Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection

by Reed James

  Jill sensed something had changed between her and her mother. That the shock of Jill being right and her mother being wrong had unbalanced the older woman. Her domination slipped, and it was Jill's chance to truly be the futa of the house, the one who would solve all their problems. She ripped her fingers out of her pussy and smeared her juices across her mother's plump, lush lips. The woman shuddered.

  Then Jill shoved her fingers into her mother's mouth. The woman shivered, her cheeks hollowing. A tingle raced from Jill's fingers, through her body, to the tip of her dick. She had always wanted to have her cock sucked, to experience the blowjobs other futas bragged about getting from their sweethearts.

  It was something her mother would never do. Margie would make Jill eat out her pussy, often full of Jill's own futa-cum, but she would never submit and give her futa-stepdaughter any oral pleasure. Margie used Jill.

  That had changed.

  Jill pulled her fingers from her step-mother's lips, leaving the woman gasping. Then Jill seized her mother's black hair, yanking her around and forcing her to her knees. She didn't resist, her big breasts bobbing, her lips right before the tip of Jill's cock.

  She rubbed it on her mother's mouth while moaning, “I'm going to save the farm, Mom. Isn't that wonderful?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. Her mouth opened wide and then swallowed the tip of Jill's cock.

  “Oh, that's it, Mom,” groaned Jill. “Oh, you're going to suck my cock from now on, aren't you? You're going to do what I want. You realize that I'm in charge.”

  Her mother moaned about her dick, the vibrations humming delight up her shaft.

  “Wonderful.”

  Jill ran her hands through her mother's silky hair as the older woman bobbed her mouth up and down the futa's cock. The pleasure was wonderful. A hot, wet, sucking delight. The tip of her dick throbbed in her mother's mouth. The pleasure radiated through Jill's body.

  Her pussy clenched. Juices leaked out faster, matting her pubic hair and dribbling down her thighs. The slow trickle of juices was almost as exciting as her mother's sucking mouth. The taboo thrill of it shuddered through Jill.

  “Yes, yes, yes, what a good Mommy.” Jill licked her lips, her breasts aching. “Mmm, you're just wanting to please your futa-daughter with your hungry mouth. Oh, yes, Mom, you are just so naughty. I love it.”

  Her mother moaned about her dick. Hot pleasure shuddered through Jill. Her eyes fluttered while her hips pumped forward, pressing her cock toward the back of her mother's throat. She loved how hard her mother sucked when she drew back, the tip of her dick throbbing.

  And then her mother did something absolutely naughty—she shoved a pair of fingers into Jill's pussy.

  The futa groaned in delight as the fingers penetrated her cunt. They reached so deep into her silky depths, shooting pleasure to the tip of her dick buried in her mother's hungry mouth. Her breasts jiggled as she shivered.

  “Oh, yes, you naughty Mommy. Mmm, you know I'm going to save us. You want to worship me. Oh, you are wonderful.” The change in their relationship was intoxicating. It was amazing to be in control, to take the power back from her domineering mother and step up to be in the charge of the farm. “Suck my cock. Finger my pussy. Oh, yes, such a wicked Mommy.”

  Her mother moaned louder about her cock, fingering her pussy faster and faster. The plunge of the fingers caressed the silky walls of her pussy. Jill's hands shot up, grasping her breasts, hand sinking into round tits. She pinched and rolled her nipples, groaning, the tip of her dick throbbing harder and harder.

  Pressure built and built in Jill. It swelled, grew, ached to explode out of her girl-dick right into her mother's hungry mouth. She stared into her mother's eyes, seeing the lusts in the older woman's dark depths as she swirled her tongue, eager to please Jill.

  “Oh, yes, Mommy,” Jill panted, stretching her nipples. “I'll find so much gold up there. Yes, yes, yes.”

  The tip of her dick throbbed and ached. The pressure swelled in her depths, pressing down the length of her cock. It came closer and closer to exploding out of her. To erupting into her mother's hungry mouth.

  “Oh, yes, Mom, I'm going to cum so hard,” groaned Jill. “You're going to love it. My cum taste so good.”

  Her mother's fingers curled inside Jill's pussy. The futa gasped as her mother found this special spot in her along the top of her pussy walls. The futa trembled, her body bucking as the rapture radiated from that spot, reaching the tip of her dick.

  “Yes!”

  Taboo ecstasy exploded through Jill.

  Her cum erupted into from her cock in powerful blasts. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick, creamy jizz flooded her mother's mouth. Jill groaned and shivered, her fingers pulling hard on her nipples. Her pussy spasmed about her mother's thrusting fingers. The friction burned such bliss, heat washing through her body.

  And reached her mind.

  “Oh, my goddess, yes,” gasped Jill. “You naughty Mommy. Oh, you love my cum. Drink every drop.”

  Her dick kept squirting, the pleasure cooking her mind with ecstasy. Her head shot up, staring at the beanstalk. The sun peeked over the horizon, liquid gold painting the stalk with such verdant greens as it reached up to the dark clouds boiling around it.

  Her destiny was up there.

  Jill shuddered a final time. She groaned and then her breath exploded out of her. A wave dizzy bliss washed through her. She stepped back, her cock plopping out of her mother's warm mouth. She stared down at her mother and smiled as the older woman opened her mouth.

  Cum puddled around her tongue. And then she closed her mouth and deliberately swallowed. The loud, noisy sound, sent a shiver through Jill. Her pussy clenched, and her softening dick throbbed.

  “You are such a naughty Mommy,” Jill moaned, seizing her shoulders and hauling her to her feet.

  Then Jill kissed her step-mother hard. She savored the taboo thrill of kissing the woman who had raised her. And the forbidden delight of tasting her own salty cum in her mother's mouth. Their bodies pressed together, Jill's round tits rubbing against her mother's pillowy mounds.

  Jill held the embrace, such heady delight shooting through her as the world grew brighter and brighter, the blue sky ringing around the dark clouds centered around the beanstalk piercing them, like the beanstalk had snagged a thunderhead passing by and tethered it to the ground.

  Jill's step-mother broke their kiss. Her eyes trembled. “You are really going to climb it?”

  “I am, Mom,” Jill grinned.

  “It'll be dangerous.”

  “Very,” Jill agreed. “The sun's up. I need to get going. I'm going to save us, Mom.”

  “You will,” she said, her eyes wide. “You had faith. You believed, and a miracle has happened. I'm so sorry. I should have trusted you.”

  “It's okay, Mom,” Jill said. Then she shuddered. “I like being punished by you.”

  Her step-mom blushed. Then she kissed Jill one more time. “That's for luck,” she moaned when she broke the kiss. “Oh, Goddess, I'm going to be fretting all day while you climb it, aren't I?”

  “I'll be fine,” Jill laughed.

  “Youth always think they will be.” She sighed. “Okay, go, before I start crying and beg you not to.”

  Jill grinned and darted into the house. She grabbed her wool socks, darned so much they were almost all stitches, and then yanked on her heavy wool trousers. She grabbed a linen shirt and a leather jacket, then went to a backpack. She stuffed it with their hemp rope, two waterskins she filled with well water, and the last of their hard cheese and week-old bread. She came back out, her naked mother still staring up at the beanstalk, shaking her head in disbelief.

  “It goes all the way up the clouds,” she muttered. “It's so impossible.”

  “It is,” Jill grinned and hefted her backpack. “I'll be fine.”

  “I love you, Jill,” her step-mother smiled.

  “I know. Love you, too, Mom.” Then she gave her mom a hot kiss and turned, throwi
ng herself at the beanstalk.

  It was surprisingly easy to climb. Three large vines intertwining each other were themselves made of smaller vines woven together. And those provided plenty of places to grip and step. So despite the shoddy condition of her boots, the soles falling off, she found it easy going. She was young and strong, working on a farm all day had given her endurance.

  The texture was rough but squishy. And something tingled through the stalk, some great power or energy, the magic that had allowed it to sprout to begin with. It smelled of grass pulp, that almost bitter, watery scent of a broken dandelion stalk.

  Jill didn't have any problems until she made the mistake of looking down.

  She had been climbing for perhaps a half-hour when she took a quick breather. She had her hands firmly planted in crevasses, her boots on sure footing. She looked down and her eyes widened. Everything was so small. Her farmhouse looked like a child's toy, her watching mother a dim speck, an ant. Jill could see the surrounding farms for miles and miles, including the distant village. The world stretched on and on and on.

  And then it spun.

  Her heartbeat faster. She let out a gasp as the dizziness washed through her. “Oh, Lady in Heaven,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “Don't let me fall.”

  She pressed her body against the beanstalk, her face rubbing on the rough texture. Her stomach churned and wiggled. If she slipped, she would die. She was so high up. Higher up than any other human must have ventured. Birds flew at this height. She could hear them chirping and cawing around her.

  Her heart constricted. She didn't want to move. What if she fell? What if her grip slipped reaching for the next crevasse? Or what if the soles on her old boots came off causing her to plummet to her untimely death? She wouldn't save the farm then.

  After five minutes of terror, her heart racing, the palms of her hands growing so sweaty, Jill muttered, “Not going to save the farm just staying here and not moving. Got to keep climbing. It's the only way.”

  She looked up the stalk, spotting a crevasse. “Just reach for it.”

  Her hand didn't move.

  “Come on,” Jill groaned, her teeth chattering. “You made it this far. We still got to keep climbing. Think of the treasure.”

  Her hand twitched.

  “Just reach. Come on, just reach.” Jill's stomach roiled again. The fear gripped her, trying to hold her in place. “Mom is counting on you. You don't want to let her down. You don't want to disappoint her.”

  The thought of her step-mom losing the home she had lived in for sixteen years, having to start over at her age, frightened Jill. No one would marry a barren widow with no property. She would have to beg for work. She'd get old so fast.

  Jill's hand reached up and grabbed the crevasse. She didn't slip.

  Her foot lifted, finding another purchase. She climbed. She reached again. She stepped again. Over and over, her fear lessening with each one. Every time she didn't slip, it grew easier and easier until she was laughing.

  What was she afraid of? She was a great climber. She would never fall. She had nothing to be afraid of.

  She stared up above her at the swirling clouds above. As she came closer, the cloud didn't appear as solid as it had from the ground, but wispy. It was uneven, with little protrusions that faded into nothingness. It grew cooler, too, and then it became damp on the last third of the climb. Moisture beaded on the beanstalk. Big droplets of water the size of her head glistened. One rumbled down the beanstalk as it dribbled towards the ground below.

  Jill kept climbing. She wasn't about to stop now. She worked higher and higher. Her stomach growled. She thirsted, but she kept going. She neared the bottom of the clouds where the haze grew thicker and thicker. The air wetter and wetter.

  “Come on, Jill,” she groaned, pressing into the gray of the clouds.

  It wrapped around her, pressing on her. The world grew darker and darker as she climbed higher until she was in an isolated world. She could hardly see above her to reach for the next stalk. Everything was wet. Her woolen trousers clung to her body, her linen shirt molded to her breasts. But she kept going. She wasn't about to stop.

  And then the world grew lighter. The clouds above growing more and more white. They also grew thicker, pressing against the beanstalk until there was only a small space that she could wiggle through between the solid cloud and the green stalk. She caught glimpses of blue.

  She was almost through.

  A renewed surge of energy shot through her. She climbed faster, grunting, groaning. And then she made it. She cleared to the top of the clouds and spilled onto the solid surface. She was surprised by how firm they were. She always had imagine clouds to be so soft and pillowy.

  This felt as hard as a well-traveled road.

  She panted for breath, pulling out her waterskin and gulping down the entire thing before she grabbed her wedge of cheese. She snacked on the sharp cheddar as she stood up, staring around at her new surroundings.

  The sky was bright blue over her head, the sun shining almost directly down on her. It had taken her half the day to climb the beanstalk. She rubbed at her damp brow, her hair matted to her body, and scanned around for where the treasure would be. Beyond the top of the beanstalk, sprouting into thick pods of magical beans, she saw a castle.

  Jill had seen one castle in her life. It belonged to the local count. That was a small, squat building made of crumbling stones with a single tower rising on its left side. The castle wasn't much bigger than the village's inn.

  This castle was different. It looked like a proper castle from the stories. It had graceful, gray walls and towers rising around a central keep. Pennants flapped from the top of pointed roofs, which look like witch's hats capping the towers. There was a drawbridge that was down, open and inviting.

  Jill knew her fortune lay inside.

  The castle didn't look far away. Maybe only a quarter of a mile. She set out with an eager pace, munching on her cheese as she walked. Her strides were long and brisk, her cock half-hard with her excitement to plunder the castle for its gold, her pussy dewy.

  She had crossed a quarter of a mile and still didn't feel like she was any closer to the castle. She frowned as she stared at it. She should be getting closer and closer to it, and yet she felt like she had made no progress. She walked faster, frowning, her head cocking to the side.

  And then, out of the drawbridge, walked a naked futa. She had huge breasts and red hair spilled about her shoulders. A cock swung between her sleek thighs. Jill blinked in shock at how slow the naked futa moved, like she was walking through a thick syrup of some sort. Everything about her moved so slow, from the bounce of her breasts to the sway of her cock and...

  It hit Jill. She was staring at a futa-giantess.

  Which meant the castle was immense. It only seemed closer because she thought it was human sized. But studying the ground, she could see just how far away it was. Several miles to go. Her heart raced as the futa-giantess turned to the right, striding away from her castle, and Jill, to where a flock of immense sheep grazed on the cloud. Their greeting baas were deep rumbles that hurt Jill's ears. The futa-giantess led off her flock, vanishing behind a puffy cloud hill.

  Jill almost turned back. But now she knew for certain there was immense treasure to be found. The key to saving her farm and mother lay in there. She would slip in and out before the futa-giantess ever returned. She was taking her flock out to a grazing pasture. Jill knew the futa-giantess would be gone for hours, probably until sunset.

  Jill moved at a trot, crossing the cloudy terrain faster and faster. The castle slowly grew larger and larger, looming over her. She felt like an insect when she reached the immense drawbridge and crossed it to enter the courtyard. It was paved with huge stones, the small cracks between them were ravines Jill had to leap across.

  But nothing would stop her. Undaunted, she had her eyes fixed on the entrance into the castle keep. Those doors, too, were open and inviting. Her little feet padded ac
ross the stones. She leaped over and over, her excitement rising and rising.

  And then she heard it. A beautiful music with all the cascading beauty of a harp played by the most skilled minstrel. Chords washed out of the castle, full of such bursting beauty. Jill's heart beat faster and faster, entranced by the music.

  It beckoned her.

  She reached the threshold, scaled over it, and entered the keep. She expected to find hallways leading in different directions, stairs leading to higher levels, but it was all open. It was a massive room, a kitchen on the far end, a bedroom to the right, a large pool of steaming water to the left. There were shelves covered in books taller than Jill's house. There were statues and paintings all of immense size. Too big for Jill to steal.

  The music grew louder, leading Jill towards the bedroom. She spotted the top of a gold birdcage on the nightstand by the futa-giantess's immense bed. Jill padded to it, the bed's wooden frame looming over her. Hidden beneath the bed were dust bunnies as big as Jill.

  The music grew more excited. It was calling to Jill. The cascade of notes more complicated. She had never heard anything so wonderful, so beautiful in her life. She reached the nightstand, looking up at it rising so far above her. It rested on a single leg, a thick column with a wide base to support the table's weight.

  “Can't climb that,” Jill decided. It would just lead to the bottom of the table and she would never reach the edge.

  So Jill turned her attention to the bed. The futa-giantess's sheets had spilled down to the floor. The fibers that wove it looked like thick ropes to Jill. She raced to it and scaled the bed with ease, making good time up the sheets. She could smell the futa-giantess's spicy musk along with the unmistakable, salty tang of cum.

  Her dick throbbed harder.

  She gained the bed and turned. The edge of the nightstand was close to the edge of the bed. She stared at the golden cage, expecting to see a magical harp playing itself. Instead, the music came from two naked women in the cage, resting on straw. Each was the same size as Jill. They stared at the futa as they sang, hands reaching through the cage, beseeching for her help. Each was beautiful but different.