“Kendall, you get down here right now!” Ms. Lyon shouted the moment she was inside. “I mean it. No dawdlin’. You’re not too old that I can’t cut a switch and whoop your ass!”
“Coming, Mom,” a sullen voice called.
“You see how she speaks to me,” Ms. Lyon muttered. “She never shows me any respect. Just thinks she can do whatever idea pops into her dumb head.”
“Children,” Mrs. Solomon said diplomatically.
“Right?” Ms. Lyon grinned. “Shame me and you can’t make a baby. One of us needs to have what Chloe’s packing.”
“Well, maybe I’ll knock you both up,” I said as Kendall’s footsteps descended the stairs.
She appeared a moment later, stepping out of the stairwell and rounding towards us. She took two steps and froze. She was nineteen, a year older than me. She didn’t have skin as dark as her mother’s, more of a creamy brown shade, and had a narrow face that was twisting in shock. She wore a belly shirt and jeans.
“Mom!” she gasped.
“I have great news, Kendall,” Ms. Lyon said. She threw her arms around Mrs. Solomon. “Danielle and I are in love.”
“Yes we are,” Mrs. Solomon said, pressing her cum-covered face against Ms. Lyon’s. “I love your mother so much. She’s just so important to me. I… I feel… I feel complete around her. There’s this emptiness inside of me and… It’s finally filled.”
I blinked at the emotion in her voice as Ms. Lyon let out an “Awww. I’m so glad I can fill it. You poor thing.”
They kissed, Ms. Lyon’s lips working against Mrs. Solomon’s. They turned, pressing their naked bodies together. I couldn’t help but smile. I felt tears stinging in my eyes. This was so magical. They had found love with each other. Finally.
“You’re both going to have an amazing wedding because you’re going to get married and love each other forever and ever!”
They both just kissed harder, tears spilling down their faces. I did this for them. I helped them find each other. I stared in awe at my mind-controlling panties. I was given these for a reason. They were amazing.
Why?
“What the fuck is going on?” demanded Kendall. “Getting married? Why are you naked? Is that cum on your faces? Are you two high? And what’s Chloe doing here and…” Kendall marched into the living room halted as she finally got a good look at me. “Holy shit, Chloe. You’re a guy. And hung and… But… you have boobies and…”
I sensed my opportunity and rushed at her. I thrust my panties forward, pressing them right into Kendall’s stunned face. The Black girl shuddered as she breathed in my musk. She let out a whimper. She inhaled deeply. Then again.
“Oh, my god,” she cooed.
“I know,” I said, joy bursting through me. “Isn’t it amazing? You’re going to have another mother. Mrs. Solomon’s going to be your mommy, too, after they get married.”
“It is,” Kendall moaned and then kept breathing at my panties. “Is that your pussy, Chloe.”
“It is,” I said. “I’m a futa. Isn’t that hot?”
“Uh-huh.” She sucked in more of my scent, her breasts swelling the front of the baby doll t-shirt she wore. Her nipples poked at the fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
I darted my head down and sucked on her left nipple through the fabric of her shirt. I soaked the cotton, tasting it while feeling the size of her nub. Her tits were small, but not her nipples. She shuddered as I sucked on them while she still breathed in my pussy juices.
Beside us, her mother and Mrs. Solomon kept kissing. They were having so much fun together. Their tongues were dancing. They moaned into the other’s mouth, kissing each other with such passion. It was such a delight for me to hear.
“Oh, god, Chloe,” groaned Kendall. “You have a cock and pussy. You’re amazing. Isn’t she amazing, Mom?”
Ms. Lyon broke the kiss, “Mmm, she is.”
I popped my mouth off and said, “Get naked, Kendall. I want to see that hot body of yours. I bet you’re such a sexy bitch.”
“I am a sexy bitch,” she said as I pulled my panties away from her face. I tossed it on the couch as I watched her grab the hem of her shirt.
She peeled it up her flat stomach. She had curving hips. I stroked my futa-cock, watching for the unveiling of her breasts. They came out nice and perky. They had a lovely jiggle to them. Unlike her mother, her nipples were pink.
I think her dad was White.
She threw her shirt down and grinned at me. “What do you think of these tatas?”
“Hot!” I said. “They’re small like mine, but you got bigger nipples.”
“You are cute,” she said and then unzipped the skinny jeans she wore. She wiggled her hips, working them off. The fuchsia waistband of her thong appeared. The narrow strip of cloth descended towards her crotch then vanished between her thighs.
“Ooh, you have a yummy looking twat,” I said at the sight of her thong molded to the obviously shaved vulva. Her pussy lips were outlined against the bright cloth, a dark spot spreading from the middle.
“Thanks,” she said. “Yours is hard to see. You got those balls in the way.”
I lifted them to the side to let her see my blonde bush dripping in my cream. She licked her lips as she stepped out of her jeans. Then she hooked the waistband of her thong. She peeled them off, pulling the cloth from her pussy lips.
Silky strands of cunt juices connected her vulva to her panties for a moment. Then they snapped.
She stepped out of her thong and stood before me, licking her lips. Her eyes were wild as she stared at my cock. She hungered for me. Then she fell to her knees and nuzzled into my balls. She sucked on them.
I had a blowjob already. Right now, I wanted to fuck some pussy.
I glanced at the new lesbian couple, a wicked idea popping into my head. “Ms. Lyon, seat your new girlfriend on the couch and then sit on her. Get your pussies really close together. You both want Kendall to lick your cunts. You love your daughter eating you out. You both want it so badly. And so do you, Kendall. Want to eat them, I mean.”
“Of coursed I do,” Kendall moaned and then sucked one of my girly balls into my mouth.
I let her nurse on me, my futa-dick throbbing as Ms. Lyon cooed, “I can’t wait to feel you licking our cunts, Kendall. I just know you’ll do a good job. Or else…”
“No more yelling at your daughter unless she’s actually done something wrong,” I said. “You have Mrs. Solomon. You don’t need to be a bitch any longer.”
Ms. Lyon blinked and then she shuddered. “You’re right, Ms. Quick. I should have realized that. She’s grown up. Not a child any longer.”
“She’s going to eat our pussies,” purred Mrs. Solomon. “She’s grown up. Ooh, I can’t wait until we get married. I want to adopt her. Be her mother, too.”
“Yes,” Ms. Lyon said. “What’s the earliest we can get married?”
“No idea. We’ll find out. Tomorrow.” Mrs. Solomon smiled. “Right now, our daughter has to eat our pussies.”
“Yes!”
I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing over Kendall’s head. The naughty girl sucked and nibbled on my balls. Her tongue felt amazing. While she did that, her mother pushed Mrs. Solomon down on the couch and straddled her. Mrs. Solomon’s pussy was right on the edge. Beneath that chocolate ass, Ms. Lyon’s pressed her twat close to her fiancee’s.