Read part 1 “She lives on in you” here:
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Mia had never expected to raise a daughter alone, let alone one who carried Jenna’s unmistakable legacy. Years had passed since that fateful night on the island, and the memory of Jenna’s powerful body, her heavy cock, and the overwhelming flood of seed that had left Mia pregnant still lingered in quiet moments. Riley had been born with the same gift—small at first, but unmistakably Futanari. By the time she turned fourteen, her body had begun to betray her: sudden erections, restless nights, and an aching need that grew stronger each day.
They moved constantly. Every time a neighbor noticed Riley’s developing chest or the suspicious bulge in her shorts, they packed up and disappeared to another town. Money dwindled with each relocation, and Mia worked double shifts just to keep them afloat. Riley tried to hide it, but Mia kept catching her—hand between her legs in the bathroom, grinding against a pillow on the couch, even rubbing herself in the back seat of the car during long drives. The girl’s libido was relentless.
In her desperation, Mia has an idea: She will help Riley masturbate, collect her seed and sell it to small, shady fertility clinics which don’t ask too many questions or require tests. It will help Riley control her libido issue, help with money and if in the future there are more Futanari – Maybe Riley will not have to hide her body anymore.
One evening, Mia finally made a decision. She bought a simple glass jar and carried it into Riley’s room.
“Riley, sweetheart,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “I know you’ve been struggling. I thought maybe… I could help you let it out. Just this once. Just so you can focus again.”
Riley blinked, surprised, but the relief in her eyes was immediate. “You mean… you’ll stay with me while I…?”
Mia nodded. “I won’t touch you. I’ll just be here. You close your eyes, think about someone you like, and do what feels good. I’ll hold the jar when you’re ready.”
Riley swallowed, then slowly peeled off her shirt. Her breasts had grown fuller over the last year—soft, perky handfuls tipped with pink nipples that tightened in the cool air. She wriggled out of her skirt next, letting her small cock and smooth little balls come into view. Even soft, the shaft looked plump, resting against her thigh. She sat back against the headboard, knees apart, and closed her eyes.
“Tell me about her,” Mia prompted quietly.
Riley’s voice came out shy at first. “Her name’s Emma. She’s in my history class. She has this long brown hair that she always tucks behind one ear, and these really pretty green eyes. She smiles at me sometimes when we pass in the hallway. I like how her uniform skirt swishes when she walks… and how her legs look when she sits on the desk.”
As Riley spoke, her cock began to swell. It thickened steadily, the head darkening from pale pink to a deeper rose as blood rushed in. Within moments it had nearly doubled in length, standing upright against her stomach, the shaft smooth and veined, the small balls drawing up tighter beneath it. A clear bead of precum welled at the slit.
“Good,” Mia said softly. “Now touch yourself, just like you do when you’re alone. Nice and slow.”
Riley wrapped her fingers around the base. Her hand looked small against the growing erection, but she stroked upward in one long, careful motion. A quiet sigh left her lips. “I think about kissing her first,” she admitted. “I want to press her against the lockers after class, when everyone’s gone. I’d kiss her slow, feel her lips open for me. Then I’d slide my hands under her blouse and cup her breasts… they’re bigger than mine. I’d rub my thumbs over her nipples until they get hard.”
Her strokes quickened. The head of her cock glistened now, precum trickling down the shaft and making each glide smoother. Riley’s hips shifted on the bed.
“I’d kneel in front of her,” she continued, voice breathier. “Lift her skirt, pull her panties aside. I want to taste her. I want to lick her until she’s wet and shaking. Then I’d stand up, press my cock against her pussy, and push inside. I’d fuck her right there against the lockers, deep and slow at first, then faster when she starts moaning my name.”
Riley’s hand moved faster, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the quiet room. Her balls bounced lightly with each stroke. Mia watched the jar in her lap, heart tightening at the memory of another night long ago—another cock, another flood of rich seed.
Riley’s voice cracked with need. “I don’t just want Emma. I want lots of girls. I want to find them, one after another, and fill them up. I want to watch their bellies swell with my babies. I want to breed them all.”
The confession hung in the air. Mia said nothing, but the realization settled heavy in her chest: this wasn’t only about relief. Riley’s hunger ran deeper—primal, unstoppable.
Riley’s strokes turned frantic. Her thighs trembled. “Mom… I’m close—”
Her cock jerked hard in her fist. The first spurt shot out with surprising force, a thick white rope that splashed against the inside of the jar. More followed in powerful pulses, each one heavy and creamy, the volume far beyond what any ordinary boy could produce. Riley moaned softly, almost sweetly, as her balls emptied, the pearly seed quickly filling the glass until it nearly overflowed. A final weaker spurt dribbled over her knuckles and down her shaft.
Riley sagged back against the pillows, eyes still closed, breathing hard. Her cock softened slowly, shrinking back to its small, cute size, a single milky drop clinging to the tip before sliding down the underside. She looked peaceful, almost angelic in the aftermath.
Mia capped the jar carefully, the warmth of it seeping through the glass. She glanced at Riley’s sleeping face and felt the echo of another time—Jenna’s heavy release inside her, the same rich, potent seed which gave birth to her sweet Riley.
She carried the jar out, closed the door behind her, and stepped into the night to make the first delivery.
They kept doing it on a daily basis. As time passed, Riley didn’t need her mom’s guidance to masturbate. Every day Mia came home from work she found a filled jar waiting in the fridge, sometimes even two. Riley was too naive and inexperienced of the world to ever ask why bother to collect it.
Years passed. Media reported multiple cases of girls born with dicks and balls. Little by little, the anomaly became a minority group. Mia smiled. Riley might have a better future now.
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