You wake up for school

You wake up for school, get dressed, and go downstairs for breakfast.

You see your mother in an apron making breakfast when she turns and says “Hey Dougie, good morning. Are your sisters up?”

You sigh, knowing they’re not, which means it’ll just be your mother and you for breakfast, although she’ll probably try to wake Sarah, and fail very quickly. “No, do you want me to wake Sarah?”

“No I’ll do it.” You know that’s not true. Your mother finishes making breakfast and you sit down and wait. She walks upstairs to Sarah‘s room looking pretty confident she’ll succeed but that look falters the closer she gets to the bedroom door. You can practically see her eyes getting more submissive, as she starts shaking, her lips start to quiver, and her lack of panties makes her practically leave a trail of juices on the floor.

This is the problem with having futas in the family without a futa parent. Your mother can’t even go near your sisters without dropping to her knees. You didn’t really understand the hype, but women seemed to love futas.

Lisa’s POV

I slowly walked to my youngest child’s room. You were the mother, she can’t just be not waking up for school, and you had to stop this behavior. But as you got closer your thoughts of punishment were slowly replaced with thoughts of pleasure. ‘Need it. I need it. I need my poor baby to know it’s okay to sleep in, who am I to dictate when a superior being wakes up. When I apologize and repent maybe she’ll reward me!’ You thought to yourself.

When you got to the door your hand was already in the apron, vigorously rubbing your pussy, and you weakly reached for the door, practically on your knees already. When you entered you crawled onto the the bed and got under the covers, pulling your daughter’s black panties aside, and gently licking the tip of her dick, when suddenly everything flashes black and you’re nearly knocked out from how fast Sarah pushes you on your back and sits on top of your stomach.

“You weren’t here to wake me for school right? I just didn’t feel like going, and didn’t feel the need to tell you.”

“N-no I was just here to make sure you had your favorite breasts to hold while you slept, because I was with your sister last night.” You lied, fearing what would happen if she knew the truth. Suddenly she slapped you in the face with her dick, covering your cheek in some precum.

“For lying to me your punishment is going to be a hundred times worse.” She said getting off of you. She effortlessly lifted you onto her lap facing her. She was taller than you so your face rested in her perfect breasts, barely covered by a black bra. Your own cum practically soaking Sarah’s panties and cock.

She then wordlessly starts jerking off, and you start squirming in her grasp.

“Let me let me!” You squeal, your fingers and toes curling as you try to reach for her dick, but she’s hugging you too tightly. She grabs one of your delicate hands with one of her own and ravages your tongue effortlessly, jerking off with her other hand.

20 minutes later you’ve got thick white jizz dripping from your hair, your cheeks, your nose, the sides of your mouth, your ass, back, thighs, breasts, and right outside your pussy. But none inside you. You were still whining when she dropped you outside her door and closed and locked it, leaving you desperately trying to taste the cum, but you could barely move. You lay there for a bit before going downstairs.

Doug’s POV

You hear your sister’s door open, then hear some talking you can’t really make out, some screaming and moaning, and even some crying as your mother leaves the room, without your sister. She comes downstairs a little later, tears filling her eyes, and cum covering her body from head to toe. She sits down at the table and looks at you clearly upset.

“She came all over me.” She said in tears.

“You knew she’d do that.” You said trying to comfort her, you really didn’t understand why she was crying. This happened everyday.

“But she didn’t cum in me…” Your mother practically screamed, shocking you. You’d never become like that. You’d make sure of it.

You wordlessly get up and leave for school, your mother clearly not even caring. You meet Ashley on the way and talk before going separately to your first classes.