screams that wanted to escaped my throat.
She was now pounding my ass. Yet I pushed my ass up toward her hips as she kept at it. Dad had been right. I was cumming over and over and over. I was moaning like a bitch in heat which only made dad fuck me harder.
I was about to lose consciousness when she grabbed my shoulders and pounded me hard three times. What I felt next seemed impossible. It felt as if my very belly was expanding as she flooded my colon with a half gallon of cum. I’m sure it wasn’t that much, not even a futa could cum that much. But that is what it felt like. Dad laid her weight on my body.
“Your mine Ben. I love you.” She said tiredly. Her 330 pounds of muscle were crushing my ribcage. “Dad! Air! Master!” I whimpered. “Oh sorry.” She rolled off of me and pulled her still giant, but limp cock from my ass.
“Stay here, let it leak on the sheets. I want to cuddle with you. I’m tired son. I love you.” She said as she put my head on her breast, with her arms wrapped around me. I fell asleep right after she did.
When I woke mom and I were laying in the wet spot. Dad was gone. “Come eat breakfast.” She gently guided my head to her hard cock. I wrapped my lips around her head and slowly took her into my throat. The schools taught us to throat a cock for feeding time. There was a chance of drowning, as 12 to 16 fluid ounces of thick slimy cum at once, was too much to swallow as fast as it was shot into a slaves mouth. As my mother fucked my throat I played with her balls, and groped the breasts that had fed me as a baby.
“Oh Benny! I’m going to love feeding you every morning.” Her cock was now fucking my throat. Every 30 seconds or so she pulled out to let me breathe. I got a B+ in cock sucking so this wasn’t a challenge. Dad? Dad would be difficult. She forgets that we are humans and have to breathe. My mother used to bitch about it.
“Oh yes, eat from your mother! This is so right! You will always eat from us! Oh Goddess!” Mother moaned. I could feel her load sliding down my esophagus. I would be feeling full quite shortly.
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