solace
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 22, 2011
- Location
- In Pleasure
The Family:
Mother - Elizabeth
Futa Mother - Mona
Daughter, 21 - Ellis
Futa Daughter, 18 - Joyce
Daughter, 16 - Emily
Emily was the last one home from school, as was usually the case. It was Thursday and luckily the homework load wasn't too heavy. It would only take an hour, two at the tops. She dumped her backpack on a chair in the dining room and looked around for a moment. It was quiet, unnaturally so. Normally, she would hear the sounds of a TV somewhere in the house, or one of her sisters complaining about so and so. Even her mothers would be talking to each other, slipping each other suggest innuendos when they thought their daughter's weren't listening. They always were.
Emily went upstairs to her room and took off her shorts, leaving on her diaper. Because she was wearing shorts, she wore a compact version of the diaper, a little puffy, but not overly so to make her look fat in the shorts. As the shorts hit the floor, she paused. She could hear faint talking. It sounded like her mother, Elizabeth talking to, what she assumed to be Mona, her other mother. She crept out of her room and looked down the hall where the door to her mother's bedroom was. It was open just a crack. She heard more voices, but these sounded like her sisters. She tiptoed closer and peered through the crack. Her mothers and her sisters were undressing each other.
Mother - Elizabeth
Futa Mother - Mona
Daughter, 21 - Ellis
Futa Daughter, 18 - Joyce
Daughter, 16 - Emily
Emily was the last one home from school, as was usually the case. It was Thursday and luckily the homework load wasn't too heavy. It would only take an hour, two at the tops. She dumped her backpack on a chair in the dining room and looked around for a moment. It was quiet, unnaturally so. Normally, she would hear the sounds of a TV somewhere in the house, or one of her sisters complaining about so and so. Even her mothers would be talking to each other, slipping each other suggest innuendos when they thought their daughter's weren't listening. They always were.
Emily went upstairs to her room and took off her shorts, leaving on her diaper. Because she was wearing shorts, she wore a compact version of the diaper, a little puffy, but not overly so to make her look fat in the shorts. As the shorts hit the floor, she paused. She could hear faint talking. It sounded like her mother, Elizabeth talking to, what she assumed to be Mona, her other mother. She crept out of her room and looked down the hall where the door to her mother's bedroom was. It was open just a crack. She heard more voices, but these sounded like her sisters. She tiptoed closer and peered through the crack. Her mothers and her sisters were undressing each other.