my stepmom is a futanari: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

Inside an abandoned church in my stepmom is a futanari, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me my stepmom is a futanari for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “my stepmom is a futanari, hail my stepmom is a futanari, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “my stepmom is a futanari, my stepmom is a futanari, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “my stepmom is a futanari” prayers.