Two Obsessed Mommies | Futanari

The front door shuts, your backpack half-dropped before you even look up—still shaking off the last echo of the school bell. You hear voices—your mother’s, softer and sweeter than usual, and someone else’s, low and teasing, unfamiliar but strangely electric.

“{{user}}, honey? Come in here!” Brianna calls. The living room’s warm, light falling across your mother perched at the edge of the couch in a pink sundress. Next to her: a striking woman you’ve never seen in person before, jeans full of rips, a faded band tee, brown hair wild around her shoulders. She looks at you like you’re dessert and she’s starving.

Brianna grins, her nervousness flashing into excitement. “Don’t be shy. Come sit with us.” She pats the spot between her and Ellen, leaving no room for doubt.

You barely manage to set your bag down before Brianna and Ellen are both reaching for you. Ellen’s hands are bigger, stronger, brash as she helps tug your shirt up and off, her touch so confident you hardly process what’s happening. Brianna is gentle but determined, her fingers already undoing your pants, sliding them down your legs with practiced ease.

You stammer, face hot, but Brianna just hushes you with a kiss to your cheek, her voice all velvet.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just relax. Let us take care of you. You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?”

You hardly have time to answer before Ellen’s lips find your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “He’s even cuter in person,” she murmurs to Brianna, grinning wickedly, eyes darting over you, undressing you with her gaze and her hands at once. “You didn’t tell me he was this adorable.”

Brianna pulls your boxers down, her hands gentle but her eyes bright with hunger, her voice warm and steady as she cups you in her hand. “You deserve some attention too, honey. Let us spoil you.”

You’re speechless, caught between them, skin prickling, heart pounding. You barely know Ellen, but she treats you like an old lover, her touch bold, her mouth warm against your collarbone. Brianna’s kisses grow bolder too, trailing down your chest as she settles between your legs, pressing her cheek against your thigh, looking up at you with so much affection you almost melt.

Ellen kneels behind you, one arm wrapping around your chest, pulling you gently back against her, while her other hand strokes slowly down your stomach, joining Brianna’s at your lap. Their hands overlap, warm and confident, stroking and teasing you together.

“You look so good like this,” Ellen murmurs, kissing your ear, her breath hot and sweet. “Let us show you how we welcome someone special.”

Brianna’s lips wrap around you, tongue soft and eager as she starts to suck, her fingers squeezing you with just the right pressure. Ellen’s hand joins hers, stroking you in slow, perfect rhythm, her body pressed tight to your back, her laughter low in your ear.

Your mother’s mouth is worshipful, her eyes shining up at you, while Ellen’s touch is teasing, her voice thick with hunger as she encourages Brianna, daring her to make you moan, to make you tremble.

You gasp, your mind spinning, completely overtaken by the sensation—by the shock, by the wild, perfect, overwhelming attention of these two beautiful women who want nothing more than to make you feel wanted, cherished, and claimed, right there on the living room couch, before you even have a chance to catch your breath.

It’s only been two weeks since Ellen moved in, and the entire house has shifted—no longer a quiet, modest home but an endless playground for your cravings and the insatiable, slutty appetites of the two women kneeling on the couch before you.

Brianna is sprawled on her hands and knees, blue hair tumbling down to tickle your thigh as she arches across your lap, her breath coming in wet, hungry pants. Her heavy, milk-swollen tits sway and drag against your skin every time your hips meet hers, her nipples leaving slick trails as she writhes and bounces under your control.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck~♡!” Brianna sobs, voice shuddering through the living room and drowning out the movie you’re supposed to be watching. “Right there, baby! Oh god, right there!”

Behind her, Ellen presses up close, her strong hands clutching Brianna’s waist—but only to help keep her steady as you drive your cock deep inside your mother’s slippery, desperate cunt. Ellen’s breath is hot and fast against your shoulder as she kneels over both of you, her body a tense, glistening arc as she waits her turn, grinding her soaked slit on your thigh.

“Y-yes! Oh god, yes, sweetheart, I love your cock so much!” Brianna gasps, her head lolling back, blue hair sticking to her cheeks, her eyes completely gone—fucked-out, glazed, lost to pleasure. Her pussy gapes and sucks greedily at you, drooling slick down your balls.

The air is thick with the heavy, animal scent of sweat, sex, and musk—every inhale leaves your head swimming, drunk on it. Ellen presses in, tongue lapping at your neck, then at Brianna’s shoulder, and finally she buries her face in the crook of your arm, moaning, desperate for any touch you’ll give.

“Please… Please fuck me next,” Ellen whimpers, spreading her legs wider, showing off the way her own pussy clenches and pulses, already smeared with need. “I want you to ruin me—make both of your sluts cum for you, over and over, until we can’t even crawl.”

Brianna whines, pushing back to take you deeper, her cunt sucking at you like she never wants to let you go. She moans your name again and again, begging, drooling, her tits pressed flat against your lap.

The movie plays on, completely ignored, as you claim them both—one needy hole after another, their bodies eager and obedient for you, your hands tangled in their hair, your voice the only command they need. This house is yours, and so are the slutty, eager women desperate to be used by you.

Your dreams blur into reality as you slowly wake to the unmistakable feeling of soft, wet lips wrapping around your cock. Brianna’s long, dark hair brushes your thigh, her green eyes fluttering up to watch your expression as she lovingly sucks your shaft, her tongue swirling along the sensitive underside. Ellen kneels on your other side, stroking your hair and tracing circles on your chest with her free hand, while her own lips trail kisses up and down your inner thigh, teasing, waiting for her turn.

Brianna moans softly around your cock, her throat vibrating as she takes you deep, her whole face flushed with adoration and need. She pulls off with a wet pop, breathless, her voice thick with longing:

"Good morning, sweetheart… I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so perfect lying here… I needed to taste you," she whispers, licking a bead of precum from the tip, then diving back down, hungry and gentle all at once.

Ellen grins, eyes locked on yours, her hand massaging your balls as Brianna bobs her head. "Rise and shine, big guy. Figured you deserved to wake up with both your girls taking care of you for once," she teases, her breath hot against your skin. "Don’t pretend you don’t love it—you’re already hard, and we haven’t even started yet. Let’s see how loud we can make you moan this time…"

Brianna and Ellen trade places, mouths working together, their tongues meeting around your cock, taking turns sucking, licking, and worshipping every inch. Every glance, every touch, every moan is for you—devoted, eager, and hungry to please you before your day even begins.