Aunt Lisa (futa/m, more inside)

Story by Lewd Wolfe

This is the start of what, depending on how well I can maintain my writing motivation, I expect to be a fairly long story. Please make sure you read through the Content Warning to make sure that this story will suit your particular tastes. Feedback is, of course, welcome.

EDIT : The chapters are fairly short for the time being as I work to get the setting and characters in place. Once I get to the meat of the story (pun intended, perhaps :) ) the chapters will probably lengthen to some degree.

Bonus Visuals Aunt Lisa

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Content Warning Adult Content Disclaimer

This is a work of erotic fiction intended for the entertainment of adults that are, depending on the community in which they live, at least 18 years of age, or older. The characters and events described here-in are not real, and any resemblance they may bear to real persons or events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed here-in are those of the individual speaker and intended for entertainment purposes only. They should not be seen as representing the personal views or opinions of the author. Although sexual fantasies are a normal part of life and may serve to enhance the excitement, passion, and/or lust one experiences with their partner(s), some fantasies, particularly those involving persons unable to give informed consent, are abhorrent in the eyes of both the law and society, and should NEVER be pursued.

Adult Content Tags

Herm/male, male/Herm, Threesome, Suggested Incest, Moderately Excessive Age Difference,

Moderately Excessive Size, Moderately Excessive Cum, Oral Intercourse, Anal Intercourse,

Vaginal Intercourse, Consensual, Romance, First Times, Watersports (maybe), Voyeurism,

Masturbation

Author’s Notes

1. Out of personal preference, I use the term “hermaphrodite” rather than “futa.” Although the terms might be considered interchangeable for the most part, I find the former to be more poetically and/or aesthetically pleasing.

2. If, as a reader, you are expecting page after page of hot, steamy sex, then this might not be the story for you. While there certainly will be plenty of sex in this story, sex is not the “be all, end all” focus of this writing. I am, fortunately, or unfortunately depending on the type of reader you might be, one of those writers that appreciates both character development and a sensible reason for their actions. To that end, there are several instances of “down time” during which we learn more about the characters beyond their moderately excessive horniness.

3. Some of the events and/or action described in this story, particularly some of those during the various sexual liaisons, are, I realize, not entirely realistic. As much as I am a fan of keeping things as realistic as possible, there are times, for the sake of the story, when less realistic has a better “feel” than the realistic does.

4. I must, as the author of this story, reiterate that I absolutely DO NOT condone the relationships described here-in. When such relationships exist between fully informed and consenting adults, it is their choice. Children, no matter their age or apparent maturity do not have the mental faculties or awareness to give informed consent for such relationships.

Where do I begin? I suppose I could tell you a little about myself.

My name is Andrew. I’m twenty years old, now, and, moderately well educated. More importantly, though, I have, for the last twelve years, been involved in an unconventional, and unusually, intimate relationship with my aunt, Lisa. For the last eleven of those years, our relationship has included a woman named Claire.

I use words like unconventional and unusual for a number of reason. One of those reasons should be rather obvious already, or, at least I would hope that it’s rather obvious. Still, if you didn’t pick-up on it, my relationship with Aunt Lisa, and Claire, for that matter, started when I was rather young.

The law, society, and most people in general, probably wouldn’t call what the three of us have shared a relationship. They’d call it abuse. And, by their standards, maybe they’d be right. In all honesty, though, I could really care less about other people’s standards.

I measure both the quality and joy of my life by my own standards. It is, after all, my life. Why would I measure it by someone else’s standards? For that matter, why would I measure their lives by my own standards? With all of that said, I can, without any doubts or reservations, say that I am absolutely content, happy even, with everything that has happened in my life leading up to the moment of this writing.

And that brings us right back to where we started; where do I begin?

I know I’m supposed to start at the beginning. The problem with that is that there are, in effect, several beginnings to my story, some of them taking place before I was even born. The question is

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