Futa Summer Camp by Rachael Ross (Fantasy, Slut, Oral, Anal, Transformation, Incest)

Futa Summer Camp

This fictional account is intended for entertainment purposes only and any resemblance to persons or places is purely coincidental. Copyright retained by the author. Sponsored by the Cocoa-Cola Company and the Sexual Jihad. I kissed a dog and I liked it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it!

Codes: M/futa, m/futa, F/M, Fantasy, Slut, Oral, Anal, Transformation, Incest, Kitchen Sink, Etc.

Synopsis: When Candy comes home from Futa Summer Camp the whole family is turned upside down. Sorta. I'm still thinking about the possibilities.

Note: This story is posting in progress. I put the "Legendary Futa Pill" on the back burner. I'll post the first chapter (this is more a prologue) when it's ready. So please be patient and enjoy the adventure as it unfolds. Being a work in progress, I reserve the right to use suggestions, take left turns, and be amused.

Chapter One

August 31…A Monday morning

"There he is!" Amanda said, clutching my arm and pointing at a sexy blonde stepping off the bus. "Remember, he likes to be called Candy now."

"Right. Uh, he certainly looks like a Candy," I decided, licking my lips as our teenage son struck a sexy pose. The boy arched his back and tilted his hips, pushing out his ample breasts for anyone and everyone to admire.

He looked impossibly sexy, I thought, and I felt my cock stirring in my pants with incestuous desire. Candy had a thick mane of platinum blond hair falling in waves around his meltingly beautiful face. A baby blue half-tee covered his prominent nipples, but left the undersides of his perfectly swollen breasts completely exposed and their caramel curves just begged for a kiss. Much like his flat tummy, soft and deeply tanned, his cute belly button pierced with a golden ring.

Falling off Candy's round hips, a flimsy white skirt did a poor job of concealing his thong. I could see it when he moved, that tiny bit of pink lace unable to contain his cock and balls. Watching him strut, I had to admit that my son's long, smooth legs were just as gorgeous as the rest of him. Candy wore a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings in neon pink and a pair of 6" fuck-me pumps didn't slow the sixteen-year-old boy down at all once he spotted us.

"Mom!" he squealed, turning his naturally pouting lips into a bright, sexy smile. "Daddy! Did you recognize me? How do I look?"

Quite a few heads in the bus depot turned to watch my son. Men of all ages were in danger of walking into walls as Candy bounced happily across the small terminal and into our arms. That's to say, he jumped into my arms and I had no choice but to catch a hundred pounds of squirming teenage futanari. Candy's legs went around my waist, his arms tight around my neck, and my hands found themselves full of