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

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 the softest, firmest, most wonderful ass I'd ever held in my life.

"I missed you, Daddy!" Candy sighed. "Did you miss me?"

Before I could answer, the boy's moist lips found mine and his tongue had slipped into my mouth for a lewd French kiss that I had to return. His tongue caressed mine, small and delicate as it wriggled wetly, and he tasted like cotton candy, sweet and sugary and melting in my mouth. He even smelled beautiful, like fresh strawberries smothered in whipped cream. They'd given him the right name, I thought, but only briefly as the sensation of his firm tits rubbing my chest and swollen girl cock riding against my stomach drew much of my attention. I squeezed Candy's bare ass and he had skin like silk, I swear, and after a long minute of nursing on his tongue, I reluctantly let him down.

"Well," Amanda said, "he certainly is affectionate now, isn't he?"

I gave my wife a sheepish a smile as Candy kissed her on the cheek. They hugged as well and I remembered my camera, snapping a picture of mother and son embracing after a long three months apart. It had been difficult for all of us and I hadn't been too sure that we were doing the right thing, but now I could see what my wife had been so excited about. Futa Summer Camp had literally transformed our troubled son into a happy, loving, and amazingly beautiful daughter. Sort of. The best of both worlds, the pamphlets had promised, and now I believed it.

"Camp was so much fun!" Candy gushed in the car, sitting sideways in the front passenger seat to face me while Amanda rode in the backseat. "Some of it hurt at first and I cried almost every night, but after awhile I really started to like it. I wish I could go to camp next year. Can I, Daddy? Please?"

"We'll see," I said, glancing at my wife‘s reflection the rear-view mirror. We'd have to talk about that.

"Do you like my boobies, Daddy?" Candy asked, teasing me as he cupped his generous breasts. He made sure I paid attention as he sq

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