Futa Naked in School Ch. 12

SMACK!

It was like pain was linked to pleasure.

SMACK!

That the two fuzzed and blurred together.

SMACK!

The line between rapture and agony wasn't neat, but porous, allowing one to permeate the other. They bled from rapture to pain, from agony to ecstasy.

SMACK!

Especially when someone special did the spanking.

"Mom!" I gasped, shuddering from my twelfth spank. "I... I..."

SMACK!

"I was scared of my feelings!" These words spilled out of the depth of my soul. "Feelings for you!"

CRACK!

The blow landed on my lower thigh again. Pain flared up to my pussy, melting my passion. My dick twitched and throbbed. It was incredible. My gasps choked off my words.

SMACK!

"It's why I stayed away," I panted, squirming. "Because... because... I felt so ashamed that I could have feelings for you. You're my mother."

SMACK!

"I know society thinks it's okay for us, but... I was hung up on the old ways. I tried to ignore my desires for you."

SMACK!

"I tried to bury it with meaningless sex. I fucked every girl and futa I could."

SMACK!"

"But I always thought about you, mom! I... I... I want you! I want to eat your pussy again!"

SMACK!

I could feel the breathless silence in the room. Everyone was watching me bare my soul to my mother. My ass burned after nineteen spankings. Tears spilled out of my eyes. The pressure at the tip of my cock was incredible. My pussy clenched, the agony bleeding into an ecstasy that fed the heat in my ovaries.

My cum boiled.

"What are you saying?" my mother groaned.

I could see it clearly. The shame I felt wasn't because what we were doing was incest, but because she was my deceased futa-mother's wife. I was taking futa-mom's place by loving my mother. It was so clear to me. But futa-mom would want her to be happy.

Us to be happy.

"That I want you, mom!" I moaned. "That I... That I love you."

A gasp burst from one of the girls. Then sighing awe.

"I love you, mom, and I'm sorry for skipping your classes and avoiding you, I was just so ashamed that I was... was... betraying futa-mom. I tried to convince myself it was wrong. I lied to myself that it was only that we were committing incest. But I thought about you with every girl and futa I fucked this week. I wanted it to be you. It was so hot when you set on my face while Genevieve rode me. I loved watching you masturbate while Samantha fucked me. Now... now... I love you!"

SMACK!

The final spanking landed not on my ass or my upper thighs, but on my pussy.

It was partially cushioned by my bush, but my labia felt it. The pain burst through my delicate folds. This amazing rapture that shot pleasure down to the tip of my girl-cock. My back arched, my auburn hair dancing around my face as the agony of the twentieth and final spanking slammed into my swelling orgasm.

I exploded.

My girl-cock erupted. My hot cum fired out the tip of my clit-dick. My pussy convulsed. As my jizz splattered the front of my mom's desk, my cream gushed down my thighs and shaft. I quivered on the desk, stars exploding across my vision.

It was incredible.

Intense.

I drowned in the pain-fueled ecstasy. I moaned out in wordless delight. My pussy convulsed, aching to be filled by something. My futa-cock spurted a final time, wasting my girl-spunk on the side of the desk. I trembled, my ass burning.

My orgasm peaked.

I died into gasping, panting shuddering bliss.

The silence held the classroom. I could hear my mother's breathing and the shift of chairs. Desks creaked. Clothing rustled. Everyone was staring at me. They heard my confession. My feelings for my mother. My professor.

It went against the rules for professors and other staff members to have relationships with their students. Only during the Program, and only as part of lessons, could a professor do anything to a student. I swallowed, trembling, realizing this was our only chance to have each other.

Once this period ended, my time in the Program was over. We'd have to wait until I graduated or she quit.

I tensed, realizing I wasted the last few days with my pointless guilt and shame. My cheeks burned as much as my ass. I felt so terrible. I could hear her panting. Her breath ragged. Then she cleared her throat.

"Aftercare," mom said, her clothing rustling. "Aftercare is important in BDSM. If you and your partner go down this road, you have to make sure that if you're the dominant that you make sure your submissive is okay. That you soothe her hurts."

"Aftercare?" President McTaggart asked.

"Yes," my mother said. "If you love the futa you disciplined, you have to take care of her after spanking her. I'm giving a lesson, President McTaggart. My futa-daughter is enrolled in the Program."

"Of course," the president said. "Teach away. I'll just... observe."

I lifted my tear-stained face from the desk and peered over my shoulder at my mother. She had her wrap-like blouse open, her round breasts constrained in a purple bra. She shrugged out of her top, her tits heaving.

My heart beat faster as I watched her strip. There were twenty other people watching us, futas and girls that I had fucked mixed in with them, and yet there was only my mother. Her fiery hair fell around her flushed face. Her green eyes held this wild passion in them.

She felt the same thing I did. This same attraction. How long had it grown in her? How long had she wanted to act on her desires, to touch my eighteen-year-old body and love me the way a woman loved her futa?

Did she finally seize her chance only to think that she'd ruined it when I'd acted so strange? I wanted to apologize to her. To fall to my knees and eat her pussy out in apology for what I had done to her. I didn't want to make her feel terrible.

She unhooked her bra, her eyes locked on me. She shrugged the purple straps off her shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell, her cheeks flushed and burning. She licked her lips as her bra cups slipped away, revealing her lush breasts.

They weren't as perky or firm as the coed hotties and futas I'd been enjoying, but they were still lovely. They still had a delicious shape and a wonderful sway. They were the breasts of a woman, mature and lovely. Her dusky nipples thrust hard before her, begging to be loved.

"Mom," I groaned, loving the sight of my mother's tits.

"Mmm, Johana, you are just such a delicious thing. Mommy's going to take care of you. You're forgiven."

I shuddered, my eyes widened. Those simple words. I nodded my head. "Thank you. I... I won't ever skip class again. or..." I swallowed. "Or pretend I don't desire you. Don't love you."

Her smile grew as she slid her hands down her toned stomach, her daily workout paying off. She reached her short skirt. Her hands slid around it and found the clasp on the side. She unfastened it then a short zipper rasped.

"Damn," Samantha moaned in the background as my mother's skirt dropped revealing she was without panties.

"Forgot something when getting dressed, Molly?" the president asked.

"No," my mother said. "Never liked them."

"Your mom is awesome," said Monica. "Oh, Johana, I'm so jealous, but... but... I get it."

"Hell, yeah," said Samantha. "You're lucky."

"Quiet," admonished the president. "Let Miss Jordan teach her lesson."

"Mmm, so you need to love your futa," said mom as she leaned over me. "If you've spanked her ass, then you should kiss all over her butt-cheeks."

Her silky hair brushed my burning rump. I groaned at the soft caress. My pussy clenched and my futa-dick throbbed. I wiggled more, my heart racing as the pleasure surged over me. I bit my lip, wanting to moan out in wild need.

Her lips brushed my ass.

"Mom!" I gasped.

"Yes, yes, you want to kiss her butt-cheeks." Smooch. "And lick her everywhere."

My mother kissed and smooched over my rump. Her tongue licked out, cooling my ass. Everywhere her lips touched sent soothing delight through me. I relaxed, the pain fading as she moved around my right butt-cheek, her touch fleeting, teasing.

I wiggled and groaned, my dick throbbing. Pussy juices dribbled down my shaft. My nipples ached as her lips crossed my butt-crack and smooched along my left asscheek. Her tongue flicked around one stinging spot.

"Just take away all her hurt and show her how much you love her," purred my mother. This incestuous thrill shot through me. It felt so right.

Her tongue licked across my butt-cheeks, soothing it all away. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter. Her right hand stroked up and down my thigh. She brushed through the trickles of cream leaking out of me.

She traced one up. I quivered, my cunt clenching as this tingle raced up my thigh ahead of her touch. My breath quickened, my nipples throbbing against the desk. I whimpered, wiggling back and forth as she went higher and higher.

Then she brushed my pussy folds.

I gasped as the rapture surged out of me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. This wild heat rushed through me. I panted, my nipples throbbing. I swallowed as she stroked up and down my labia, from my cock's base up to my taint.

"Mmm, stroke your futa's pussy while you do this," mom said. "And even lick her asshole. She'll like that."

Chairs shifted. Clothing rustled behind us as my mother pressed her face between the cheeks of my rump. I groaned in delight as her tongue darted over my asshole. She teased me. Her caresses were wicked. They made me tremble. My hips wiggled back and forth as she rimmed my asshole and stroked my pussy.

Then my mother thrust her fingers into my incestuous depths. She filled me with her passion. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on her digits. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes, yes, mom!" I panted. "Oh, mom, you're making me feel so good."

"See how relaxed she is," purred mom. "Mmm, she loves it when I lick her asshole."

"I had no idea futas like that, too," Genevieve said.

Adile giggled. "Yes, you like it, don't you?"

"Hush," said President McTaggart, her voice strained. "No talking, but... but... masturbate if you have to."

Clothing rustled loudly now. I didn't care as I heard panting breaths from my classmates. I had my mother's tongue rimming my asshole and her fingers plundering my pussy. My girl-cock twitched and throbbed. My toes curled as this wonderful heat rippled through my body.

I loved it. I drank it in. The pleasure rippled through me. I smiled in delight. This was such an incredible treat to enjoy. A wonderful, wicked passion. My body shook, my cunt squeezing down on the fingers reaming in my cunt.

"Mom!" I moaned, hearing my classmates masturbating as they watched. "Oh, mom, you're making me feel so good."

"Even wiggle your tongue into her asshole," mom continued. "That's a wonderful thing to do when fingering your futa's pussy."

"Or for a girl?" asked Samantha. "Is that something you should do, too?"

"For Rosario?" asked Araceli.

"Yes, yes, do this on a girl, too!" mom moaned and then thrust her tongue into my asshole.

My anal ring parted for my mother's tongue. She wiggled it around inside my bowels. It was so different. My toes curled at the wicked delight of it. I groaned, my heart racing as she feasted on me, her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt.

I groaned out in pure rapture, the pain in my ass almost all forgotten. My heart hammered in my chest. The delight pumped through my veins as my mother thrust her two digits faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My bowels savored her tongue's stroking delights.

"That's incredible," I groaned. "Oh, mom, yes. Yes!"

Incestuous delight shot through me. My cock throbbed. I was so hard. My tip ached. Pussy juices gathered on the tip, beading there. They tickled my cock's tip as I squirmed. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face, tripping her as she feasted on my asshole.

Her fingers thrust faster and faster into me. She plunged her tongue in and out of my asshole while I moaned and gasped. My back arched. My nipples drank in the smooth feel of the desk. My orgasm built and built.

"Mom, mom, please, stop!" I gasped.

"What?" she moaned, pulling her head away, something like trepidation in her voice.

"I'm going to cum! I don't want to waste this load. I want to cum in your pussy!" I shuddered. "I want to flood the pussy that birthed me with my futa-seed!"

"That's beautiful," whimpered Monica. "Do it, Miss Jordan, make love to your futa-daughter."

"Yes, yes, this is so hot!" groaned Adile.

"Incest is amazing!"

"Continue your lesson, Molly!" panted the president. Was she jerking off her cock, too?

"When your futa is ready, and your pussy is dripping for her cock, she's ready," moaned my mother as she rose. She ripped her fingers out of my twat. "You make love to her in whatever way you prefer. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, bent over a desk, pinned against the wall, spooning, or even peg her with your favorite strap-on."

I shuddered at that.

"I'm going to make love to my futa-daughter," my mother said. "Incest is a beautiful thing."

"Yes!" I moaned in agreement.

I rolled over to face her, a gorgeous woman flushed with her arousal. My ass ached against the cool caress of the desk. I didn't care; my eyes locked on her. She sucked my pussy juices off her finger as she mounted the desk. Her lovely breasts heaved while my eyes flicked down to her flat stomach to her fiery bush.

Her curls glistened with her juices. I remembered the tangy flavor from Monday.

She wanted me. She burned with the same incestuous passion that had my clit-dick hard and throbbing. She straddled me. My hands went to her breasts, grasping those plump mounds I nursed from as a baby. She grasped my girl-cock.

I shuddered as she raised me up towards her fiery bush. Towards the pussy that had birthed me. My mother wanted me. I groaned as she pressed the pink crown of my cock into her silky pubic hair. Her juicy curls brushed me.

Then I felt the wet heat of her incestuous hole.

"Johana," she whimpered.

"Mom," I groaned as she wiggled her hips, sliding her labia around my cock, sending delight rippling down my shaft.

My cunt clenched in anticipation.

Then my mother impaled herself down my girl-dick. I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cock. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me as she engulfed every inch of my futa-dick. I throbbed in her, savoring this wicked moment. I squeezed her breasts as I groaned in delight.

"Johana, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, her pussy clenching around me.

To my shock, she orgasmed.

It was like the taboo thrill of engulfing her futa-daughter's clit-dick set her off. An incestuous thrill that detonated her climax. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I groaned at the silky writhe. I shuddered on the table, my heart screaming through my chest.

"Johana!" she gasped, her back arching, her breasts jiggling in my grip.

I heard the students and the president panting and moaning. They were pleasing themselves, watching us share in this taboo delight. I didn't care. I focused on this wonderful moment of my mother's pussy spasming around my girl-dick.

Then she rose her body. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. It was incredible to feel. The best pussy I'd been in all week. Better than Monica's or Genevieve's. Better than deflowering Madeleine's virgin twat.

This was my mother's pussy. The woman whom I loved.

She slammed her pussy down me, her flesh rippling around me. I groaned as her breasts shook. I gripped them, my small titties quivering. Mom rotated her hips, stirring her pussy around my girl-dick while her fiery bush pressed into my darker-auburn pubic hair.

"Mom!" I groaned. "Oh, damn, mom."

"I know!" she gasped as she rose again, her pussy sliding up my cock, gripping me in spasming heaven. "Oh, goddess, I know. You're incredible. So thick and hard. Oh, yes, yes!"

She slammed back down me. She took my cock to the hilt. I groaned, my back arching. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in her cunt. The pleasure spilled around me. I whimpered, my toes curling. My heart pounded in my chest.

Her hips swiveled from side to side. She worked that wonderful, delicious, amazing pussy up and down my girl-dick. I groaned, my toes curling. It was such a treat to experience. A delight to enjoy. I never wanted this to end. I wanted this passion to burn through me for all eternity.

Her twat rode up and down my girl-dick, spasming, convulsing, teasing me. My hands kneaded her breasts as I loved every moment of it. I stared into her green eyes, saw the love shining down at me. My sexy mother smiled at me, her hands stroking up my sides.

She cupped my little titties.

"Mom! Mom!" I groaned. "I love you."

She leaned over farther, her hands squeezing my A cups. Her thumbs swept over my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my clit-dick buried in her pussy. I gripped her breasts, her nubs rubbing into my palms.

"I love you, too," she purred. "Johana... My darling futa-daughter. I carried you in my womb. I made you. You're perfect."

A surge of passion washed through me. My hands shot from her breasts to cup her face. I pulled her down, pressing her tits into mine. Our nipples kissed as our lips devoured each other. I tasted the sour musk of my asshole. The naughty flavor enhanced our kiss.

With a groan, I rolled us over. I had to be on top.

She squealed into the kiss as I drove my clit-dick into her juicy pussy. I fucked her the way a futa should fuck her woman. Her sexy mother. Incestuous passion rushed through me. This wild, wanton drive propelled my hips, my cock burying into her juicy depths again and again.

She moaned and gasped. She shuddered on me. I buried into her over and over. Her fingers grabbed my fiery rump. She squeezed me. Kneaded me. I kissed her with such passion as she dug her digits into my asshole.

The pain sweetened it.

As did her squeals.

She came again on my clit-dick.

My mother's incestuous flesh writhed about me. Her pussy spasmed around me, massaging me as I plunged into her hard and fast. The ache built and built at the tip of my girl-dick. That need to erupt into her swelled.

I was so close. I would explode into her. Our tongues dueled together. I plunged my tongue into her. I reveled in this wicked delight. My heart pounded so fast. My hips buried into her again and again. Her pussy gripped me.

That delicious twat held me.

I kissed her with so much passion. My tongue danced through her mouth as we loved each other. Pants and moans echoed around us. Girls and futas cried out in their own ecstasy as my orgasm built and built, my mother's pussy bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.

"Do it," she whimpered. "Cum in me, Johana. I love you."

"I love you, mom!" I gasped and buried my cock into her twat.

My futa-seed erupted into her.

I spasmed atop her. I shuddered as her convulsing pussy milked my cock. I moaned out in incestuous delight as I spilled blast after blast of my girl-cum into her. My twat spasmed. Waves of rapture and jolts of ecstasy filled my body with bliss.

My mind melted.

"I'm not on the shot," my mother whispered into my ear. "Give me another baby."

"Mom!" I gasped, my orgasm intensifying.

My futa-cum fired out of my clit-dick with powerful eruptions. The ecstasy slammed into my mind. My pussy convulsed harder. Waves of rapture washed through my body as I trembled atop her. If this was the only time we could make love until I graduated in four years, then we would make the most of it.

I kissed her hard as her pussy writhed about me. She milked out my incestuous girl-seed. She drained my ovaries as she quivered beneath me. Our breasts rubbed together as I hurtled towards that amazing peak of pleasure.