Comforting Mom (Futa/Female/Male/Incest)

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!

Mom’s always been very open about herself. It wasn’t that she was a show-off; she just didn’t know any other way to be. Growing up, my brother and I saw her naked all the time. It was an everyday part of our lives. We saw her and Dad having sex all the time, too.  They loved each other very much, and we often saw the passionate proof of it.

Getting back to how they met, Mom says that when she first saw our father, she found him wickedly handsome, and sweet to boot.  He didn’t treat her like she was any kind of freak, or as if there was anything wrong with her.  To his way of thinking, all of her parts worked and she wasn’t ill, so there wasn’t anything wrong with her. Dad was just cool like that. 

I can confirm my father was a very good-looking man who kept himself in great shape. My female schoolmates would ogle him discreetly (and sometimes indiscreetly) whenever they came over.

Just like my girlfriends, it didn’t take my teenage Mom long to fall in love with him.

It’s safe to say she’d never known anyone like him. Mom’s folks are backwoodsy types. I’m being diplomatic. She describes them as ‘ignorant, violent rednecks’. They were isolated and insular to the point of xenophobia.  According to her, that was the norm where she grew up. 

Mom’s specialness didn’t raise too many eyebrows in her childhood home.  They’re an inbred crowd, and deformities weren’t uncommon. She once told me that when she and her cousins went skinny-dipping, she wasn’t the weirdest sight by far. Talk like that makes me kind of glad we don’t know too much about her side of the family. 

Suffice it to say, Mom’s home life was pretty rough. From an early age, she was hungry to get out of her rural little corner of nowhere.  She studied hard at the local public school and was the first member of her family to get into high school.  That was what led her to my Dad’s fledgling practice. She needed a physical to get excused from gym class. 

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