Mommy & her super stuffed up milkies

“Mom?!” You squawk. That was definitely her voice. Sure you had been expecting this, but eventually. You hadn’t expected her to be looking for it immediately.

She came into your room without hesitation, “No, it’s Mommy.” Wait, how is she here? Why ‘Mommy’. You pulled up the Master PC, since it also freezes time, so you can take a moment to sort through all this. As you look around you realized this isn’t your little house on the edge of campus. You were back at your parents’ place. You had been repositioned. Looking back at your changes and new memories, and there it was! Holy Shit! Marriages were mere contracts to help raise children. You suspect that with women having to intentionally get pregnant, and mothers being expected to be there for their children when they had sex, the need to insist men be with them their whole lives had really seemed as important , mothers would be take care of their kids. Women and human futas did get milfy with age, they’re the sexy amazons like you had hoped. It seems they die of growing too large instead of old age, and usually somewhere between 80 and 110. That was why you now live with your great grandmother, who was still alive, you and most of her descendants live with her in fact. As for “Mommy” that was now what people call their birth mother when they have a feminine futa for a father, who were the “Moms”.

Your “Mommy”, Angela Maxwell, she had not taken your father’s name, was beautiful. She was completely naked, and of course she was since she was at home. You had seen old photos of her younger self, in both timelines, and this was so much better! She had to be more than a hand taller than you were. Her hips were wide and her tits were massive and full. Not perky like some twenty year old, but full and they had just the right amount of pull to let you know they were natural. Her waist was soft but not fat. She had a natural bush, that belied her dyed hair. It was trimmed just enough around the edges not to peek out around her swimsuit .

You glanced in the mirror, and you were not physically changed, not externally; you’re no longer a theoretical physicist who had accidentally stumbled upon the master code of the cosmos. You were one of those rare human “males” and you had a job as a breeder for the hybrids. Your sisters were… wait sisters!? You had more than one now, some were half-sisters, and your brother was now Madison, another fem-futa; your sisters had joined your enterprise and they arranged your breedings, two or three a day. That was why your mommy, Angela, was so hesitant to ask you for the help. Breeding the hybrids was not seen as fucking or love making; it was mechanical, laborious, sex, and because of your job you rarely had enough libido to fuck your family. You didn’t have many girlfriends, since as great as your wealth was people expected you to fuck in the first couple of dates. That made you bark a laugh. You fucked some sexy hybrids two or three times a day and people thought you worked too hard. The money was good, it had let your family move in together, the women in your family thought you were making this great sacrifice, and to be honest with yourself you remembered it being one. ‘Well, let’s make this better,’ you thought to yourself.

You pulled up John Doe:

John Doe can now orgasm multiple times without losing his erection. Each time he orgasms it feels as good as all his previous orgasms together since he last slept. Each time he orgasms he produces more cum, and his semen becomes more fertile. His ejaculant is delicious, but contains a nonaddictive chemical that feels better than it tastes. He semen feels best when absorbed through the vagina. His penis shifts to the perfect size and shape of any vagina he puts it in, to become the ideal penis for whomever he is fucking, to cause the maximum amount of pleasure. His body converts cosmic energies into sexual fluids and while operating in higher dimensions, so that he remains healthy no matter how much he has sex or orgasms. He can consciously suppress his lusts and end an erection. When he orgasms anyone he is having sex with feels an orgasm as intense as his own.

Now for Mommy…

Angela Maxwell has always been a natural blonde. She has always been able to orgasmed from breastfeeding. Her breastfeeding orgasms are stronger when the breastfeeder is her child, and strongest when her child is male. She always had a male-fetish, which the sexual fetish to have sex with real male humans. She has developed a Jocasta Complex, which in this world is the taboo fantasies of a mommy opening her womb and being impregnated her child. She tries to secretly read and watch porn that satisfy these fetishes, because men are so rare most of the male fetish pornography she can see is futa with balls and smaller tits pretending to be males, and she can almost never find ”real” Jocasta pornography except in writing. When she is in heat she gets careless, so that everyone in the house are aware of her fetishes.

Speaking of the others…

The family living in the same house as John Doe have developed an **** kink and male fetish that started from overhearing Angel Maxwell’s pornography. In this world an **** kink is only a kink if it involves getting pregnant. Some people fantasize of secretly opening their wombs when a family member cums inside them, others that the sex is so good that they open their wombs by accident, and still others dream of begging for it. **** pregnancy is not illegal but is very taboo. It is definitely the taboo that makes this fantasy so attractive to them. **** with a male increases the likelihood a child will be male which makes it more tempting for the family to fantasize about John Doe. Once a member of the family has had a child she can begin lactating again after a minute of breast play or nursing, no matter how long it has been. They all feel amazing pleasure when breastfeeding; many can orgasm from nothing more.

There that should be a lot more fun for everyone.