Yang shows Dreamgirl a picture of Summer

Yang fetches her scroll from out of her pocket. She feels a growing pain in her chest as she searches through her scroll, looking for the perfect picture to show Neopolitan. Her breaths became shorter. Her hands tremble in fear once finds the image she was looking for.

She glances between her scroll and Neopolitan, terrified to show it to her. Yang became unsure if she was ready to explore the fantasy she had in mind...

"Promise you won't judge me..." Yang says, looking Neopolitan in the eyes.

Neopolitan crosses her heart.

Slowly, Yang surrenders her scroll to show Neopolitan a picture of herself (aged 3) standing with Summer Rose holding a hoe outside their home on Patch. Neopolitan's expression remains blank upon seeing the picture.

Yang was expecting Neopolitan to frown at her. Or maybe a look of disgust? Anger? All she got was silence... Even if she wasn't showing it, Neopolitan certainly had a few thoughts after seeing the photograph.

"I can explain! She was my stepmom!" Yang blurts out, breaking the silence. Mustering the courage to empty her chest, Yang continues "Her name was Summer... They passed away when I was young. I'd do anything to see her again!"

Neopolitan placed a finger over Yang's lips before she could elaborate further. While far from the strangest request she had received from a client, it didn't negate the fact this was a rather taboo fantasy. Nevertheless, this was an understandably delicate matter. Neopolitan heard everything she needed to know- Yang's attempts to further justify herself would only make things more awkward...

Neopolitan then places her hands over Yang's eyes. She shuffles behind Yang on the bed, keeping their hands on her face. Yang takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as Neopolitan begins massaging her shoulders. She gently removes Yang's jacket and throws it aside. The tension in the room begins to ease.

Neopolitan worked her fingers firmly into Yang's muscles to help her relax. When Neopolitan pressed her chest against Yang's back, Yang felt them undo her belt then unzip her pants from behind. Yang makes a small groan once her flyer is pulled down. The small bulge forming in her underwear wiggles around to find freedom in newfound breathing space. Sitting in her orange tube top and an exposed crotch, Yang adds one last important detail to her fantasy:

"I should also let you know... they were a futanari..." Yang murmurs.

Giving Yang an affirmative pat on the shoulders, Neopolitan shuffles off the bed to the left. Yang heard some rustling and a small chiming, similar to glass shards being moved about. Yang felt new hands touch her face. They were larger than Neopolitan's hands with a different texture. The hands slowly parted sideways across Yang's face as she slowly opened her eyes to peekaboo at their dream girl.

Yang's jaw drops. There she was, pristine and pretty- just like she remembered. Standing before her was a picture perfect Summer Rose. Her skin was glistening like she had been covered in baby oil. The smile on her face melted Yang's heart. Yang's physical reaction to Summer's likeness was equally spectacular. Her pupils dilated as if she were a little puppy reunited with their owner. They say the eyes are the window of the soul. If so, Yang's soul opened to Summer's visage.

"This is perfect... You're perfect..." Yang whispers.

Yang was so enamoured by Summer's face that she hardly noticed how they were wearing a red version of the front-open night dress she found Neopolitan wearing. Yang gasps as her eyes are directed downwards to admire Summer's body. Her penis practically skyrocketed in her underwear! ‘Happy to see her’ was an understatement!

Yang sighs, gazing at her dream girl- her wildest imagination materialised. Every inch of flesh looked so real and yummy. Her nipples were a warm pink. The dress hugged her slender frame. Her rosy skin was without blemish. Her bosoms were firm and full. What Yang found most impressive is how they had crafted a very realistic looking penis.

The way its shaven hairs grew... and the texture of the testicles... and the veins... it was a marvel to see created with such a high degree of accuracy. Sure, Neopolitan must have seen a lot of dicks to take inspiration from in her line of work. But this was a uniquely crafted penis! Yang had to take a closer look at it.

"Can I?" Yang whispers as her hand reaches out.

Summer's visage motioned forward, allowing Yang to make a closer observation.

Firstly, Yang lifted the penis and testicles to find a shaved vagina underneath. The structure of the futanari genitalia was anatomical correct in how the skin from the ballsack flows directly into the formation of the vagina. She cupped the balls in her left hand- they were warm somehow!

Smoothly caressing the balls in hand, Yang watched the penis go from flaccid to erect. She began stroking using different grips to get a sense of the blood flow. Wait a minute... blood flow? Wasn't this a fake penis? Why does it have a blood flow? Yang tapped the tip of her index finger onto the glans- her finger was moistened by a sample of precum.

"Is this... real?" Yang asked as she looked Summer's visage in the face.

As to not freak out her less open-minded customers, Neopolitan used her semblance to hide the fact she was a futanari. They preferred to keep it a secret, only making her penis appear upon request. Inside Summer's visage, Neopolitan nodded her head- Yang was in fact looking at a real penis.

"You're real!" Yang exclaims. She springs from the bedside with a bear hug. "You're real!" she exclaims again. "Mommy, I missed you so much! Why did you have to go?" Yang cries.

Yang was fully sold on the fantasy. She squeezed Summer as if she would never let go. Neopolitan was not entirely sure how to react. The last thing she wanted was for the night to turn into a giant sobbing therapy session. Nevertheless, she accepted Yang's embrace by hugging her back, anxious of where things would go next.

Yang pulled away to hold Summer's face with her hands. Her wide-eyed expression coupled with her smile (and a touch of madness) made Yang look like she could burst into a firework display at any second.

"Summer... I love you! Now more than I did before!" Yang confesses before lunging forward with a passionate kiss.

This caught Neopolitan off guard. She had never been kissed by a client on the lips. Everyone assumed her lips were too filthy given her profession. The initial shock quickly turned into excitement. Yang kissed her as if she loved her. She felt the intensity in her passion. The urgency in her desire. The fire did not relent. It grew stronger as Neopolitan began to reciprocate. Neither could escape the vortex.

Their lips locked together, smacking as they twist and turn. Their hands ran down each other's spine, through their hair, onto their cheeks. It was carnal, psychological and spiritual love all at once.

Yang's breath rushed into Neopolitan's soul. It **** upon her the spirit of Summer- she was now the vessel to inhabit all of her heart's desire. Yang had bewitched her mind and possessed her body. All with only a kiss. If for only one night, Neopolitan was Summer Rose.

Summer leapt into Yang's arms, knowing that she would catch her. Yang lifts Summer and carries her over to the bed, kissing her all the way. Their bodies press together with Yang on top. Her pants have only managed to reach her knees during their frantic embrace. She motions to kissing Summer's neck and chest.

Summer then rolls onto Yang, slipping arm out of her night dress so they can suckle her bosom. Yang feeds upon Summer's left breast, especially keen to play with their nipple using her tongue. Meanwhile, Summer rubs on Yang's belly down to her crotch.

Once she grabs a handful of Yang's pulsating bulge, Summer whips out their cock and starts masturbating her. They continue in this position of maternal Freudian foreplay until Summer gets the impression that Yang is ready for fellatio. Their communication is made entirely through breaths and groans. Yang's shaft is buzzing with energy, hot like a sausage straight off a barbecue and leaking precum that's begging to be slurped.

Summer makes Yang more comfortable by removing her shoes, socks and pants and panties. Summer sits beside Yang's legs, stroking her shaft softly as her head approaches their waist. Yang's face turns bright red- she couldn't watch her stepmom giving a blowjob, could she?

Yang puts her hands over face, watching through her fingers. Summer finds it cute, knowing that Yang will enjoy watching despite their apparent protest. Yang howls in delight immediately after Summer slobbers on cock. She howls louder as Summer continues slobbering on her meat. She begins kicking her feet rapidly and curls her toes until she can't hold in her euphoria.

Yang shouts in ecstasy at the top of her voice once she takes her hands off her face. She's captivated by the full display. Her rock hard cock lovingly tended to by a scantily-clad MILF.

Summer is fully aware that Yang is likely to nut early if she sucks them off any harder, so she takes her time in satisfying her. One stroke, one head bop and one tongue movement at a time.

Summer reaches a hypnotically slow rhythm, reading the room on Yang's sensitivity from the moans she makes. Summer gives Yang's penis a break to work on her pussy- Summer lifts her ballsack to lick at her clitoris and vulva lips. Her body twitches, opening her legs for Summer to rub her inner thighs. Summer gives Yang's pussy a loving kiss before shuffling between her legs.

Summer strokes Yang her cock twice then goes down on her again, giving Yang a chance to see her blowjob face while looking at her in the eyes. She deepthroats her shaft as she reaches underneath the pillow to grab a condom. Summer got the exact reaction of roaring passion that she was looking for- Yang groans like her soul left her body!

While coming for air, Summer rips open the condom packaging and holds it in their mouth. Summer manages to roll the condom down most of Yang's shaft in one deepthroat action. As she rolls the condom down the remainder of Yang's shaft with her hand, Summer bites her lip while looking Yang in the eye.

Summer holds Yang's cock, now coated in orange latex, like a trophy. Impressed by her own head game, Summer wants to test Yang's. She climbs on top of Yang, grabs her a lock of her golden hair and pulls their face towards her cock. Yang gives no resistance, opening her mouth for the choo-choo train. She sucks on Summer's cock without hesitation, following the speed on her hand movements.

Summer makes a deep exhale, choosing to face fuck Yang at a steady pace. She looks up to the ceiling as her cock is smothered in saliva. Yang is doing good to keep with her pace and not **** on her cock. They close their eyes to enjoy every last moment.

Yang keeps her eyes open, watching Summer's waist smash into her face over and over. They place their hand on Summer's butt to keep their balance stable. They maintain momentum and press deeper into Yang's throat. Summer looks down towards Yang, nodding her head in approval of her head game.

Summer stops to flip Yang around. Her cock dislodges from Yang's mouth, leaving the taste of precum in her throat. They swiftly adjust positions- Yang on all fours with her buttocks in the air, Summer sitting with her legs spread wide and pillows supporting her back.

Summer goes to town using Yang's head as her fleshlight. She leans forward to give a hard slap on the butt and buries the full length of her shaft into her throat. But Yang is a strong girl, so she can take it. In fact, she is able to rub herself whilst deepthroating Summer.