FOR THE LOVE OF LIES (futa, f, incest, story)

This is a new story. Inspired by a great morph. Thank you to the morpher!!! This is a start for more chaps later. There is story so please read it. It will matter later. And so much more sex later also. I know I'm a fucking tease but it will pan out. Trust me.

FOR THE LOVE OF LIES

Just what could Leslie Turner do but coo softly as her eleven year old daughter Renee sucked so sweetly on her very large yet pointy prow for her breakfast. It wasn’t Leslie’s fault really. She had been surrounded by lies, lived by lies, hell, she WAS a lie!

Once Renee had her fill with a bright “THANKS”, Leslie gently swatted that oh so nice ass and sent her on her way to school as she dropped her nightie hem over her hanging appendage.

Her other daughter, Misty, seemed older than her nine years. Unlike Renee, Misty was born like her mother, a hermaphrodite. “Hey Mom. Renee gone?”

“Yes, just left.”

“Cool. She get her breakfast?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I’ll give her dessert tonight.” Leslie stifled a knowing smile.

Because Misty went to another school and took the bus, she got to go later than her sister. Leslie poured cereal into a bowl in front of Misty, dropped the spaghetti straps on her sleepware and leant over, allowing her mega mamms to hang down heavily. It seemed to be a common morning ritual.

Misty giggled as she grasped one of the drooping DDD orbs and began to expertly draw down and expel her mother’s milk into her bowl with surprising ease.

Again, Leslie sighed contentedly, feeling the pressure ebb from her right breast. And Misty knew just when to switch to the other teat, releasing more pent up pressure, easily filling the bowl with warm breast milk.

Reluctantly releasing the massive, soft udder, Misty dug into her cereal with gusto.

“Hey Mom!” Leslie looked at her daughter with disdain as she holstered her melons under her thin nightie again.

“Misty, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Misty swallowed. “Sorry. Hey, you gonna get me that blow up thing from the catalog today?”

“Yes, I said I would. I can’t believe you actually need one yet.”

“Mom, I’m like you. I NEED it. Make sure it’s the big one.”

“I will. You better get to the bus stop or you’ll miss it.”

Misty wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood up, grabbing her book bag. “See ya Mom.”

Leslie walked her youngest to the door, kissing her on the top of her head and watched as she walked down the sidewalk and to the side of the house. Closing the door Leslie trotted back into the kitchen and looked out the sink window. The bus stop was only two doors away.

A forlorn look appeared on her face. Feeling the low sun she let the straps slide down her arms, baring her baby bags to the warm glow of morning light. She watched the children congregate and talk while some mothers hovered about until the bus came.

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