Isabel West Futanari/Pheromone (Warning: )

Izzy sighed as she pulled up her skirt. Things could have been worse of course, and she always tried to remind herself of that. Other mutants had been known to transform into wildly exotic, even grotesque, new bodies when they came into their powers. She knew that feathers, fur, tentacles and far worse were possible. All in all, growing a dick was hardly anything worth complaining about. Still, since she’d woken up with that… thing between her legs she’d never quite felt like herself again.

“Sweetie? Are you dressed yet?” Her mother was already opening the door before she asked. When Lillian West saw that her daughter had indeed already slipped on a skirt she didn’t even bother to hide her disappointment.

“Yes Mom.” Rolling her eyes Izzy let her exasperation seep into her tone. “And people usually ask that before coming in!”

“Don’t be like that Sweetie. I’m just looking out for you. This is a big day, and we might not see each other for a long time after this.”

“I know Mom. I’m gonna miss you too. But I’ve got to get this…” Whatever moment had been forming between mother and daughter was suddenly and completely shattered when as she was speaking Lillian casually kneeled down, reached under her daughter’s skirt, and cupped her shaft. From her expression she might as well have been checking the temperature of her daughter’s forehead. “MOM! For fucks sake!”

The girl tried to take a step back to escape her mother’s hand, but the older woman simply leaned forward to maintain the contact. To her growing horror Izzy actually started to feel herself respond to the touch, her shaft growing hard in the incestuous grip.

“Don’t use that language with me missy! I’m just checking to make sure you’re being careful. You know it gets irritated if you try and cover it too much.”

“MOM! It’s fine! Now get out of here and let me get ready for the people from Xavier’s!”

“Oh, they’re already here dear. That’s what I came up to tell you. They’re downstairs in the living room.”

Slapping her forehead hard enough to hurt Isabel let out a long frustrated growl. “Why didn’t…! No, never mind. Let’s just go see them already.”

Before she could step away though Izzy realized that her mother had never actually let go of her dick. By now it was fully hard and throbbing with need. Mother or not the warm fingers on her shaft felt good, and the girl couldn’t help but lightly pump her hips even as she tried to slap her mother’s hand away.

“Okay, but you should let me take care of this first.” Eyes going wide with shock Izzy saw her mother’s head start to dip down towards her shaft. However fucked up she might have let this situation get; getting a beejer from the woman who gave birth to her was a bridge to far for the young mutant. Shoving maybe a bit harder than she needed to Izzy sent her mother down onto her ass. Lillian looked surprised, and more than a little hurt, but she had at least let go.

Finally free of the older woman’s grip she wasted no time in hustling out of her bed room. Bustling down the stairs like she was late for school Izzy knew she must be quite a sight. Her erect member was unmistakably tenting the front of her skirt, her head just peaking out from the hem. It bounced up and down with each step. The visitors from Xavier’s school for the gifted were certainly getting an eyeful, but at this point it couldn’t be helped.

Izzy’s face was crimson with embarrassment, but she was at least hopeful that they could help her get her powers under control at last. Then maybe crap like this would stop happening to her.