Comforting Mom (Futa/Female/Male/Incest)

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Comforting Mom

(This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It features explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your thing, don't read it. If it is unlawful for you to read this type of material where you reside, don't read it. The people and events in this story are fictitious and are not meant to reflect any real-life people, events or medical conditions. This story is copyright ©2011 the author. Please do not repost without permission.)

My father died when my brother and I were still in high school.  It was a car accident, and a terrible shock to all of us.

Dad was an OB-GYN, and a very successful one. He made many wise investments with his money, and was a great believer in life insurance. While it was no comfort to us at the time, after the funeral my mother, my brother and I were pretty well set for life.

Eric and I both managed to get on with our lives and our schooling, but Mom was just devastated. She was in her mid-thirties at the time and still very attractive, but at far as she was concerned, her life was over.  I suspected that if it hadn’t been for Eric and me, she might have seriously considered suicide.  Mom is a very special kind of woman and she despaired of ever finding another man who accepted her as completely as Dad did.

Our parents met when my mother was fourteen, and a patient in Dad’s brand-new practice. Dad was ten years her senior and fresh out of med school. None of the other gynos wanted to touch her case, so as the new guy, Dad got stuck with her.

Mom was born different from most women. She has all the usual female parts and plumbing, but she also has a hefty set of male genitals sprouting directly above her female ones.  She has a form of hermaphrodism that strikes no more than one in five million, I’m told.  In plain English, she has a penis and a pair of testicles that wouldn’t look out of place on a bull. Her equipment works, too.  She gets erections all the time, and while her testes don’t produce any swimmers, she can orgasm–that is, ejaculate–just like a man. Despite that, she’s genetically female and can conceive and deliver children normally, which she did in our case: first a daughter (me), and then a son (my brother Eric).

In its soft state, her penis hangs down just past mid-thigh like a fat, rosy-pink zucchini.  It’s kind of cute, like a shiny squeeze toy.  There’s something about the way it sways that draws the eye like a hypnotist’s bauble. In its hard state, her penis becomes a telephone pole. It has a fat head with a broad coronal flange, like a church bell atop a thick, curving shaft. I was six when I first saw Mom erect, and my first thought was, Wow, that's as big as my arm!