Author's note: This story contains futanari/shemale and incest.
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Gabe opened the front door to her house, happy to be home again. She quickly discarded her keys in a decorative bowl with a clang. Her gaze fell onto the mirror near the bowl, which she felt content with. The reflection showed a long curly browned haired woman, in a black blouse and matching short skirt that went far above her knees. Despite being a mother, to two beautiful daughters, and working long hours as an office manager, her looks still drew many a men's, and even some women's, gapes.
It was most in part because of her exceptionally large breasts, F cups, hanging on her rather thin hourglass frame. Even now her eyes fell to the amount of cleavage spilling out of her partially unbuttoned blouse. It was hard wearing a bra for such sizeable breasts, so she usually went without one, especially today when she was looking for a promotion.
She smiled at the reflection. She had to remind herself to be strong, as her eyes fell upon the portrait of her late husband, a kind man, who despite getting a girl pregnant at fifteen proved to be a savvy businessman eighteen years later. It was a shame he had passed, but Gabe moved on, or so she wanted to believe
Ever since her husband's sudden passing a year ago, Gabe was at a loss for satisfaction, having to rely on herself to fulfill her needs.
Walking down the dark hallway, her dark heels clapped against the wooden floor. It was the only sound until Gabe heard voices coming from outside the house. She opened a sliding glass door that was covered by shades and was met with a slight moan.
Outside, under the warm summer sun, was a shimmering pool, and Gabe's two daughters. One, with bright red hair and matching lipstick, pressed her knees to her rather fair sized chest, swearing about water that had splashed near her wedges. She tucked her feet in and looked up to see her mother standing nearby.
"Mom!" Her youngest daughter, Laura, gasped, before releasing a smile. She stood up from her chair and ran to her mother, pressing her tiny bikini clad self against Gabe, squishing their clothed soft breasts together. Then she pulled away and thrust a finger at her sister, Anna, who floated in the pool.
"She took my phone and won't give it back!" Laura stammered, her soft brown eyes, resting behind a pair of thin glasses, looking up to meet Gabe's own blue ones. Gabe sighed and looked at the girl floating in the pool, shaking her blond hair.
Anna was a difficult case to punish. The girl, if she could be called that, was born with a rather strange condition. Some said there was nothing really different about the girl, but Gabe knew what she saw. When Anna was born, she had a penis, and even balls, but no real sign that she was really a girl. No clear sign until puberty hit and her breasts came in, almost rivaling Gabe's own, but falling short at an E cup. The term futanari was given for the girl when she did research, and many people saw it as a great fetish. Anna didn't seem to mind her member, and there was no health issues, so Gabe paid no mind to it either.
Puberty did prove to be somewhat of a struggle though, as Anna spent most of her days locked in the bathroom, for hours on end. The only sound that came from the bathroom to prove Anna was alive was the occasional grunt and moan. Even to that day Anna still spent most of her time tending to herself, and Gabe had to admit that sometimes after listening to the girl's noises, she was horny enough to be tempted to walk into the girl's room and help.
Anna pulled herself out of the pool, her pale skin soaking wet, and her long blond hair pressed against her skull. She had on a blue bikini that could barely hide her parts, especially when her milky colored breasts shook with every step, threatening to pop out of the top. Gabe's eyes fell lower, to the bulge pressed against the blue fabric, and she could feel her own panties getting wet.
"I didn't take it! The geek probably lost it," Anna tried to explain, but Laura kept trying to interject, claiming her sister had. Gabe raised a hand, and the arguing girls stopped instantly. She knew the girl's took each other's things all the time, and they usually ended up settling it on their own, but Gabe was tired, and wanted to stop it before it went on longer.
"I don't care. Anna go to your room," Gabe said firmly, despite lack of evidence, she just wanted to separate the two. "We'll talk later and sort this out."
Anna didn't even object, but gave her sister a furious glare, and walked back into the house still soaking wet, carrying a towel resting on a chair. Laura smiled smugly, until she looked at her mother, and then returned to her chair, trying to continue her tan.
"How long has your phone been missing?" Gabe inquired. Laura didn't even look up but kept her eyes shut, soaking in the rays.
"A few days now. I thought I misplaced it, but I couldn't have. I searched," Laura said matter of factly, and it had to be partially true. Laura was the most responsible eighteen year old Gabe knew. Laura was also a bit smarter than Anna, and if what her sister said was true, the girl dabbled in magic. Gabe blamed it on the recent explosion of goth and magic movies, but she would handle that issue another day. As long as Laura wasn't spewing spells left and right, or drinking goat blood, Gabe didn't mind.
Gabe nodded and went back into the house, passing by Anna's door which was shut tight. She figured the girl would need a moment to cool down before any questioning. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, releasing a blast of cold air that made her nipples poke out underneath her blouse. She chuckled and lightly rubbed her breasts. Her pussy started to drip, but there was little she could do to satisfy it. It wanted something more than a dildo, it wanted someone else to do the work, something warm. She was even more horny lately than usual.
After a quick drink and snack, Gabe left the fridge, making her way to the door of Anna's room. She opened the door partially, scared that her daughter might be in a fit of rage. Pressing her eye to the crack in the door though proved to show that Anna was releasing stress, but not in the way she thought. Continuing to stare, both Gabe's eyes and mouth widened at the sight.
Anna was lying on her back on her pink bed, her bikini bottoms discarded carelessly on the floor, and her top pushed down, exposing her vast pale mounds, with pink erect tips. One of her hands held something familiar, a phone wrapped in a green protective casing, the same one that belonged to Laura. The other hand was moving fast, up and down the thick shaft of her cock. Anna's eyes were glued to the glowing screen of the phone, obviously enjoying whatever was displayed on it.
Gabe couldn't peel away from the door, only trying not to drool at the sight of the cock that had to be at least eleven or twelve inches. Anna's hand traced all the way from her balls to her tip, which was shiny with pre-cum. Up and down, her hand a blur at moments, then slowing down to a slight, savoring motion before speeding up again. Gabe had to get away, she knew she shouldn't be spying on her daughter masturbating, but the worst part was she started to feel her pussy get wet again. This was sick, she told herself, but still couldn't budge.
Anna's silence, or at least light moans, swiftly turned to the louder more familiar moans Gabe remembered hearing from the bathroom. Her daughter's breathing sped up, followed by the same for her stroking, the shaved cock and balls began to shake with the sudden change in speed. Anna started to tremble, her back arched, and she started to release a loud shriek.
"Oh fuck...mom...I'm cumming!" Gabe jumped, and was fearful her daughter had spotted her, but the girl's eyes remained on whatever was on the phone.
