The Monster Milfs of Carter Circle 2: Mermom

The other top vote of the month (after I forgot to double check the updated polls). Aka the story where I get to pick out weird milf/teenager neighbor ships between monster species.

It’s my first finished story concerning mermaids in this universe. I wrote the essay and had started a “mermaid dates” story, but hadn’t fully used them in fiction. Just think ripped amazon bimbos as a default. I also kind of use them as this world’s naga/lamia/snake girls; I can’t think anything the snakes would do that the merfolk couldn’t since I gave them muscle tails.

My mermaids also reproduce through eggs, so they don’t have the usual genitalia. That makes them really interesting but tricky to write for. They’re basically queens of using their mouths and tits to get people off because they’re still curious and promiscuous, getting off on a general horny vibe rather than orgasms.

It wasn’t my initial plan to have both scenes involving mermaids, but I did want a direct gag of I hope my son doesn’t find out” followed by “hope mom doesn’t find out” and I felt like I had used Emma and Ivan the least so far. I have a chart that tracks who’s secretly fucking who on the block, but not sure if I’ll fully venture into multiple pairings or if everyone has their own.

Carter Circle had little trouble intermingling the many species that lived in its community. The modified housing suited all sizes and shapes, and the place was familiar and safe enough that the moms had no trouble trusting their kids with their neighbors.

And when nobody else was looking, the older high schoolers and college-age boys knew who they could go to for a casual hookup.

Charlie was a good example. The small family of centaurs lived in their spacious, largely ground-level home to suit their large bodies and trouble with stairs. His mom Virginia taught martial arts courses at the local dojo, and he had clearly picked up some of his mother’s athletic nature. He was the quarterback on his school’s football team, already being offered scholarships for a few major colleges. He had his mom’s black hair and dark brown fur along his lower body, and while a little on the short side for a centaur he was muscled and broadly built enough that not many people noticed his height, especially for how large centaurs were to begin with.

Charlie had gotten up early like most of his Saturdays, circling the road on his morning jog/canter while most people were still sleeping in. He wore a light jacket to help with working up a sweat in the cooler morning air. He was a few laps in when he heard Emma splashing around in her pool. Beneath his loosely secured cowl (a common centaur garment used mostly as a courtesy around shorter creatures), his hardon started to perk up at the sense memory that came with it.

Charlie and Virginia had lived at Carter Circle for the better part of his life. Emma Wei had taught him how to swim, even when their lower halves were completely different. The mermaid milf was a swimming instructor at a gym in town, and having spent her youth in the depths of the ocean gave her an understanding of aquatic motion that could get anyone who came to her flowing through the water.

The rough life at the bottom of the sea left people with some major amazon vibes when it came to merfolk. Swimming and hunting were glorified to where Charlie had seen strange bones and preserved fins mounted proudly inside her house. She had been a sleek and muscular killing machine at some point, but all the comforts of living on the surface and raising a kid had softened her up significantly. The end result was a huge-breasted milf that still had the athletic body of a jogger mom.

Charlie went trotting towards her yard until he saw her breaching the surface of her pool with a firm pump of her tail. The majority of her yard was a swimming pool, giving her and her son plenty of space to stretch their tails and clear out their gills. The splash of water and long, whipping purple hair flashed over the fence before her deep blue tail did the same. Her skin had taken on a faint blue tint, changing colors as her kind was prone to do with certain moods or social cues.

And of course, she was topless. She exercised much like Charlie did, getting it in at the crack of dawn when she could do so without disturbing anyone. Even mermaids tended to prefer some level of binding or swimsuit, if not a full-on piece of armor, but Emma preferred to get wet with her hair and tits loose to fully relive her aquatic lifestyle. Charlie still held onto a deeply seeded memory of finding this out by mistake on one of his earliest workouts after joining the football team.

The sound of hoofbeats gave the quarterback away, not that he made any effort to hide it. There was the expected swishing and splashing behind the fence as he approached. Emma popped up to lean on the smoothed over wood, her beach ball sized tits resting on the fence as her arms folded over them like they were part of the furniture. Charlie’s eyes had to dart to the wet and bare tits before meeting her eye.

“Morning, handsome,” Emma greeted fondly as the water ran down her hair and curves.

“Good morning, Emma,” he smiled back. He had been calling her by her first name for a long time, particularly since her son Ivan had started going by Wei at school.

“Supposed to be a warm one out today,” she brought up conversationally. She remained casual, but her flirty glances were all too familiar to him by now. She started to lean back, gently paddling her tail to swim gracefully alongside him as he slowed his jog to match pace with her.

“Yea, but it’s always chilly this time of day,” Charlie added.

“When it’s barely even day? Of course,” Emma chuckled. “But it’s always just right in the pool. Have time for a quick dip with me?”

Charlie’s already worked up heart rate picked up for a second at the offer.

“Yea! Definitely got time for you, Emma.”

“Perfect. You know the way over, don’t you?”

Charlie nodded, blushing at her reminder of how many times they’d done this before. He went to the edge of her fence and hurdled over it with a quick kick of his hind legs. The athletic young manhorse landed on the part that was actual grass instead of part of her slightly raised pool. Emma turned to follow him, resting her arms on the ground beside the pool and letting her huge breasts rest in front of him.

“Well don’t’ be shy now, Chuck,” Emma encouraged. She was clearly well-past shy to be swimming as naked as she could be in front of her neighbor’s boy.

Charlie still blushed out of mild nervousness. He’d been tackled by orcs on the field, but the minor risk of being caught remained enough to scare and excite him. The centaur student pulled off her shirt, exposing his muscular arms and chest before undoing the cowl at his equine hips. One other benefit of being a centaur was it was generally easy to dress and undress in a hurry.

From her lower position in the pool, Emma easily spotted Charlie’s hardened horse cock. Even as a species that was supposedly sexually incompatible with most mammals, Miss Wei knew she wasn’t the only mermaid curiously thirsty for a big meaty cock. She assumed it was something to do with the forbidden fruit angle; like how her other mermaid friend was way into feet.

“There’s a good boy,” Emma purred, smiling coyly in the water. “Come a little closer, handsome. I want a real good look at that monster of yours.”

“Alright,” Charlie answered, sounding sheepish in his excitement. He trotted closer, dipping his forelegs into the shallows of the pool. It was close enough for Emma’s long tail to plant itself in the shallows and let her slide between his legs. She lingered around the middle of his underbelly, which was close enough for her to reach the tip of his foot and a half-long cock. She kissed around the thick and fleshy head, delighting in the overly warm flesh after her cool dip. She sealed up her gills for a moment to draw in a deep breath, drinking in the musky scent of his horse cock.

“Mmm, there we go. Mommy missed you, Chucky.”

The mermaid purred as she started to kiss and worship around his cock. It twitched after the second smacking of her lips. Charlie didn’t have to see what she was doing to feel it, and the sight of her tail leaning and vanishing underneath him was enough to know. Her kisses became something more as her lips parted, moaning as she slurped all over the younger man’s dick.

Emma opened her mouth wide and took as much of Charlie’s horse cock down her throat as she could. Her thick shark fangs curled inward to allow him to slide in, her especially moist and strong throat slurping noisily around his dick. He moaned as he felt himself push unusually deep inside her, enough that he had worried about choking her the first few times she’d sucked off his monstrous cock, but he felt the familiar shift in pressure around his shaft. Her slick insides shifted as the gills around the base of her neck opened to let her keep breathing comfortably.

With a twist of her tail, Emma rotated herself around with Charlie still inside her. He grunted and braced his hooves on the ground as her slick and tight insides shifted around him until she was balancing backward on her powerful tail. It mashed her big breasts up against his lower belly as she flexibly sucked him off with what felt like half her body. She moaned as her gills too filled with his bestial musk, using her free hands to cup and caress his hanging balls while she noisily smacked her lips and throat around his erection.

Charlie was panting and humping at her face when she finally drew back away from him. She slowly unsheathed him from her throat with a few light, parting strokes, leaving his cock covered in her thick saliva. She shifted her tail around until she was sitting at the edge of her pool, boosting herself up until she was face to face with Charlie. Their humanoid upper bodies paired off as she pressed her breasts into his muscular chest, stroked some of his cut short hair.

“I do love the taste of my savage young beast,” Emma purred.

It made the athletic centaur shudder before she could even kiss him. The smell and taste of his cock on her tongue and breath were something thrilling. Even knowing it was a part of his own body, some level of confusion of how much of their bodies were whole or separate was common for developing centaurs. The mixed thoughts of her having just sucked him off or gone down on a random animal flooded his horny mind as he moaned into her mouth.

“Dirty boy,” Emma cooed softly as she adjusted her tail. She reached the broad fin underneath him and stroked his cock between its center, teasing him before lightly patting it with its flat side. It bobbed his erection between his stomach and her tail, gently spanking the already leaking horse cock. She kissed him heatedly before guiding him to one of her hefty tits, where Charlie promptly latched on and started to suck and nibble voraciously. It clearly wasn’t long before he jizzed across her paddling tail, coating her scales with the abundant juices.

“That’s a good boy,” Emma praised as she ran her fingers through his hair.

The heat of the horny centaur mixed with the soothing cold of the pool, giving her an excited tingle that was about the closest mermaids had to orgasms. Some thought it was a shame for them, but she loved it. The lingering sense of excitement didn’t peak or quickly fade like it did with others. She got to keep the pulsing, pleasant pressure inside her as long as she pleased.

“How was that for a workout?” she teased as Charlie started to catch his breath.

“Honestly? I’ve started factoring that in with my training regimen,” the centaur admitted. “The guys say it burns calories like crazy.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Emma chuckled as she slinked back, dipping her lower half back into the pool. “But I’d love to find out. Let me know if you need any more help with that little science experiment. Okay, Chucky boy?”

“Yea. Definitely better with a workout partner,” he said with a smile. He gathered his clothes, nodding towards the fence and springing back over. They weren’t much for smalltalk during their passionate meetings. They knew they couldn’t get caught or it could spark an argument with either of their families. Emma was happy to keep it as casual and comfortable as they could.

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Emma got up early for her morning swims, but her son Ivan liked to sleep in on the weekends. He’d stayed up late playing video games with his friends online rather than bothering to slither his way into the car. No matter how much Emma warned him about his sleeping habits, it just meant that he was up much later than she was as usual.

It wasn’t to say he was out of shape in a traditional sense. A fat mermaid was extremely hard to come by between their metabolism and the fact that they were always swimming or forcing their lower bodies to slowly slither along by sheer muscle. He also wasn’t the usual musclebound warrior that people expected from the merfolk. His smooth and light skin (when it wasn’t changing colors with his mood), shoulder-length blue hair and fairly lean body made him more of a mer-twink than anything.

With his mom asleep in her waterbed upstairs, Ivan came down for a midnight snack and a late-night swim. His tail needed to stretch out and even a relative shut-in like himself needed to clear out his gills and soak with a proper swim once in a while. He was just a rare kind of mermaid who went swimming with his shirt on.

“Come on, come on,” Ivan mused to himself.

He paddled his tail to the far side of the pool, eying up the basketball hoop him and his mom had pulled to the other side. He squeezed the ball in his hand and dove underwater, pumping his tail in a smooth arc back up. He breached again and splashed out, getting some surprising air for such a scrawny creature. Ivan was just in dunking range when he saw the pale, naked body lounging in the neighbor’s yard. He stared long enough at the sleek and gorgeous body of an immortal supermodel just long enough to fail his dunk, but he at least was able to jerk his head back to avoid smacking into the rim.

Ivan crashed back down with an awkward splash, sputtering as he sorted out his lungs from his gills after the awkward landing.

“Ive? You good over there?” Violet called over the fence.

The vampiress and professional model was naturally only available for night shoots and so was around when the moms with earlier shifts weren’t available. The tall, thin, curvy woman with lightly curled black hair walked up to the fence. She was just finishing pulling on a robe over her otherwise naked body.

“Yea!” Ivan covered with a crack to his voice. “I’m good! Just dove too fast!”

“Oh really?” Violet smiled, her dark lipstick parting just enough to show the gleaming edge of a fang.

“Then am I going to find a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow?”

She nodded towards him and Ivan’s hand went right to his cheek. It was warm with blush, which on a merfolk meant a rainbow-colored streak as his body tried to figure out what color it wanted to be.

“I uh… might have seen you over the fence,” Ivan muttered, his tail stirring in the water.

Violet smiled wider. She hopped over the fence, an effortless gesture with her undead strength and model’s grace. Ivan’s awkward teenage crush flared up again as the barely dressed milf touched down noiselessly.

“Oh that. Moonbathing’s supposed to be a nice way to bring out that silvery-gray glow to vampire skin. My agent mentioned it so I wanted to try it out, so I’ve been out the last few nights.”

The red-eyed woman glanced down at Ivan in the pool. “So?” she asked expectantly.

“So?” he replied in confusion.

“So do you think it’s working?”

Violet parted her robe, showing off her high and perky tits. She had an amazing body, even for someone who had unnaturally stuck herself into her mid-twenties. Lean and lightly muscled with a tight belly but with the curves still where she wanted them. She’d had her human son a few years before she’d let herself be turned, giving her time to lose her pregnancy weight and reclaim her cougar figure. Her skin was unnaturally pale, even compared to Ivan’s, giving it a shiny shade of dusty gray instead of just someone who’d been out of the sun (which technically she was). Her bush was shaved down to a small, precise patch like a tiny arrow pointing the way to her privates.

“I… uh… uh…” Ivan stammered as he stared at her naked body. “I think so. You look… great, Violet.”

“You think so?” Violet asked, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Ivan nodded rapidly as he sat mesmerized by her subtle jiggling.

“Well I’m starting to think it’s bullshit. But it’s a nice way to spend a quiet night instead of trashy late-night bullshit tv. How many washed up comedians need their own goddamn show anyway?”

Ivan laughed and loosened up a bit at the joke. Violet squatted down by the pool, leaning on her knees as she smiled at him.

“Care to come over and keep me company?”

The merboy swallowed and eyed up her crotch, spread out neatly near his face.

“I mean… it’ll take me a bit to get over there,” he admitted. “I can barely reach the backboard let alone the fence.”

“Oh no trouble at all,” Violent chimed. She reached into the water and caught Ivan by the arm. She hoisted him out with one firm pull, catching the merman by surprise. Even his mom had trouble moving him when he was out of the water, just from the sheer bulk involved with a mermaid tail. The vampire lifted him bridal style into her arms before she leapt back over her fence. She gave a small grunt of effort but was otherwise unhindered.

“There we go, guppy. No trouble, just like I said.”

She smiled and squeezed Ivan tightly, mashing him up against her chest. His rainbow blush returned as he found his cool, wet body pressed up against her open robe.

“Yea. Great,” he laughed awkwardly. He shifted his tail around until he was settled back on her grass, slithering along with her towards her reclining beach chair. Violet laid back into it and shrugged off her robes with an effortless and comfortable gesture.

“Well, let’s get a move on, sport,” Violet offered as she laid back and shut her eyes comfortably. “Are you feeding me tonight or am I feeding you?”

Ivan gave a soft squeak as he shuddered, his skin flushing purple from a mix of pink excitement and blue withdrawal. The shy merboy was easily teased and tempted by the sex vampiress, and he was always crawling back for more. She had a way of making his body squirm and his heart race that made him absolutely lightheaded with overwhelmed glee.

“I’d like to taste you, mistress,” he muttered.

Violet’s black-painted lips curled into a wide smile. He had started calling her that during their last couple encounters and it was starting to grow on her. Her dark pink nipples perked up from his words where the warm night air had failed.

“Well then, guppy, you can help yourself. Not like there’s anything in your way.”

Violet spread her legs expectantly and Ivan slinked over in front of them. He laid himself down between her legs and started to rub at her feet, curiously fingering between her toes. He never had much of a chance to explore them, and even when he hung out with Charlie he was all hooves. It drove Ivan’s aroused curiosity wild and he lightly kissed the tips of her toes before licking up her sole. He was curious about feet in general, but worshiping those of his secret mistress felt especially exciting.

Violet didn’t have much of an opinion on feet. She’d modeled them before but never got the appeal. Seeing Ivan staring at her wide-eyed as he licked the grass and dirt from her soles was still arousing to see him enjoying himself so thoroughly, eyes wide with fascination and pleasure as he kissed his way up her legs.

“Good little bottom feeder,” Violet purred, smiling down at the femmy merfolk. “You going to lick your big strong she-shark clean? Service your alpha predator?”

Ivan nodded furiously, his eyes wide with pleasure. There were nights when he just laid in Violet’s arms and let her slowly drink from him. It was never enough to put him in danger. Nothing a juice box didn’t fix, but it made his whole body tingle as she just rubbed him down while using him for her own pleasure.

Some people were uncomfortable with vampires living among them as the only natural predator of other intelligent species. A subby twink like Ivan found it too hot to be uncomfortable.

He finally worshipped his way high enough on Violet’s unmoving body that he reached her pussy. He mashed his face right into it, moaning noisily as his slick tongue slid inside her. The undead milf gasped and tensed up a bit as usual, her body shocked by the cooler temperature of his tongue. As much as Violet enjoyed hugging her sun-warmed son coming home after school, the aquatic sub’s colder mouth against her crotch was almost as compelling a sensation.

“There’s my good little beta fish,” Violet purred. “Such a good boy. What a good little bitch…”

She stroked her fingers through Ivan’s long blue hair, giving it the occasional pull or squeeze. His tail flipped eagerly at her rougher attention, letting her pull him in deeper between her thighs. His flexible tongue curled and rolled around inside her, lapping up her warm juices and tasting her pussy. Her sex was entirely alien to his species, making it an exotic flavor he couldn’t get enough of. He breathed heavily as his whole body throbbed with pleasure. Soon he was forced deep enough that he had to open up his gills to breathe, panting wetly through them as he slobbered greedily at her pussy.

Ivan’s moans and mewls escaped his lips as they kissed around her clit in noisy worship until he arched her back. She hissed and sputtered quietly as she squirted into his face, the cool but thick fluids coating his already slick tongue. Ivan gurgled as his eyes rolled and he gulped down her cum, his upper body flushing a dull pink as the arousal numbed his mind.

“Mmmm… fuck the moon thing,” Violet sighed as her body relaxed back into the chair. She still forced Ivan to stay inside her pussy, grinding her hips to smear more of her damp pussy juices over his face.

“What I need is a nightly little fishy fuckboy to lick me clean. Nothing makes me feel more unalive than that.”

With the same strength that had lifted him before, Violet pulled up on Ivan’s hair. He flinched instinctively as she dragged him up to her and kissed him deeply, shoving her tongue into his mouth while he was still coated in her cum. He shivered and rested his hands on her chest, idly pawing at her pale and perky tits.

“That wet enough for you, my tasty little rainbow trout?” Violet asked gently.

“Yes, mistress,” Ivan mewled as he laid limp in her arms, resting his head on her chest in his naughty sense of serenity.

Violet chuckled and itched at his hair, idly praising and toying with the boy as they laid together. She had been a vampire long enough but recently enough that she never had to hunt for her victims. She had been turned and raised on the government-issued blood packs that were her mandatory meals each month, so she never remembered having the urge to bite anyone. Toying with the subby little boy who craved this kind of dominant attention was a great outlet for her daily stress and any remaining predatory instincts, and with Lucas going to school she couldn’t spend a ton of time with him. Coddling and cuddling the merboy was a nice temporary substitute for that as well.

Of course, Ivan didn’t want his mom to find out. He couldn’t imagine what Emma would think if she found out he was sleeping with one of their neighbors.