Mother/Daughter Incest Futa - Under Dominion

Story by Atomic Punch

I wrote most of this way back in May for my Live Journal, where I post slutty thoughts and fantasies of mine. Typically, entries consisted of pornographic junk pounded out in a horny madness within an hour or two, but I decided to try to do something a little more legitimately well written with dickgirls as the subject. This story was the result. The second half of it was kind of weak, though, and I meant to fix it...but due to being distracted by various other things, I never got around to that or to writing anything new. About a week ago, I finally redid that part and I think it came out much better this time.

I would've posted this earlier, but I wanted to have other people proofread it first and, uh...I agonized over the title for a while. Apparently I am not very good with those.

So, here it is, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Please post any and all comments and criticism that come to mind.

I recommend downloading it and reading it in Word Pad or MS Word rather than reading it straight from here, since I format my writing in book style rather than internet post style, which...the internet hates me for. It's just rich text format, so it should be viewable on Macs and any other set up.

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Just in case, I'll paste the story within the post too, but...well, now you know there's a good reason it looks all weird. :s

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Written by Atomic Punch

http://atomic-punch.livejournal.com/

Under Dominion

I’ve had a long week. I’m nearly done with high school, almost ready to take the next big step in my life, and over the past few days I’ve been given the kind of workload to remind me of that—I had to stay at school after the last bell just to catch up on my studying. But damn it all, it’s Friday, finally Friday, and now I’ve got the whole weekend ahead of me. I’m a girl who can appreciate a short, precious break.

I stumble through the front door of my house, dropping my backpack, weakly announcing my return to my parents, wherever they are. I hear a shower across the house; must be mom, dad’s probably still at work anyway. I make my way upstairs, exhausted further. It hadn’t dawned on me how hot it was outside on my walk home, but the lack of air conditioning now makes me aware of the sweat coating my entire body, sticking to my clothes. Of all the things to cut back on to save cash, they had to choose air conditioning. I don’t feel like bothering with a bath at this point, I’ll just be satisfied with a lengthy nap.

Entering my room, I sigh, stroking my burgundy red hair. The click of the door closing behind me is a sound of relief. The day coming to a close bursts through the window across from me, filling the room with an orange sherbet flavor. The smell of my sweat reaches me, a striking animal scent, triggering instincts within. I have every part of me all to myself now, my overworked body, still burning. I feel tingles everywhere, reminding me of how proud I am of this body; how I need to reward myself with pleasure.

My cock grows hard.

It’s been a secret to all but my family for my whole life: I have both male and female sex organs. Not only do I take pride in my sexy feminine form, but I know I have something that makes me special even among supposedly more attractive girls. I look down at myself with admiration, my tits enveloped in a t-shirt soaked with sweat. My breasts are a perfect size; large, but not nauseatingly so. Walking further into the room, I pull my shirt off, getting ready to unclip my pink push-up bra.

I stand in front of a mirror next to my bed, my entire body reflecting back at me. I watch myself removing the bra, the sight of my supple tits bouncing free from the restraint sending chills down my spine. I throw it aside, redirecting my hands to my chest, groping and squeezing rather clumsily in my mildly tired state. Feelings long forgotten after torrents of work flush back into me, making my dick harder still. It begins to peek from over my jeans, its only restraint—I didn’t even bother with underwear today, having too many other things on my mind to even worry about a problematic erection.

Kicking off my shoes and socks, I kneel on my bed, my back facing the door. I unbutton and unzip my jeans, my only clothing now, allowing my cock to spring out, specks of sweat flicking about. It throbs, long and fat, juicy and inviting. Beads of pre-cum glisten at the tip, dribbling down, making my mouth water. It’s waited so long for this, finally awakening from the dormant state it had patiently assumed. Fully awake now, I wrap both hands around the base, straining it. Arching my back, I take in the smell of my body once again, shining with perspiration. My hands begin a familiar ritual.

I let out a moan, already overwhelmed by my left hand gently pumping up a

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