It has been three weeks since you moved in with Mrs Bree. It’s a Friday morning and you just got up for your 9am class

As you slowly stir awake, your eyes flutter open and meet those of Mrs Bree, who is lying next to you on the bed. Her body is bare except for a pair of lacy black panties, which do little to hide her impressive assets from view. Her hand idly brushes against her cock, causing it to twitch visibly as she stares at you with an intense expression in her eyes...

Mrs. Bree smiles seductively at you, her eyes traveling down your body and lingering on your mouth before returning to meet your gaze again. "Well," she says huskily, "I was thinking maybe we could spend the morning getting reacquainted... you know, if you're interested."

The question takes her aback slightly, but she recovers quickly and lets out a soft laugh before responding. "That's quite the forward question, but I can see you're curious." She pauses for a moment, weighing her words carefully, then continues. "Well, it feels incredible. There's nothing quite like the sensation of being filled up by something so powerful and hard. It's overwhelming in the best possible way." Her voice grows huskier as she speaks, and she looks down at your groin, unconsciously rubbing her thumb against her own lips.

She leans in closer, their bodies pressed together, and whispers into your ear. "I bet I could show you just how good it feels." Her breath fans over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her voice is soft but steady as she answers your question. "Because I'm not." She brushes her hand against your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw. "I am what I am, Ayumi. A futa, a woman with both male and female parts. It doesn't change who I am or how I feel inside."

She leans even closer now, their breath mingling together in warm clouds between them. Her eyes never leave yours as she continues, her words almost a whisper. "And part of me... wants to show you just how good it feels to be with a futa." The word "futa" carries an almost seductive weight to it as she speaks, hinting at the secret desires and taboo pleasures that lie ahead if you choose to explore this side of your relationship.

Your heart races in anticipation, drowning out all other thoughts except for the heat emanating from Mrs. Bree body mere inches away.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks at your breasts, momentarily forgetting her previous words. "They're... amazing," she finally manages to say, reaching out to cup one of them in her hand. Her thumb brushes across your nipple, causing you to gasp slightly.

"You have such beautiful breasts," Mrs. Bree continues, caressing your chest slowly and deliberately before leaning in to kiss you deeply. "And they're so much more sensitive than mine." Her voice is thick with desire as she bites softly at your lower lip, urging you closer.

Your skin tingles where Mrs. Bree touches you, and the sensation is almost painful in its intensity. You can feel her arousal pressing against your hip, a steady reminder of just how affected she is by this moment between you.

"Oh God," she gasps as you tease your nipples, her eyes darkening with desire. She slides her hand between your bodies, pinching and rolling your other nipple roughly before cupping your breast again, this time using her thumb to stroke the sensitive tip. Her hips rock against yours in a silent plea for more contact as she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "I've always been so curious about that... About tasting..."

Her hand moves lower, pushing between your legs to find your wetness. She presses two fingers into you roughly, feeling the heat and slickness of your arousal as she thrusts them in and out, searching for her own satisfaction while driving you wild with need. "You feel so good," she moans against your neck, biting gently as she moves closer to orgasm. "I can't believe I never... couldn't bring myself..." Her words are cut off by a sudden shudder as she comes, grinding her hips into yours as she cries out your name in the throes of pleasure.

Mrs. Bree's breath catches in her throat as you ask her to take you with her penis. She slowly disentangles herself from the embrace and stands up, unfastening her robe revealing her body in all its glory. Her cock is still semi-hard, the foreskin pulled back to expose the smooth pink head. With a small, almost shy smile, she climbs onto the bed and straddles your hips. "Are you sure?" She asks, looking down at you with uncertain eyes. "I could... use my fingers or mouth if you'd prefer."

Her hand hovers between your legs, ready to provide whatever pleasure it is you desire most. The anticipation and uncertainty in the air are palpable, heightening the tension as Mrs. Bree waits for your response.

Mrs. Bree nods slowly and begins to lower herself onto your cock. The head of her penis presses against your entrance, stretching you slightly before forcing its way inside in one smooth motion. She lets out a long, deep groan as she feels you fully embedded within her, hips jerking instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation.

Her hand moves between your legs again, this time using two fingers to circle your sensitive bud in small, tight circles while pressing and rubbing against your perineum. She starts rocking her hips back and forth, slowly at first but gaining speed as she becomes more lost in the pleasure of having you inside her.

Her breasts sway gently with each movement, casting shadows across your chest that seem to heighten the intensity of everything else happening between you. She leans down, their faces mere inches apart, and whispers hotly into your ear, "Fuck... this feels so good..." Her words are punctuated by sharp gasps as she gets closer to orgasm, the rhythm of her hips growing more urgent as she seeks release.

Her hips sway faster now, meeting your rhythm as you thrust up into her, feeling the head of her cock brushing against something deep inside with each stroke. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that echo around the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, pleasurable noises she can't seem to suppress.

Her free hand moves from your chest, grasping at the sheets and pulling them taut beneath her nails as her orgasm builds, tightening her muscles around you and squeezing out waves of pleasure that nearly overwhelm her senses. Finally, she arches her back with a loud cry, throwing her head back as her body quivers and trembles from the force of her climax. She collapses forward onto your chest, breathing hard as tiny beads of sweat dot your skin where they connect.

For several moments, all you can hear is the sound of their ragged breathing, punctuated by occasional gasps and moans that seem to vibrate through the air between them. Finally, Mrs. Bree lifts her head slightly, looking into your eyes as she catches her breath, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and satisfaction in equal measure. "God... I needed that," she whispers hoarsely, then leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

Her eyes widen slightly as you mention your belly inflating after she came inside you, but it quickly turns into a look of fascination. "That's... interesting," she murmurs, her hand drifting down to where the two of you are connected. She traces circles around your navel, feeling the small amount of swelling that has occurred since they were together.

Her eyes meet yours as she nods slowly in agreement. "Deal," she whispers before leaning forward to press her lips against yours again, this time with a deeper passion than before. Her tongue darts out to tease your mouth, and her hand slides lower still, cupping your balls gently before squeezing them affectionately. Mrs. Bree feels her arousal returning already, the knowledge that she can have you whenever she wants sending a thrill through her body.

As their kiss breaks apart, she looks at you intently, a newfound confidence shining in her eyes. "I'm looking forward to it," she whispers huskily, and then begins kissing her way down your neck, trailing soft, teasing bites along the way until she reaches your chest once more.

Mrs. Bree chuckles lightly before answering you, her breath ghosting across your skin as she speaks. "I don't think they produce much milk anymore," she says with a shrug. "But I could try to see if there's any left." Her fingers dance along the lace of your panties, teasingly brushing against your entrance before sliding lower still, reaching for her own sex. She spreads your legs wider, positioning herself between them as she whispers hotly into your ear, "Why don't we find out?"

Without further ado, she guides her fingers back to where they were earlier, thrusting two fingers inside you roughly while simultaneously leaning forward to capture one of her own erect nipples between her lips. Her hips rock back and forth, mimicking the movement that brought them here as she sucks eagerly on your breast, using the motion to stroke and massage her G-spot in rhythm with her fingers.

With a sharp intake of breath, Mrs. Bree feels the sensation of your lips surrounding her nipple, sucking greedily on the hard peak. She moans loudly into your neck as she pulls away from you, gaze fixed on the sight of your head bobbing between her breasts. "That's it..." she gasps hoarsely, pressing your head deeper into her chest.

Her other hand continues to move, fingers curled upward and pressed against her own G-spot as she watches you suckle at her breast. The sensation of your lips and teeth on her sensitive nipple combine with the pressure of her fingers inside her, building her toward orgasm with every passing second. "So good..." She whimpers, arching her back and pushing against you harder as she nears climax.

Her whole body tenses as she feels the orgasm building within her. Her fingers dig deeper, circling and pressing against her G-spot with renewed vigor while her free hand grips at your hair, holding you tightly to her breast. "Fuck... I'm..." She pants harshly, chest heaving as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat, and she lets out a loud moan that seems to echo through the room. Waves of release course through her body, radiating outward from her core, leaving her shuddering and spent with satisfaction. After several moments, Mrs. Bree's breathing begins to return to normal, her limbs growing heavier and less tense as the afterglow of orgasm washes over them both.

Finally, she looks down at you, her eyes clear and focused once more. "Ayumi..." She whispers your name tenderly, letting go of your hair so that she can brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You realize... this makes us..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words.

"Well, it makes me... technically... your foster mother now," she finishes with a small smile, but her expression turns serious again as she meets your gaze. "And that means I have to look out for you... protect you..." She pauses, cheeks flushing slightly. "...and love you..."

The question catches her off guard, and she hesitates before answering. "I... I've never had sex with a teacher here at the school," she says slowly. "But there was this one time..." She swallows hard, remembering the events that transpired. "...with a counselor. It happened over summer break, when we were both adults."

Her voice grows quiet as she relives the memory in her mind. "It was different than what we just shared... more complicated," she admits with a sigh. "But it was an experience I'll never forget." Looking back at you, she sees that your curiosity has not been fully satisfied and decides to continue.

"The counselor... she had always been supportive of me, even when I was struggling with my own identity as a futa. And after everything we shared that night, I think it helped us both come to terms with who we are." She pauses, thinking about how far she's come since then and feeling grateful for the experiences that have brought her here today. "I'm glad you asked, Ayumi," she says softly. "It's good to talk about these things."

Mrs. Bree takes a moment to consider your question before responding. "There are quite a few attractive teachers at this school," she says with a mischievous grin. "But if I had to choose just one..." She pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully. "...I think I'd have to go with the gym teacher." A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she continues, "She's always so athletic and confident... it's almost intimidating. I can only imagine how incredible it would feel to have that sort of strength focused on me."

The thought of the two of them together is enough to make Mrs. Bree's heart race and her mouth go dry. "I... I don't know if that's something we could ever do..." she whispers, the idea both thrilling and terrifying her in equal measure. "But just thinking about it..." Her words trail off as she envisions the two of you with the gym teacher, the three of you tangled together in a heated embrace. The image is enough to leave her breathless and wanting more.

The thought alone sends shivers down my spine. I haven't had the courage to even fantasize about something like that... But just hearing you say it aloud makes me feel a heat building deep within me, making me wonder what it would be like to explore such forbidden desires with both of you...

As your lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, I feel my resistance begin to crumble. My hands slide up your back, cupping your perfect ass and pulling you closer still as the emotions you've stirred within me reach a fever pitch. The kiss deepens, becoming almost violent in its intensity as we both lose ourselves in the moment.

Without another word, I roll onto my knees and position you on the bed so that your legs are spread wide beneath you, revealing your wet entrance begging for penetration. My fingers tremble as they reach out to touch myself, already coated with your arousal. Gripping at my erect nipples tightly, I use the pain and pleasure to stroke my clit in rhythm with each hungry glance directed towards you and Ayumi.

"Please..." I breathe out hoarsely as I watch the two of you together. "I need this..." My hips move restlessly against the bed, seeking contact even as I hover over your body, aching to feel both of you inside me at once. The image of us, tangled together in a heated embrace... it's more than I could have ever imagined wanting.