Futanari System

Reward or Punishment?

My mother opened and closed her mouth. She was speechless for a moment. She smiled wryly and looked down into her lap before looking into my eye. Back were the confident eyes I have always remembered.

"I have always love Futanari's!" She exclaimed, into the now silent room. Her expression was one of determination. "My father forced me to marry your father. My maiden family, the Dreadbarers, is one of the most powerful wizardry families. I may be a B-rank, but my brother, who now runs the family, can rub my face in dirt easily. He is an A-rank of the high esteem in the country. He is also a close friend of your father. You are the only Futanari that I have birthed. You have the strongest genetics in the family. You are fucking hot with that large cock between your legs. You are also at least twice the size of your father. Both in length and girth! You are a walking sex bomb for me. When you were young, though, you showed only care towards knowledge. If you showed any attraction towards sex, I would have taken your first time!" Her determined face turned a little crazy, "Your father hasn't even looked at me for fifteen years! Fifteen years! We are a race with an increased sexual appetite! He wants me to remain abstinent for fifteen years while he fucks his concubines! When raising you with that between your legs, my pussy would get wet just thinking of it. It's what kept my mind sane as I masturbated for hours and hours on end. I started to research more in-depth with the rare cases of Futanari's as well. I found it very rarely naturally occurring. You being one, but in our Beast-kin nation, we are one of four races that show them at all."

"The Bunny-kin, The Wolf-kin, The Spider-kin, and the Mouse-kin. These are the only races in our nation that have shown these traits. The Elves show these traits rarely too. That was news to me. This leads me to wonder how it happens!" She ranted and stopped. She looked at me more calmly now. She realized she hadn't, pausing looking at me. "I needed to! I've always had a thing even with your older siblings. I have held myself in check for so long!" She whined. I was shocked, my tearstained eyes looking at my mother. "The thought of taking one of my sons or daughters into me..." She trailed off, and I visibly saw her shudder, "It makes me hornier than ever! I know what I did to make you mad. I honestly didn't expect that level of rage. I thought you would be fine with reverse rape since you have done it with your women."

I was in shock again. My mother never ceased to amaze me. She always pitched a curveball when I was expecting a straight. My mind was a mess, and I felt fucking dirty in the cum surrounding us. I needed a distraction, and I started to manipulate my mana. Soon my mana swept the walls of the carriage. It swept over my women and my mother. I finished the cleaning sweeping it out of the carriage quickly into the trees. All the looks in the room were different emotions. I couldn't look for an out to make me what to feel.

I thought back to my previous mother. She was in the northwest territories of Canada. We lived in a small mining town with sky-high pay and prices. When the government learned about my intelligence, my mother let me go. I never saw her again. I was eight, and they left me to a boarding school. I didn't know then, or now how to feel about that.

The more I thought of it, the more I realized I always thought of this woman as my mother. I couldn't care less about my former mother's feelings. This is the one that unconditionally loved me. This was the first time even that she asked me for anything. My mother had a kink for incest with her own kids. That, combined with her love of Futanari's sent her into my hands. I didn't know what to do.

I was torn. Throw her to wherever probably destroying our relationship forever? Accept her, and fuck her brains out, forever changing the dynamic of our relationship? What about my father? I never had a relationship with him. This simplified things as I couldn't really care about his feelings. I looked at the woman who I looked so much like. I felt lust towards her. I thought she was attractive. I knew I had loved my own looks in the mirror. I still think I am hot, but the fact that I was attracted to an older version of me was another thing altogether.