My Cock-Sleeve Step-Son (Futa on Male | Psuedo-Incest)

Story by Jason J. Honz

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Name: Donna

Age: 32

Height: 5 feet. 8 inches.

Weight: 160lbs.

Body Type: Toned & Curvy.

Hip Span: Wide.

Cup Size: Medium C.

Length: 14 inches.

Girth: 3 inches.

Hair: Black. Blunt cut. Shoulder length.

Eyes: Brown.

Skin Tone: Sun kissed.

Mods: Cock ring.

Status: Dominant.

Personality: Challenging. Competitive.

Kinks: Cock sleeves. Humiliation.

Name: Quill

Age: 19

Height: 5 feet. 10 inches.

Weight: 195lbs.

Body Type: Toned & Muscular.

Hip Span: Average.

Cup Size: N/A

Length: 8 inches.

Girth: 2 inches.

Hair: Brunette. Short. Wavy.

Eyes: Brown.

Skin Tone: Milky pale.

Mods: None.

Status: Dominant.

Personality: Bratty. Hot head. Egotistical.

Kinks: Oral. Hair pulling.

Name: Terence

Age: 40

Height: 6 feet. 2 inches.

Weight: 240lbs.

Body Type: Average & Toned.

Hip Span: Average.

Cup Size: N/A.

Length: 10 inches.

Girth: 2 inches.

Hair: Dark Brunette. Short. Shaved sides.

Eyes: Brown.

Skin Tone: Milky Pale.

Mods: Full Sleeve (Left Arm)

Status: Switch. 50/50.

Personality: Stern. Protective.

Kinks: Anal. Bondage.

“Quill! Come down stairs for a moment!” his father Terrence shouted from the bottom of the staircase before turning around and giving the smiling woman beside him a tender kiss on the forehead. “There’s someone I want you to meet!”

The sound of groan and reluctant footsteps could be heard a moment later, loud thuds falling down the steps and stopping half way when seeing the pairing. Terrence turned back around when hearing his son, letting him and Donna make eye contact as a result. And while hers was warm, inviting, and just a bit curious, Quill’s had looked like he had just walked into his worst nightmare. Immediately, the atmosphere in the room had changed, becoming dense and noticeably uncomfortable the longer the two maintained eye contact.

Stepping in, Terrence was the first to speak, hoping to break the ice.

“Quill … This is Donna, my girlfriend.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Quill,” Donna spoke up with a smile. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”

“Huh. Weird. I’ve heard nothing about you. But then again, secrets are is kind of my Dad’s thing. Can’t say I’m too surprised to be honest,” Quill was quick to counter, finally breaking eye contact with Donna to meet the narrowed ones of his father. “Isn’t that right, dad?”

“Quill …” Terrence warned in what almost sounded like a growl. And immediately, Donna spoke up again, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated and further.

“Well, whatever the case may be, I’m looking forward to getting to know you … I hope that we can become closer as a family,” Donna offered, but Quill was still stagnant in his unamused expression.

“Right … Hate to break it to you, but family isn’t really my thing anymore. Guess it’s like father like son … Anyway, congrats on boning my dad – enjoy it while it lasts,” Quill scoffed, shrugging of his dad’s scolding gaze and turning around to head back upstairs to his room.

Terrence let out a heavy sigh of frustration, his hands balled into fists. His eyes closed when Donna’s hand rubbed into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, sweetheart … change can be hard for a teen. Why don’t you let me talk to him? I’ll be okay. You run to the store and get us something for dinner, okay?” Another heavy sigh from Terrence, who was still considering storming up those steps and knocking some sense into his disrespectful son.

“Alright. Thank you … Try to forgive him. It’s been hard since …”

“I know, I know. Go on. We’ll be fine. We’ll be best of friends by the time you get back!” Donna smiled, pushing him towards the door and getting him to chuckle.

“Your optimism is a god send,” he gushed, grabbing his eyes and opening the front door. Turning around, he leaned down to give Donna a kiss, smiling.

“I know,” Donna giggled before giving him another gentle push. “Now go on,” she urged before closing the door and locking it behind him before pausing, sighing, and glancing back towards the staircase. “Now then …”

Creaking open the door to Quill’s room, Donna poked her head in before stepping in completely, closing the door behind her and smiling when Quill looked away from his computer, having been watching a wrestling video. Pausing it, he spun around in his swivel chair as Donna looked around at the

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