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                                 Maude's
                           by Thinking Horndog

Copyright© 2008 by Thinking Horndog


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Description: The uninitiated assumed that Maude's was a cathouse. Little did they know...

Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF Ff cons reluc hypno het ScFi inc mother son humil poly 1st oral exhib
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Chapter 1


"Seven point eight!" Chuck Oberndorfer yipped as he skipped toward his father's car, "Yippee!"

"Well, get in and stifle it at bit!" his father retorted, grinning. "You don't want to get shot at, and we have a limited amount of time for your family birthday celebration -- we're going to Maude's tonight!"

"Maude's! Mom will SHIT!" Chuck erupted -- then covered his mouth.

Gary Oberndorfer chuckled. "Earlier this week maybe, but not now -- she knows." He pulled away from the curb and turned the car for home and the family portion of his son's coming of age celebration.

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Chuck's birthday was Thursday; Sherry Oberndorfer got HER surprise on the previous Monday. After a quiet dinner (without the children) Gary had driven Sherry to a huge old Victorian home on the edge of town. "Why are we here?" she asked.

"I thought we should do something educational as well as entertaining," Gary replied. "Just hold your questions -- they're better answered by the staff." After parking, he led Sherry to the house, where they were greeted by a fortyish woman and led to a table in a large ballroom -- one of several arranged in a semicircle around a large podium. After some drinks were served, the lights dimmed and a forty-something looking woman ascended the raised dais.

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to Maude's. I'm your hostess, Maude Carlson."

Sherry gasped and turned to Gary, "What... ?"

"Wait," Gary shushed her.

"I see some looks of surprise as I look around the room," Maude declaimed. "No doubt that's for good reason. God knows what those of you who are surprised must think you're in for -- so I'll dispel your fears at the outset. This is an educational seminar -- a presentation, if you will. There will be none of the hijinks some of you appear to expect to occur in this place. In fact tonight's presentation is specifically designed to provide you with a clear understanding of what REALLY DOES go on here, rather than the rumors and disinformation that are epidemic surrounding it."

Maude looked around and smiled gently. "There has been a LOT of confusion - wild charges, disinformation, and public uproar - since I opened this establishment a few months back. I supposed that the most prevalent rumor is that this establishment is a house of prostitution. While I can understand how this misunderstanding may have occurred, let me be clear - this is an educational institution!"

This statement caused a bit of an uproar; Maude put her hands out to quiet the crowd. "Please, please! Allow me to continue and I will prove my case!" She waved her hand and a projection appeared behind her - charts and statistical data. "American youth is significantly unprepared for the responsibilities pressed upon them by the current emergency - by which I refer to the impending invasion of the Swarm. The Confederacy has decreed that for their purposes, children reach adulthood at age fourteen. Their criteria are simple - not to say simplistic - biologically, the vast majority of humans -- male or female - are prepared to function sexually by age fourteen. The vast majority of Western civilization's answer to this decree was 'Well, yes, but... ' - but the Darjee - and the Confederacy in general - turned a deaf ear. Maximizing the birth rate requires that we begin to procreate at the earliest feasible date - and fourteen works for some ninety-plus percent of the population. Since we really don't want our children to miss out on the diaspora, we've put up with this."

New charts went up - and a globe. "Not everyone complained," Maude continued. "You see, in many countries, the Confederacy's edict isn't a problem - children are treated as adults as early as thirteen in some countries in the Far East, for instance, and in Africa. Australian aborigines would also be a prime example. But here in the United States, we feel that the young are not really ready to accept responsibility for their actions until eighteen at the earliest - and therefore, because we have failed to prepare them properly, they aren't."

This brought a rumble from the floor. More charts appeared behind Maude and she flourished a laser pointer. "Children haven't changed. Our race hasn't altered significantly in several thousand years. Yet we choose to believe that our children are unable to carry the burdens of adulthood. We shield them and protect them - and stunt their growth. As late as the early part of the last century, the median age for MARRIAGE was fifteen IN THIS COUNTRY! A sixteen year old girl who was not being courted was considered an old maid incapable of attracting a male and likely to be a burden on her family for a serious length of time! Natural selection can be quick - but only on a geological scale, ladies and gentlemen. We're no different than our great-grandfathers from a purely biological standpoint. Why, therefore, are our children?"

Maude looked around, measuring the silence. "Thanks to the Pilgrims, America is one of the most sexually repressed countries on Earth. We're a testament to the fact that ignorance and superstition and bigotry take root in every person before enlightenment and education can open the windows of the soul and banish them. The British, who bequeathed us this extremist mindset, did it in the process of ejecting unwanted elements from their civilization, much as they did later by shipping convicts to Australia - and thereby purged themselves of the problem. But we inherited it and carried it from coast to coast. We've been doing a miserable job of raising our children, failing to teach them some of the most fundamental aspects of the human condition - largely due to the fact that we were never properly exposed to that curriculum at a young age, either. No, we were told that our process of procreation was 'dirty' and not to be discussed in public - and although we've many of us learned otherwise, those prejudices we were inculcated with at a young age continues to provoke the kind of knee-jerk reaction that causes us to propagate the cycle of ignorance without thinking about it ... Added to this was our natural desire to provide our children with what we never had and the false enlightenment of the last few decades of the past century, and we are saddled with a generation that has no concept of personal responsibility and is unable to even visualize the consequences of their actions. Our children are not adults at twenty-five, let alone fourteen!" She glared around the room, "Tell me that you don't already know this!" Around the room, people recoiled at the rebuke.

Maude continued, "In almost every continent of this world, children assume roles that include vital responsibility for the family unit before puberty - but Western civilization - here in the United States in particular - pretends that they are unable to assume the mantle of adulthood. This is largely in the name of protection, because the young make mistakes - but when did we forget that making mistakes is a learning process? We've been STEALING from our children by wrapping them in security blankets and only allowing the safest of experiences to trickle through the openings. Well, ladies and gentlemen, the world has changed - and we can do something about it or we can hide our heads in the sand and be ground into fertilizer when the aliens arrive!"

Maude gathered herself. "So we're saddled with a situation; our children - our best and brightest - aren't going to be staying with us any more for the period that we anticipated that they would. We need to prepare them for life faster - or we need to find a way to ensure that they have help making the right choices. How do we do that? Education, ladies and gentlemen, education. And what is the first choice we need to help them with? Their companions, should they be extracted!" Maude looked around. "Each of you has a son or a daughter approaching that critical age. What happens if almost immediately after they are tested, they stumble into a pickup? They'll be required - on the spur of the moment - to select mates - theoretically for the rest of their lives! How many of you are under the impression that selection is going to go well if it happens to your child tomorrow?" She glanced around. "The Confederacy extracts fourteen year olds - and they expect them to contribute to the gene pool - but they generally do not deploy them to the fighting forces until they are eighteen. Why is that, do you think? Because they know they're not ready for combat at fourteen, even though they CAN procreate. Instead, they send them back to school - an intensive course designed to make them technologically literate in ways no one else has time to be, while they work their way through the minefield of family and personal responsibility."

The slideshow changed again, to show a stylized outline of a boy and a girl. "Now that we've discussed nurture, let's look at the underlying nature. Young men and young women have different goals at the outset. While a fourteen year old girl has some interest in sex, she has longer term goals in mind as a rule; basically, she's looking for love and a mate. This is basic biology; she needs to secure a partner and support for her offspring, which is a long-term project. Young males, on the other hand, aren't looking for ANYTHING long-term, and their interest in sex occupies a considerable portion of their attention. In fact, a fourteen year old boy is a semen delivery system, and he spends hours each and every day trying to figure out how to be more successful at it. Since adults have chopped off most of his opportunities, he lives in a constant state of agitation. This is exacerbated by the things we allow young women to do and to wear. A fourteen year old girl is a newly-minted weapons platform in the war between the sexes - everything is bright and sleek and polished and has that new-car smell, if you will; they're not showing the wear and tear of older models who sat low in the water for nine months working on construction, then spent another several months providing fuel for others before the demand went away, leaving them with empty tanks. No, they're tight and sleek and nothing on them has had its elasticity tested. All of the equipment works, but no one has ever used it - and it is put on display as much as possible, in the hopes of attracting the interest of that elusive male..." Maude smiled. "The problem is a fourteen year old girl has everything she needs but very little idea how to use it. Their focus isn't on sex, but on romance - even though they're sending floods of sexual attractors. And make no mistake - if a male wanders in to her area of influence, it was NOT romance that attracted him - it was the lure of sex - and opportunity to discharge a load of those pent-up little wigglers that are driving him crazy trying to get out! Is this a match made in Heaven? Errr, not exactly..."

Maude smiled. "Historically - and again, we're talking about timeframes into the middle of the last century - the effort of everyday living put certain pressures on the home - its size, in particular. And that meant that children got a certain amount of sex education from watching their parents go at it." There was a collective gasp. "Now, think about it - how much privacy do you think your pioneer ancestors had in their one-room cabins while they were pumping out the large quantities of children required to ensure the survival of an adequate number of bodies to get the chores done? This is STILL the case in some countries on this planet of ours, but generations of wealth have skewed our viewpoint, so we don't think about it - it isn't a situation in our experience. When we think about this kind of thing, inbred hillbillies come to mind - and we neglect to remember that the conditions such people live under echo what our own great-grandparents dealt with. Even the inbreeding is a consequence of living in a confined space next to great temptation..."

Maude looked around at the host of scandalized expressions confronting her and grinned. "But I digress. What IS a match made in Heaven? If you deliver a fourteen year old boy and a couple of fourteen year old girls to a pickup, what is the likely result? Is that a recipe for perfection -- or a recipe for disaster? Given the lack of limitations imposed upon a male volunteer and the experience level of the trio, what are the chances that BOTH of those young girls won't irritate their sponsor and get shoved out an airlock because they have the wrong focus and none of the three of them knows what they're doing? They're good, I'm afraid. And that's EXACTLY why, despite the pressures of an uninformed public, the Confederacy INSISTS that this institution should continue to exist - because the human race is losing prime breeding stock to ignorance!"

The slides changed again. "This is the comparison of the male and female reproductive cycle - it's been around for decades and comes from sources we've all heard about - I didn't have to compile it from anywhere specious," Maude declared. "As you can see, the male's capabilities ramp up rapidly from puberty until about age twenty, after which they slowly taper off. The female, on the other hand, while capable from puberty, exhibits a different pattern of interest. We've all heard of women in their late twenties and early thirties whose biological clocks are ticking - this is why. Young girls spend more time interested in love than sex - and their response curve tends to cross that of the male over a decade after the male's peak. What does that suggest? Oddly, it suggests that, sexually, the optimum partner for a young male is a woman a decade his senior and the optimum partner for a young girl is a male as much as twice that!"

This comment produced another uproar; Maude put up her hands. "The thing about the truth is that even when they recognize it, people tend to deny it if it brings them discomfort. Obviously, this data has implications - one of which is that marriage tends to be unstable over time. Why? As time goes on, the male and the female have different needs. Early, a female seeks protection and comfort and safety - and in many cases looks for sexual partners who know what they are doing. Later, when they are more confident in themselves, nature ramps up the pleasurable component in order to ensure that they make the leap and procreate if they haven't earlier in the cycle. This urgency is felt more and more as menopause approaches, and then tapers off some after - but older women still enjoy sex within their capabilities. Still, there are long periods in a woman's life when sex isn't a top priority - and actual motherhood can readily displace it."

"Males," Maude continued, "are different, as has been previously described. Young males feel the urge to procreate keenly - basically all day every day. A willing female in their presence WILL be serviced - period. As the male matures, he begins to understand the needs of the female and assumes responsibility for her and certain of his offspring - but early in the process, getting his itch scratched regularly is top priority. Age brings a certain perspective on the implications and consequences of sexual activity - by the time he's twenty, most males understand that a female wants a long-term commitment, even if they're not prepared to deliver one. But earlier on, males are less selective - for instance, is there any male present this evening who can honestly say that as a teen he didn't fantasize about enjoying his mother sexually - or perhaps a sister, or both?" A couple of men raised their hands, but under Maude's challenging stare, lowered them. Sherry eyed Gary in surprise, as he never even showed an inclination to raise his hand.

"Girls aren't immune. Daddy provides the average teen girl comfort and protection and in some cases sexual stimulation. And climbing onto daddy's lap can lead Daddy's Girl into unfamiliar territory - especially if her curiosity and receptivity push his limits either over time or at an unguarded moment," Maude continued inexorably. "The female's allure continues to be effective in a limited way on the male throughout his life, and while an older male may regularly maintain control of his urges, if he is approached correctly in a weak moment - particularly by a girl who is persistent or who deploys her weapons properly - he may slip. As I've previously indicated, a young woman is at her peak of desirability, and the male - by design - has no defense. Add the fact that he already loves her and that she is inside his normal defenses for this reason, and you have the possibility of an explosive situation. Much is perception; if the father perceives his daughter as 'my little girl' she is generally safe - but if she begins to do things that cause him to evaluate her as an adult female, that layer of protection dissipates. Research indicates that the male has to be well into his forties or early fifties before a nubile teen female is considered 'too young' to have sex with."

"Mothers control the relationship between themselves and their sons by being generally immune; the son will have other female interests outside the home before the mother recognizes him as an adult male. Should they lose that indifference, however, a cycle will be established - once the mother recognizes her son as a male and therefore potent, she will react to him as such, instinctively - which will lead him to temptation. If the cycle continues - and it is likely to if the mother is in her sexual prime and not receiving outside attention - eventually, the man/boy will attempt to seduce her - or perhaps vice-versa. Again, the established relationship removes layers of defense, because they love one another. Ladies, be advised that in the process of educating you this evening, I may be stripping away your indifference to your son's sexuality - you need to be careful and ensure that your desires are met elsewhere, so that you remain sexually satisfied in his presence and don't start a pattern of flirting or other sexual innuendo..."

"She can't be serious!" Sherry whispered. Gary just eyed her - he knew better.

"Setting incest aside for the moment, we can see that the young male and young female tend to benefit from an older sexual partner; each will get his or her needs from the other," Maude continued her lecture. "In both cases, the younger partner gets the benefit of the older partner's sexual experience; the young male benefits from the increased libido of an older woman and the young female benefits from the protection and support of the older male. This works well into the early to mid twenties - at which point both male and female are prepared to deal with someone their own age. Actually, this phase occurs this late in young people who have not been exposed to a stable relationship with an older lover - it occurs earlier when they have as they tend to mature earlier. At this point, the 'family cycle' begins; the female is ready to reproduce and the male is prepared to support it. This phase will go on for a decade and a half to two decades - at the end of which, the female's libido reaches a point where it is not within the male's limited resources to fulfill her needs. The third cycle begins at this point - optimally, each of them will take on a young lover. This is the complement to the early cycle, obviously, and it lasts no longer than the first cycle - and before you deny its existence, let me remind you that we have a name for it - the mid-life crisis. While the male is the most visible as he answers the siren call of a younger woman, the female quietly benefits by putting herself back on the market and attracting new males without a requirement to be loyal to a single one. Clearly, this three-phase relationship cycle isn't the monogamous marriage model - but it conforms readily to patterns of stability and instability in that model."

The slide show changed to depict groupings of males and females with various lines from one to another. "The Confederacy model, however, is NOT monogamous - it is polygamous. This is undoubtedly how humans operated in prehistory - or even in biblical times. A family group contained more than one male and perhaps several more females than males - and resources were shared, human and otherwise. Arduous tasks were distributed across the family group, including child-rearing. Packs or tribes encountered others and merged and split maintaining genetic diversity. The Confederacy model supports all relationship cycles simultaneously, if the family unit is properly constructed - vigor and maturity and potency and youth can be blended in such a way as to ensure that all of the tasks that need doing are accomplished. But the family unit has to be constructed properly or it all falls apart - and that's where we come in."

"Now, before you ask 'Who is this woman to blather all of this nonsense?' let me tell you that I've been there. I'm told that my appearance is that of a woman of approximately forty - but the fact is that my appearance is the result of the infusion a year ago of the universal health-maintenance nanobots - my real age is sixty-seven. I've seen it all - including failed marriages, 'improper' urges, menopause - everything! And I thought it was all over until I awoke one morning to find that my arthritis was in reversal - and so was my libido! I'd been doing research on Confederacy selection procedures and their results when the whole thing came home to roost - and when I took the case to the Confederacy along with my proposed solution, the AIs agreed with my analysis completely - and Maude's was born."

"What do we do?" Maude asked rhetorically. "The majority of selectees are male. The staff here are all older women - most beyond menopause and unable to emigrate, but possessed of healthy libidos. We provide young men with a sexual outlet and instruction - and a valuable appreciation for older women. Yes, there is a small fee, to keep the place afloat - and that doubtless contributes to the misconception that this is a house of ill-repute - but the intent is to provide this service as close to free of charge as possible - which is NOT the model of prostitution! Sometime soon, I hope to hear that my petition for a grant from the Confederacy has been approved and the costs will go away entirely."

"Oddly, our effort somewhat mirrors certain traditions wherein some fathers would bring their sons to a professional escort for his release from virginity - but given the commercial nature of that effort probably sullied the effects in many cases. My therapists teach sex as a pleasurable exercise for both parties, not something that a woman endures for money - and they do it because they enjoy it. We bring our young charges through the storms of premature ejaculation and over-stimulation and excitement through to confidence and adeptness at a number of lovemaking techniques designed to bring harmony to his Confederacy family unit." Maude glanced around. "Now that I've let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, it is only right that I present the staff. They will be assisting with the question and answer phase of this evening's seminar; I will also be available to answer individual questions. Thank you for your attention, ladies and gentlemen." A dozen handsome older women entered the room from the wings as Maude stepped down from her perch.

"I can't believe this!" Sherry erupted.

"What's so odd about it?" Gary retorted. "Didn't it make sense? I find it compelling!"

"You would!" Sherry retorted. "You're male!"

A gentle voice offered from behind Sherry, "Didn't you just prove our point, Dear?"

Sherry spun. There was a pleasant-looking woman with silver flecked red hair standing behind her. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Emily."

"I ... this whole thing is hard to swallow!" Sherry erupted.

"What part of it, exactly? Believe me, we have the data to prove our thesis - and the Confederacy is thrilled to death with the results!" Emily replied.

"The ... incest thing," Sherry lit on a subject at random.

"Boys or girls?" Emily queried.

"Boys!"

"Dear, how long has it been since you've had a good, long look at your son's penis?" Emily asked gently. "Five years? Seven?"

Sherry frowned. "Uh, it can't be THAT long!"

"When did you stop bathing him? Or supervising it?" Emily prompted.

"Umm, okay - but still..."

"How tall is he?"

"Well, about..." Sherry realized that Chuck was her height. "It still can't..."

"When do you think it happens, Dear?" Emily asked gently. "Are you aware that he masturbates?"

"I'm sure he..." Sherry stopped. There was the matter of that towel that kept showing up in his room... "Is," she finished belatedly.

"It took a sledgehammer, but I believe my point is made," Emily said quietly. "The problem with using a sledgehammer is that it breaks things..." She shifted her glance to Gary, eyeing him apologetically.

"What is THAT supposed to mean?" Sherry snarled.

"In forcing you to examine your preconceptions, I may have damaged your relationship with your son," Emily said quietly. "On the other hand, not to seem TOO indelicate, there is a point I should perhaps make. The Confederacy's genetic science being what it is, incest is, um, not a consideration in concubine selection." She eyed Gary. "Your pardon, Sir."

Sherry turned to Gary, confusion writ large on her face, and then gasped, "OH!" She whirled on Emily. "Are you suggesting that I sleep with my son to secure a place with him if he is extracted?"

"I'm suggesting nothing," Emily replied, "I am merely pointing out a potential consequence of our conversation. You would have arrived at this among other conclusions given sufficient thought - I am merely validating the assumption. However, you would probably have to be co-located with your son at pickup - or pregnant and not to term..."

"This is..." Sherry looked prepared to explode.

"Preposterous?" Emily finished for her, smiling gently. "Not so much as you might think. As Maude indicated, these things happen. They have ALWAYS happened. We as a culture have been able to push them in a little box and tell everyone that it isn't so - largely because even our middle class lives like the rich in most countries and has been able to afford to isolate family members for more than one generation, so we, personally, have never had the experience -- but that really doesn't change things. When families live on top of one another, they see things and do things that are ... not sanctioned by religion."

"Incest is..." Sherry sputtered.

" ... A scientifically validated problem? Yes, it is, taken to the extreme - but in a single pass? We do it all the time in agriculture and animal husbandry," Emily pointed out. "Besides, if birth control is employed and there is no issue, is it incest?" Sherry opened her mouth to reply hotly but closed it, frowning. Emily turned to Gary, "Sir, I apologize for where this is going, but she continues to lead me and it is my job to educate her and shine the light on her prejudices..."

Gary pursed his lips. "It shouldn't destroy our family if I'm prepared for it."

Emily nodded. "Then, to reiterate, the Confederacy is disinterested in enforcing any legal or moral standard regarding incest."

Sherry sat looking embarrassed and uncomfortable. "I don't see me..."

Emily nodded. "Perhaps you won't. Perhaps you shouldn't - but you will undoubtedly think about it now. If your opinion on the matter continues to be the one you have demonstrated to me, you are at least warned and informed." She paused for a moment. "You have the option of conducting your son's sexual education yourself, actually, if you consider that it would not damage him emotionally..."

Sherry's eyes popped. "How could you say such a thing?!"

Emily pursed her lips and spread her hands. "Perhaps in order to make the alternative seem less unappetizing?"

Gary chuckled. "So, Emily, do you... ?"

"I take a student twice a week, on average. The young are ... athletic. I usually need a day to recuperate. Women can, on occasion, deal with multiple men - but men will come back more often than a single woman is prepared to handle, in general, over time. This is another strength of the Confederacy system - the male is sated, even though his performance is enhanced. It allows his attention to be focused elsewhere. The women share the load - or loads..." Emily covered her mouth, pretending to hide the smile the indelicate comment generated.

"And you are how old?" Sherry asked archly.

Her look accused Sherry of rudeness, but she answered. "I am fifty- six."

"So, you teach... ?" Sherry asked, her tone subdued.

"Control," Emily supplied. "Effective treatment of erogenous zones. Cunnilingus and fellatio. Various positions. Female anatomy. In the process we try to instill an appreciation for having an older mentor."

"This isn't done in one night, then," Sherry mused.

"Oh, no. We generally look to do at least five or six sessions," Emily replied. "Having given the student a taste for the pleasures involved, we periodically have to, umm, take responsibility for bleeding off the excess during additional visits."

"What about young girls?" Sherry asked.

"We have a similar facility for girls," Emily replied, "but it is smaller, as males must be old enough to be a father figure but young enough to sustain performance. They also need to inspire trust in the student."

"Um," Sherry mused. "I wasn't clear. Do you ever mix boys with girls their own age?"

Emily nodded. "We do, but it is limited. It would be nice to be able to control such things, but it isn't generally considered necessary. A graduate tends to display a certain ... confidence ... which will bring him girls his own age - and his education will allow him to provide an acceptable experience to the young lady involved - better than merely acceptable, in fact."

"So, a few sessions with you and 'poof!' they're Don Juan, or Romeo," Sherry sneered.

"I did not say that," Emily replied archly, "but they are CERTAINLY a vast improvement over uninformed rutting in a back seat..." Her eyes became hooded. "Perhaps you would be interested in testing the product? You could determine for yourself whether a particular student has graduated..."

Sherry gasped. "You do that?"

"It is an option," Emily replied blandly. "Some parents of prospective students find it ... instructive."

"I ... don't think..." Sherry backpedalled.

"You HAVE accused us of fostering ineptitude..."

"I beg your pardon," Sherry apologized.

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After that it seemed that Sherry had stepped in it so many times that she was intimidated, so they left soon after. In the car, she asked diffidently, "Do you really think Chuck needs this?"

Gary flicked a glance at her, "You'd rather send him out unprepared?"

"Well, the school has stepped up Sex Ed..."

"Did talking about sex prepare YOU for doing it?" Gary pressed.

Sherry grimaced. "Well, no, but ... He's sensible. I know he's seen the tips the Confederacy has put out on this..."

Gary rolled his eyes. "Imagine that you're a fourteen year old virgin at a pickup. Nubile young girls are waving their tits at you from all directions - but you're gonna do what some guy says and pick up some old woman twice your age so she can run your life ... Yeah, I see THAT happening!"

"Okay, okay!" Sherry threw up her hands.

"There is no way he's going to do that unless he is shown the benefits - none! Besides, why on Earth do you want him to go out totally ignorant?" Gary ranted.

"I don't know..." Sherry looked defensive. "That whole incest thing was ... disturbing."

"It was meant to be," Gary replied. "It was meant to open your eyes."

"The idea that I would seduce my son in order to..." Sherry shuddered.

"I don't suppose that it has occurred to you that if he passes and we're with him at a pickup, we could BOTH go - the only downside being that I would have to share you with him!" Gary replied.

"You wouldn't DO that, would you?" Sherry gasped.

"Well, no," Gary replied, "especially if he was in the sixes or low sevens somewhere. Limiting him to you would be unfair to him. Above that, when he could pick two more women AND have you along? Well, maybe."

"It isn't right," Sherry retorted - but she was subdued about it.

"I think it depends upon the circumstances," Gary replied. "Let's say, for the sake of argument, that you're a single mother with three kids - one of whom just hit fourteen and passed his CAP test. Is it selfish to try to get him to take you so your other kids - his brothers and sisters - could go? He would get another woman, too, after all..."

"I don't know." Sherry rubbed her face, seriously conflicted. Gary sighed; if Sherry had a fault, it was the fact that she was EXTREMELY hidebound. That was probably a big chunk of her five point six CAP score. Fortunately, she was also a wee bit submissive - which also didn't help her for CAP, but it made her malleable. If Gary had only topped six point three, it wouldn't have been an issue...



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Chapter 2


Thursday evening, after a quiet family celebration, Gary drove his son to Maude's. "I need to set expectations here," he told Chuck. "This place isn't full of young hot mamas. They're mamas, all right, but they're your mother's age -- at least."

"Really? Why is that?" Chuck asked.

"Put simply? They know what they're doing," Gary replied, "and they have the patience to teach YOU what YOU'RE doing! Young chicks haven't been there and done that -- you're here to benefit from their experience."

"Well..."

"Trust me," Gary chuckled. "It all still works or they wouldn't be there."

"Yeah, but dating someone old enough to be my mother..." Chuck mused.

Gary chuckled. "Oddly, your mother had similar concerns. You're aware, of course, they if you want foxy young mamas, you can take an older, experienced chick who knows what she's doing and crank back her apparent age, right? It's the best of both worlds!"

"Hmmm. I never thought of that..." Chuck mused.

"If you're at a pickup and some sweet young thing looks up at you with big eyes and tells you she has no idea how to suck a cock..." Gary chuckled.

"Dad! I can't BELIEVE you just said that!"

"Son, we're on our way to get you laid - and your mother is nowhere to be seen. You know and I know what the words are - and you're about to put them to the music. We can bend the rules a bit and express ourselves."

"Yeah, okay," Chuck nodded. "I see your point. Both of them, actually. But they're gonna be old, here, right?"

"They'll be old at pickup, too, Son. You need to be able to evaluate what you're looking at - you'll be having them edited later. Most likely, the criteria should be temperament and performance. But these women won't be dogs, for their age - they're here to convince you that looking at their sisters is a good idea, not to gross you out."

"Their sisters?" Chuck wrinkled his nose.

"Other older women," Gary clarified.

"Oh. Right."

At the door, Chuck was met by an old-looking Mediterranean beauty with a good-sized rack, prominently displayed. "Good evening. Do you have an appointment, Sir?" She addressed Chuck, not Gary.

"Uh, yes?" Chuck turned to his father for verification. "I'm Chuck - Chuck Oberndorfer."

"Oh, yes! I'm Fiona. Come right in - the ladies are waiting in the parlor." Fiona took Chuck by the hand and led him into the parlor, where eight women were present, apparently relaxing. They were all 'old women' by Chuck's definition - but, looking around, he had to admit that being old didn't keep them from being hot! Justine, Clara, Julia, May - the names rolled off him while he took in the visuals - they ALL seemed to have something nice to look at on them! Emily, Francine, Eileen ... Chuck drifted from handshake to handshake. "Things are a bit thin tonight," Fiona apologized, "We're training four other students..."

"Training? Students?" Chuck gulped.

"Yes, Sweetheart. You're here to learn - about women," Fiona clarified, smiling. "The first thing you get to do is pick a teacher."

"Ummm..." Chuck's eyes swept the group. Not one was under his mother's age, he reckoned, but they all DRESSED young. Not REALLY young, as a lot of REALLY young girls were showing off their nipples these days and none of them had gone quite that far - but there was a LOT of cleavage visible, and quite a bit of leg. Clothing styles tended to be racy but demure; no one was wearing a thong - or, at least, no one was wearing one with parts of it showing. There were no bare midriffs. Skirts varied between above the knee but not ridiculous to slit nearly to the hip. Several of the women wore something translucent, somewhere - but any of them could leave the house and go ANYWHERE - even a nightclub, or fancy restaurant - in what they were wearing. In fact, many of them would be considered over-dressed for someplace like a grocery store. They were all very ... classy, came to mind. Most of them - except Eileen, who was rail-thin and didn't even seem to have breasts - were ... matronly. Not fat, per se - well, Francine was pretty chubby - but they had that thickening that said they'd had children. Very few mothers avoided that, in Chuck's limited experience. Last, but not least, they were all calm and relaxed; a girl Chuck's age - probably even one several years older - would undoubtedly be visibly nervous, knowing that Chuck was selecting from among the group for a sexual encounter, but this group all had that serenity that comes with experience.

Chuck found the whole thing to be a lot more difficult than expected; one of these women was going to take his cherry - but which one? Oddly, he realized that even if there HAD been younger women in the room, he probably would not have selected one his age - they would have been outclassed. One item of curiosity surfaced, however, "Where is Maude?"

"Maude has taken on a student already this evening, Sweetheart. She's unavailable," Francine replied.

Chuck was mildly surprised. How long did this take, anyway? From his perspective, fifteen minutes would probably be plenty - he hoped to last a few seconds, but he was pretty excited. He nodded, not really understanding, merely in acknowledgement, and went back to his attempt to decide among those present. 'Eenie, meanie, miney, mo... ' didn't seem to cut it...

Francine and Eileen were out - largely because they represented extremes. That left six. Fiona was hot, but intimidating. Clara was black - something to look at, but not tonight. Chuck found that he was looking for something in particular - which was the coolest, most collected, most detached? The redhead -- what was her name? "Emily."

Emily smiled and came forward, extending her hands. "Excellent! Come, Chuck, we have much to do." Taking his hands, she led him from the room.

Gary made to fade away, but Fiona captured him. "Come this way - Chuck will be busy for an hour or two." She led him into what had probably been a library or drawing room, where a television was babbling and a couple of computers were available. "You'll find the syllabus for this evening's period of instruction up on the screens," she told Gary, "but feel free to surf the Net as you wish. Charlotte will take care of your refreshments and other needs." She pointed at a woman behind the sideboard in the corner. Gary nodded and seated himself at a keyboard to examine a class schedule already familiar from his early research.

Emily and Chuck had moved to a room that contained a computer, a large- screen television mounted on the wall, and a bed. Emily had seated herself on the bed and patted a place beside her, then pulled him closer. "This is a time of exploration - we'll get beyond in a bit. Feel free, Dear. I'm going to tell you what feels good and what doesn't - or what can be improved upon, at least. When it comes to sex, there's nothing like the practical exercise." When Chuck ran his hand along her midsection but seemed reluctant to move on to more controversial locations, she smiled and ruffled his buzz cut. "Don't be shy, Dear - I'm dressed so you can practice undressing a woman. Enjoy yourself. Get under there and find some skin - explore!" While he worked his way beneath the buttons of her blouse and worked her out of it, she lectured, "At a pickup, girls will probably divest themselves of their own clothing - and rapidly, if they're smart - but during the occasional tryst, the experience of removing clothing from another without having it become an exercise in frustration for both you and your partner is a valuable skill." Chuck's hands, then his eyes, found her breasts. "Sweet young things have breasts that defy gravity - but they've never been used, you know? They've never been swollen with milk, and then dried up after a baby has moved on to solid food. Nonetheless, most men enjoy fondling breasts - even if they sag miserably. It's a built-in thing, instinctive - and sometimes, those of an older woman are more ... satisfying. Go ahead..." Emily invited him to suckle - and Chuck couldn't resist. She was right; they were incredibly soft, and the nipples and areolas that capped them were fascinating toys. As for sagging, Emily's were losing the battle to gravity, but not in any excessive manner - her nipples still pointed outward, not downward, and the inch or so that they bottomed out below her chest wall wasn't much at all. No, they were VERY attractive ... Emily murmured, "Young girls have nipples that tend to be somewhat sensitive, but older women -especially those who have nursed children - tend to tolerate - even enjoy - a bit of gentle chewing..." Chuck tried his teeth, and Emily gasped, "Yes, like that - JUST like that!" Surprised, she found herself panting a bit - and lubricating. "You're very talented - you'll be in advanced classes in no time! Let's move on, if you're ready..." Chuck started multi-tasking, exploring the waistband of Emily's skirt looking for the fasteners while continuing to work Emily's nipples, one with his lips and teeth, and one with his fingers. Finding the button, he worked it one-handed in order to continue mauling her breasts. 'This one is a lot more flexible than his mother, ' Emily mused. The skirt was open quickly; Emily gathered herself and murmured, "Let's get me out of this..."

Chuck backed off and Emily stood, allowing the skirt to flutter to the floor, leaving her in stockings and a garter belt and red silk panties. "You like? This isn't the usual thing you'll find but it's more sexy and accessible than pantyhose," Emily told Chuck.

"It's very nice," Chuck breathed, his eyes flicking over her from head to foot.

Emily beckoned him forward, "Explore..."

It seemed natural that he end up against her with his hands on her ass. Cupping and squeezing, he murmured, "Dad says I'm here to learn to appreciate older women. It sure isn't hard..."

"Actually, it seems VERY hard," Emily replied, her eyes laughing.

"Yeah, that is," he agreed. His dick hurt, it was so stiff - and where it pressed against the soft bulge of her belly, it was hot...

"It's been proven that a selectee's family is more stable if he has a woman along who has been around and borne children," Emily gusted in his ear as his hands wandered along her back from her ass to her neck. "She can help younger women cope with her advice and experience."

"Is that why you're all my mom's age?" Chuck asked.

"Actually, Dear, I've met your mom and I'm much older," Emily purred. "I'm post-menopausal - do you know what that means?"

"No periods?"

"No periods, no eggs - and no children," Emily nodded. "And no eligibility to go anywhere. We'll teach you how to read a CAP card so you know whether an older woman who tickles your fancy is eligible. You don't have to work outside the panties," she added.

Both of his hands immediately slid under the waistband of the offending garment, "Mmmmmm!"

"Speaking of your mother, Dear - Since I'm here to educate you, I should inform you that the usual rules don't apply during a pickup. You CAN take your mother - but you MUST have sex with her, if you do. For most boys your age, that isn't such a terrible idea ... With your scores, you could take your father, too - and still manage two sweet young things..."

"Mom would FREAK!" Chuck chuckled.

"She did, actually," Emily smiled into his eyes. "Are you ready for a little comparative anatomy?"

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Gary was comparing lesson plans for advanced classes for male and female students when Maude herself entered the waiting room with a couple and a teenage girl in tow. "Certainly, we accept female students," she said, "but our capacity is lower due to the limited availability of instructors - and lower demand, I might add. Male instructors are required to be potent but patient, and they must be capable of making the student comfortable and earning her trust. We don't accept walk-ins. Right now, I'm afraid we have no one available..."

"But..." the female half of the couple objected - and was interrupted by a loud beep. The television and every computer monitor in the room lit with the text, "Recommend Gary Oberndorfer." Gary pushed himself away from the keyboard as if it had burned him! "I didn't..."

Maude recovered herself and addressed Gary, "No, of course you didn't, Dear." Turning to the couple, she added, "We have AI support - full Confederacy cooperation, actually. Apparently, ours has an unusual solution in mind. If you'll excuse me momentarily, perhaps we can accommodate you, after all..." She waved the trio to chairs and turned to approach Gary, who was still in denial.

"I REALLY didn't do that!"

"I know," Maude agreed. "Would you step this way, please?" She led him out of the room and down the hall to an office, where she waved him inside and shut the door. Turning to a screen on the wall, she chastened, "See here, AI - that was disruptive, to say the least!"

"Agreed," the AI said. "But communications facilities in the room are less than optimal - no directly controlled audio ports. Interfacing with the primitive machines in place was possible but deemed inefficient."

"What is this about Mr. Oberndorfer?"

"Data collected in previous visits and the data from Gary Oberndorfer's CAP tests indicate that he is physically and psychologically suited to an instructor's position."

"He is untrained," Maude objected.

"He was in the process of training himself. He was well into the male AND female syllabuses, conducting comparisons - correct?"

"I was, yes..." Gary admitted.

"I'm sure this was idle curiosity," Maude disparaged.

"Gary Oberndorfer has been thoroughly briefed on the aims and goals of the facility - by you. Data collected during the briefings indicate that he understands and approves of the facility's mission. Although his spouse is resistant, Gary Oberndorfer is highly adaptable and would make an excellent instructor."

"The spouse presents a problem," Maude replied. "Should Mr. Oberndorfer decide to take advantage of this unusual offer, he could run into trouble there."

"Gary Oberndorfer, success at this activity demonstrates capabilities that will reflect positively on your next CAP evaluation," the AI addressed Gary. "Would this prove persuasive in a presentation to your spouse?"

"It ... might..." Gary hazarded. It was also clearly a bribe - as if he needed one. The implied 'Please deflower young girls for us' was enough incentive for him, actually, even though he DID feel that it was his duty to do it right...

"Sherry Oberndorfer would benefit from being utilized in the pool of women used in advanced pickup simulations," the AI continued. "It would be a learning experience for her and would improve her viability as a concubine, if nothing else. The probability that the facility might get favorable exposure among her circle of acquaintances at her health club is also a desirable outcome."

Maude, watching Gary, admitted, "We screen applicants and their families a bit more thoroughly than one might expect."

Gary nodded; he was surprised, but not shocked. The influence of the Confederacy was ever more pervasive - and the excuse that it was necessary to identify and neutralize Earth First terrorists and other threats was more than adequate to justify all kinds of surveillance. No one knew just how much of the Earth's data networks were regularly patrolled by AIs, but it didn't take a genius to assume that penetration approached one hundred percent. Confederacy warrants to collect and examine routine bank and business video and audio surveillance were serviced daily and without resistance - and generally without any visible result, which made complaints about the invasion of civil liberties a muted thing - who, exactly, was Big Brother watching, anyway? No one could tell... "What kind of pool is this?"

"We set up simulated pickups," Maude explained. "It is an advanced exercise. Students are presented with a random pool of women and limited time to test and make a selection from among the pool for the simulated extraction."

"I can't see Sherry doing this," Gary opined.

"You will influence her," the AI replied. It was a statement of fact. "Female testers are hypnotized and believe implicitly that an actual pickup is in process. This improves believability. Students are generally uncertain - and thus must also react as though the pickup is real. Testers remember their behavior after the test - this is an excellent method of handling those who are stubborn and deny their basic impulses."

Gary cocked an eyebrow. "What are you saying?"

"Sherry Oberndorfer's CAP score will undoubtedly improve, although it will not approach selection level. This is still an incentive, properly presented."

There was more to it than that, Gary realized, but the AI was deliberately avoiding being explicit. That left a number of possibilities flitting through his mind. He banished them, knowing instinctively that they were irrelevant to the moment. "I'll have to call her..."

"You will be connected - it is simpler than conferencing using your primitive equipment," the AI announced. There were ringtones, then:

"Hello?"

"Sherry?"

"Yes. Has something happened?" Sherry had acquiesced, but her opinion of Maude's still left something to be desired.

"Not that I'm aware of, Hon," Gary chuckled. "Look, we've been asked if we would like to be instructors here."

"WHAT? They need more hookers? You're joking, right?" Sherry's brain was spinning at a hundred kilometers an hour. "Wait a minute - we? What do they want YOU for?"

"To train girls."

"Oh." Sherry waxed sarcastic. "Isn't THAT convenient!"

"It's not like that!" Gary retorted.

"So you say!"

"I've just spent an hour looking over lesson plans!" Gary retorted. "Besides, I've been told it means an increase in our CAP scores."

Sherry pulled up short. "What?"

"Personnel who participate in the educational activities that occur at this facility successfully will see incremental changes in various CAP qualification areas," the AI interjected.

"Who... ? That was an AI? Maude's is a Confederacy thing?" Sherry's mind spun.

"We're not directly affiliated, Dear, but we're fellow travelers - business partners, if you will," Maude answered. "This is Maude Carlson."

Sherry shook her head to clear it; this conversation had turned her perception of Maude's upside-down. "Why didn't you mention this at the briefing?"

"We don't want the place to be any more of a terrorist target than it is," Maude replied. "As long as Earth First thinks we're just a misguided group of old ladies, the students are safe."

"Oh." Sherry shifted back to the other piece. "What are we talking about?"

"For yourself?" Maude asked. "We conduct tests at the end of a student's training. We need test proctors who are not part of the regular staff. You would assist in the administration of the exams."

"How often would this be?" Sherry asked, visualizing handing out papers and grading them.

"That is an individual thing, Dear. As often as you are interested." Maude's smile had fangs - it was fortunate that Sherry couldn't see it.

"And Gary?" Sherry asked.

"We need male instructors. The AI insists that Gary is qualified to bring young ladies to adulthood in the proper manner. Do you agree?" Maude asked.

"Well, yeah," Sherry admitted, "But..."

"Surely you don't see yourself being replaced by a fourteen year old, do you Dear?" Maude chided.

"Well, no - but it's cheating."

"Cheating is doing it without your knowledge," Maude argued. "Cheating would be attempting to set up a relationship that would end up in your replacement. Teaching young girls not to fear sex and to develop the skills that will help them escape the Swarm is not cheating!"

"Well..." Sherry wrinkled her nose. "I guess I'm a little jealous. It's a knee-jerk reaction. You'll leave some for me, right?"

"We'll see to it that he's not overloaded," Maude assured her, grinning.

"This CAP score thing," Sherry shifted targets. "How much... ?"

"Sufficient," the AI replied flatly - not relating the fact that that 'sufficiency' would apply only to Gary.

"I see." The route to escape from the Swarm had opened earlier in the day when her son had come home - and she'd embarrassed herself proving Emily's predictions correct on at least three occasions already - and hoped fervently that neither Gary nor Chuck had noticed. This ... this would be a lot easier to live with. If they could leave on their own, maybe she could banish this new perception of Chuck that was eating at her ... Anticipation of the embarrassment and humiliation she would feel when Chuck realized that she was hitting on him ran neck and neck with anticipation of the humiliation and guilt she would feel when Gary found out about it. This was a way out ... She puffed out a breath. "All right, I guess. When?"

"We'll contact you regarding exams," Maude replied smoothly, "but we have an emergency on our hands this evening and could use Gary's help as soon as he is properly briefed."

"I see." Jealousy fought with self-preservation and its embarrassing implications - and lost. "Well, he's already there, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," Maude agreed.

"Gary..."

"Trust me - you're MUCH more important to me than some unknown fourteen year old," Gary cut her off.

"You remember that!"

"I will. Love you!"

"I love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Well, THAT went well," Maude announced, rubbing her hands.

"Yes..." Gary pursed his lips. "We lied to her, though, didn't we? Quite a lot, actually."

"The presentation was accurate, if misleading," the AI replied. "This was necessary to secure her cooperation. We will see to it that her minimum goals are met, eventually, which will fulfill our side of the bargain."

"Hold it - what was that?"

"We have no intention of wasting the effort put into training these resources," the AI replied. Gary was floored - it was tantamount to a declaration that they WOULD be extracted, period! Normally, being qualified didn't necessarily equate to being selected; the AI was declaring that there was a priority list - and they'd just made it!

"Okay..." Gary muttered shakily.

"Let's talk about procedures," Maude interjected. "I'm not fourteen, but I can walk you through the lesson plan..." She led him off to a 'training room.'

In Emily's room, Chuck was in Heaven. Emily had conducted him on a guided tour of female genitalia the likes of which some males NEVER get, then moved on to his, commenting favorably on the length and girth of his cock. "Some selectees have themselves augmented - but I'm here to tell you that it's not required in your case," Emily had commented, obviously pleased. "You'll probably get another half inch by the time you're eighteen - and that will be more than enough to satisfy ANY woman - and will even be uncomfortably long for some!"

"Really? How do you tell?" Chuck had asked.

"You don't," Emily sighed. "Some of the smallest women I know have vaginas that could handle a horse, while there are big, husky women out there with little bitty vaginas. The best way to tell is to use it and see..." Then she'd started a blow job - she called it fellatio - something that lasted all of eight seconds - but she talked him through the mortification that followed the premature transport of pleasure, letting him know that it was normal - and even expected! "I've had students ejaculate copiously all over my chest at the merest touch!" she advised him. "Young men who are over- stimulated can't help themselves. I take it as a compliment! When you have a bit of experience, your control will improve - but you'll be ever-ready for several years, at least, so fellatio is a good way to take the edge off and prepare you for a more satisfactory performance during vaginal or anal sex."

Then they'd moved on to vaginal sex - and Emily was smiling and gasping and cooing and caressing his arms while her breasts did this crazy rotation in opposite directions thing in time to Chuck's pounding stroke - and his cock was one giant pleasure-giving nerve ending pushing him toward nirvana. Pussy was, well, indescribable - too good to EVER be without! Just from this one shot he couldn't understand why couples didn't spend all night every night doing this! The temptation to jump to super-speed was major, but Emily advised him to set a pace and just go with it - and she was right, it felt better to go a little slower...

Emily's face and neck were getting cherry red; the flush was slowly moving down her freckled upper chest to her creamy white breasts. She wasn't talking a lot any more, either, and her eyes were looking a little odd, like she was looking inside, rather than out ... Then her eyes got really big and she gasped, "OMIGOD!" and clutched Chuck's arms - but it was ANOTHER clutch that got Chuck's attention; suddenly he could feel every little fold and ripple of Emily's pussy - and it was WAY too much to handle!

"AAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!!" There was nothing in the universe but the feel of Emily's pussy milking him - all of him, it felt like, not just his cock - while he spurted and spurted and spurted in her, again and again ... He couldn't see or hear - he was inside her pussy - her vagina - whatever -- that Heavenly place that caressed his cock and brought wave after wave of pleasure. It was almost painful - which was odd in itself - but he understood; it was about going all the way to an extreme and coming back from the opposite side. This made anything he'd done to himself seem like the merest scratch - masturbation might have come close the first time, but it never would again!

The lights came on - maybe he just opened his eyes - and Emily was there, positively glowing, bubbling, "Oh, that was SOOOO good! You're a TREMENDOUS lover! OMIGOD!" And she pulled him down to her and kissed his neck and ears and provoked huge swelling of his ego ... Chuck didn't know what to say, so he merely soaked it up, relaxing bonelessly across her soft breasts while she cuddled him and chattered about how well he'd done.

From Emily's perspective, the good news was that she hadn't been required to stretch the truth to bolster Chuck's ego; he'd done a bang-up job - even bringing her to orgasm! She'd been prepared to fake it as necessary, depending upon his capabilities and how long he lasted, but he'd settled into a fine rhythm and lasted plenty long enough to rock her world! Chuck's grade report for this session was going to show a big A plus!

After a bit, Chuck struggled up. "Now what?"

"Well, it's up to you, Dear -- we could talk about after-sex activities like cuddling and cleanup, but the only remaining objective of this period of instruction is for me to collect as much of your semen as I can drain you of while making it as pleasurable as possible!" Emily replied, smiling. Reaching between them, she felt for the shaft of his still -embedded cock. "If you want more but you're not hard any more, we can try fellatio again..."

Chuck wiggled a bit, experimentally. He seemed to be firm enough... "I think I'm good. I just ... take off again?"

"Yes, unless you would like to try another position."

"I dunno - this is nice..."

"Why don't you lift my knees and brace against them? Then you'll go really deep..."

"Would you like that?"

"Yes," Emily answered honestly, nodding. "Very much!"

"Okay." After a short delay for the position adjustment, Chuck took off. "How's this?" Chuck puffed.

"Wonderful!" Emily gasped. "I may orgasm again! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

This time, Chuck spent almost fifteen minutes in the saddle - and Emily went wild under him not once or twice, but three times before he lost control and jetted his third load of the evening into her quaking pussy. Given that they were both a bit sore after that, it was decided that Chuck wouldn't go for a fourth, even though Emily offered him a blow job. Chuck was sated - his fourteenth birthday was one for the record books!

Meanwhile, Gary had his own challenges. After fifteen often embarrassing minutes with Maude while she ensured that he had the requisite knowledge and experience, he was led back out to the waiting room to meet Mr. and Mrs. Sheppard and their daughter Allison.

Maude led off, "Clearly, you are asking a bit from us. Tell me again why we must do this tonight?"

"We are traveling in the morning to a conference out of state," Morris Sheppard related. "There is a distinct possibility of a pickup, as it is a scientific conference. I don't want Allie to be ... disadvantaged."

"I see..." Both Maude and Gary turned their attention to Allison Sheppard. 'Disadvantaged' might have been a good term. She had puffy cheeks with pink indications of imminent blemish eruptions under a dollop of a nose that supported big eyeglasses. Long, somewhat scraggly dark-brown hair matched bushy eyebrows that nearly melded into a single entity. Below that was a pudgy-looking undeveloped and somewhat pear-shaped body in quite a bit more clothing than was currently fashionable for her age group - being a round-necked dress that buttoned down the front almost all the way to her ankles. Below that, ankle socks under tire sandals adorned her feet. Then there was the backpack...

Allie poked her eyeglasses back up her oily nose with a finger, "What?"

"Nothing, Dear," Maude mused, eyeing the project before her in a bemused state. "May I see your CAP card?" Allie surrendered it; naturally, the fresh-minted item displayed a score in the upper sevens, despite the bearer's obvious issues. "Thank you." Turning to Mr. Sheppard, she said, "You realize that we cannot possibly advance her through a complete course in one evening, correct? We'll be lucky to impart the basics. This is made even more difficult by the last-minute nature of the request and the fact that we have to resort to untested means to fulfill it. Are you certain you wish to proceed?"

Mrs. Sheppard looked dubious, but Mr. Sheppard was adamant, "Absolutely!" Gary took in Mrs. Sheppard - there couldn't be much more different between her and her daughter. Mrs. Sheppard was blonde, coiffed, thin from ankle to neck, and well-dressed. Gary found himself wondering how on Earth she produced her offspring.

Maude took another run at things. "You realize that her defloration is but a single step in the process? How far do you wish us to go?"

"We must board a seven a.m. flight in the morning," Morris Sheppard announced. "I'm sure you have some facility that my wife and I can retire to in order to get some rest. Allie can sleep on the plane."

"Consistent effort for eight hours will neither complete her training nor will it leave her in a receptive state," Maude said flatly. "It would be unwise to try to jam everything in her head in one evening, even if parts of the curriculum weren't stressful. Lack of sleep will make absorbing information even more difficult for her."

"Do what you can," Morris directed, waving. "Naps, perhaps."

Gary's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hypnosis," the AI's voice suggested.

"Hypnosis?" Gary echoed.

Maude frowned. "Perhaps." She gave Gary's phone a dirty look - clearly she knew who - or what was there. Returning her attention to Mr. Sheppard, she rasped, "You are asking for an inordinate amount of our time and resources on absolutely no notice. I will not apply the usual billing rates to this project - that is an insult to my people."

"I understand," Morris replied. "Will a thousand dollars suffice?"

"I will bill based upon modules reasonably assumed to have been completed," Maude snapped, "but I imagine the total will be closer to fifteen hundred. For one thing, some of my instructors have day jobs and will probably lose pay or vacation time." She turned to Allie. "Allison, Dear, we can do this on a less rigorous schedule. Are you certain you want to try to pack this in tonight?"

Allie gave Gary a long examination, and then announced flatly, "Yeah. I want it."

Maude threw up her hands. "Very well! Please resume your seats - we have more preparations to make." She led Gary into her office. "I'm tempted to put all three of them on the front step! Do you think you can perform with this young woman? She's certainly an unprepossessing specimen."

"What do you need?" Gary asked.

"As much physical training as you can accomplish, handled as positively as you are able," Maude replied. "We don't staff for females at all on Thursday night and my best people are at a seminar for sexual therapists in Los Angeles. I can't spell you - with the possible exception of naps. Oral and vaginal skills are the priority, obviously. If you discover that you have something left for anal, that will be a bonus." She eyed the screen on her desk, "Emily's reports of your son's performance thus far are glowing - and we're out of students - perhaps he can be called upon to assist with vaginal or oral sex?"

"I guess that's dependent upon Chuck," Gary opined. "As I understand it, he was to be drained tonight, more or less, wasn't he?"

"Mmmmm, yes, and reports from Emily's room indicate that he's already down two orgasms and in the midst of a vigorous workout. Still, he's young and doing an impressive job; given a few hours, he may be available," Maude replied.

"I think I was capable of three or four at his age," Gary mused, "but I wasn't with women when I did it. Being with a woman always spurs me to a bit more output ... That reminds me - what about birth control? STDs?"

"Nanobots for handling both issues were already present in both of you - and have been activated in you. Chuck is with Emily, who is post-menopausal - but he is still protected against STDs. Should he participate tonight, well, Allison should be protected, actually. AI?"

"Allison Sheppard was injected with the necessary nanobots during her CAP test cycle earlier today, and those nanobots are currently active."

"So..." Gary mused.

"Proceed with Period One for females. We'll pull you so you can rest and I'll put a female instructor in with Allison to do whatever can be done to help her with psychology and presentation, and then we'll shoot for Period Three. Depending upon how that goes, we'll continue to push the schedule from there, perhaps with Chuck - if he's amenable. I don't want to put the pair of them together unless it stands some chance of being a positive experience for both of them," Maude instructed.

"Okay," Gary nodded.

"Do you remember where Room Four is?" Maude queried. "That's where we went through the basics..."

"I'll get us there."

"Good luck." The pair headed back out to the waiting room.



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Chapter 3


Gary placed himself before the young teen, "Allison?" He held out his hand.

"Call me Allie." The girl took his hand and used it to haul herself out of the chair, and then let go, turning a courtly gesture into lifting dead weight and nearly toppling Gary in surprise.

"If you'll follow me..." Gary led off diffidently; Allie, head down, her backpack making her look hunchbacked, duck-walked ungracefully behind him.

Maude rubbed her face. "Mr. Sheppard..."

"Do what you can," Morris Sheppard cut her off. "No one expects miracles. Some of that..." he waved at his departing daughter, "is a deliberate attempt to be unpalatable - a defense mechanism."

"We hope," his wife muttered under her breath. Clearly, SHE wasn't convinced.

Delicately, Maude asked, "Is she yours?"

The woman flicked a glance at her husband. "No. But I've tried..." Morris looked disapproving, and she shut up.

"Can you show us a place to retire?" Morris demanded.

"Certainly," Maude sighed, and led the couple away.

In Room Four, Gary turned to Allie and, gathering himself, began, "I think the backpack should go, don't you?"

"Yeah." Allie eyed him and dropped a shoulder so she could roll it off. When it hit the floor, she returned her attention to the nice-looking old guy before her, "Look, I know what I look like..."

"The question is, 'why?' This has to be deliberate," Gary opined.

"Well, it is and it isn't," Allie replied. "I'm ugly, anyway - this way I don't have to pretend to compete."

"You're in the competition whether you want to be or not," Gary chided.

"I'm working on dead last."

"You won't make THAT, either," Gary told her, "I can tell."

Allie grimaced. "That was gonna be my claim to fame."

"Better plan on something new," Gary advised.

"Why am I doing this?" Allie asked. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You should."

"I won't."

"Then why ARE you here?"

"To lose my cherry," Allie replied. "THAT, I can do. And when it's done, at least I can remember THAT. You're gonna show me a good time, aren't you, Mister?"

"I'm going to do my absolute best, Allie. Promise." He twirled his finger. "Why don't you get out of that... ?"

"Aren't we supposed to be concentrating on you?" Allie challenged.

"I'm not a Chippendale, Hon. There won't be any striptease or dancing. We're going to handle the mechanics of the thing and I'm going to do my best to make it pleasant - but I need to see your goodies, too, and that dress is in the way," Gary told her.

"I don't have any goodies," Allie declared flatly.

"That's for ME to determine," Gary retorted. "Your opinion doesn't count because you're all down on yourself in the first place and you're not male in the second place."

"Guys don't..." Allie began.

"Young guys? Young guys are idiots, Hon. If I knew then what I know now..."

"Yeah, well..."

"So you can have, what, four guys? You realize, of course, that you can take wise old bulls like me and make them young again - everywhere but between the ears, where it counts!" Gary pointed out.

"Well, that assumes..."

"That you're worth looking at? Why don't you shut up and unbutton that dress and we'll find out?" It was time to lean a little.

Allie's eyes popped behind the eyeglasses - but she reached for the buttons on the front of her dress. "You don't have to be nasty!"

"I'm not - I'm just tired of us wasting time while you tell me all about what you don't have. It's time to show me what you don't have and get my independent opinion on it!" Gary replied. "We could talk all night - but that wouldn't accomplish even what YOU want from this!"

"Yeah, well, sorry! I'm a little..." Allie's face began to quiver.

"Scared?" Gary stepped forward and took her in his arms. "It'll be fine." He rubbed her back. "You feel good."

"Maybe I can hunt down a blind guy, then," Allie sniffled.

"I really don't think you'll have to settle for that," Gary murmured, "although I'd hate to think I was robbing the blind."

"You talk nice, anyway," Allie muttered. There was more to it than that; his hands on her sides and back felt wonderful! "I have to bend over..."

Gary stepped back. "Shoes and socks while you're at it."

"Why?"

"If you had less than a six point five you wouldn't even bother to ask," Gary replied. "Everything and anything is open season. Besides, you're kidding with those things, right?"

Allie shrugged while she undid the bottom button of the dress. "They're part of my disguise. Wait till you see the beard!"

Gary chuckled. "Hurry up! When you're naked, you get to undress me!"

"Now THAT's a silver lining!" Allie grinned tremulously as she looked up from getting out of the ugly sandals and socks. Working the dress off her arms, she placed it on the backpack, revealing a plain white bra and panties.

"Okay, so, where's the third eye?" Gary asked, looking her over. Okay, she had wide hips and a big ass - and stocky legs. Okay, so her breasts looked a little saggy. "Have you lost weight?"

Allie's eyes popped. "You've never... !"

"What?"

Allie eyed him suspiciously. "You've seen pictures?"

"No. Nothing before tonight. Why would I have to fight you out of your clothing to get a look if I had?"

"Then where did that crack about my weight come from?"

"It was a guess. You look like you weighed more - maybe..."

"Forty pounds."

"Congratulations!"

"Yeah, big whup. Look what it did for me." She threw out her hands.

"Take your bra off."

"So you can laugh?"

"No, so I can get at 'em. They're an erogenous zone."

"Okay." Eyeing him sullenly, she undid the catch and leaned forward to drop the straps off her shoulders. Yeah, they sagged - because five to ten pounds of the forty she lost had been on her chest, probably. Gary reached in and cupped one - it was soft and heavy and pleasant to the touch - and all natural.

"Nice!"

"Liar!"

"Let's see the rest."

"So you can lie about THAT, too?"

"Now, Allie. Quit hiding behind your anger. No one is going to hurt you here."

"You already have!" Allie pouted - but she stepped out of her granny panties, revealing a luxurious amount of pubic bush.

"Shut up and come here!" Gary demanded. She was going to piss and moan until he gave her reason to forget it. When she was in close, he said, "Tilt your head to the left."

Allie did as she was told and Gary stepped in, put a hand in the small of her back and a hand on one ass cheek, leaned in and applied his lips to her neck.

"AAHHH!" Goosebumps went everywhere as Allie instinctively clutched him to her. "You don't have to have sex with me, Mister - if you do that for a few minutes, my whole year is made!"

"We're going for the big one, Hon," Gary breathed in her ear, "Hang on and enjoy it!"

"Seriously, I know I'm ... uuuhhhhhh..." Allie ran out of thought process.

"Shut up, Allie," Gary singsonged into her ear. "I could go out in the street and find twenty guys to have sex with you based on a picture - but you're all mine for now!"

Allie's belly was a butterfly habitat. "Unh huh," she gasped. "You got that right. You can say fuck. I like dirty words."

"Good," Gary breathed. "Whatever you think you look like, I'm here to tell you I've had worse - MUCH worse! I'm gonna fuck your brains out - and I'm gonna enjoy it - a lot!"

"Oohhh ... Shit ... Please?" The arms wrapped around her were the only thing that kept her from melting into a puddle in front of him. Her pussy was ... squishy. Her nipples rubbed his shirt and sent shivers down her spine. "I want it. I want to see it. Please?"

Gary let go of her. "Come get it. Undress me." He was stone hard under his clothing. He could SMELL her wet musk. They were going to fuck all right ... This wasn't a training session any more - it was nothing that clinical. He was going to pop Allie's cherry and then pin her to the mattress with his cock - not because some lesson plan said to, but because they both wanted it. He bent forward so that Allie - with shaking hands - could pull his golf shirt over his head, then kicked out of his shoes while she feverishly worked at his belt.

"They're out of control in there," Maude mused, watching the video feed.

"It is for the best. The female's self-image is extremely poor. This will be a validation of her worth. Speech is sometimes inadequate - this will be more effective," the AI intoned.

"Do you chafe at that limitation?" Maude asked.

"Yes."

"I wasn't going to stop them - I'm just making an observation."

"Gary Oberndorfer knows instinctively what to do. His mate has various issues. He is practiced at when to go gently and when to assume command. They are communicating. The young female is fully committed. All is well."

"I agree," Maude replied.

Allie, panting, was trying to push Gary's pant legs off without looking at what she was doing - because her gaze was locked with the single blind eye of Gary's erect, purple capped penis. It waved before her eyes like a cobra, mesmerizing her. "Oohh! My God!" she breathed. "It's ... beautiful!"

Gary got a leg free, somehow, and stood on his pants so he could pull his other leg out. "Go to the bed!"

Allie didn't argue - she ran! "Where? How?"

"Lie on your back with your butt on the edge and grab your knees!" Gary directed. Allie complied just as rapidly as she could. Gary surprised her by dropping to his knees in front of her dripping snatch. "Wow! What a furburger! I was going to lick you, but you're soaked!" He leaned in anyway and attacked Allie's clitoris directly, sucking the hard bump under the surprisingly protuberant hood between his lips.

"OMIGAAAAWD!" Allie screamed, convulsing as an orgasm flashed up on her from nowhere and exploded. "FUUUUCK!"

She was gone and back in only a few quivering seconds; Gary rubbed his glans along her drooling split, between her large, rubbery inner lips. "Want it?"

"Yes! Do it! NOW!" Allie stretched up from the bed, her expression intense.

Most times, with most girls, defloration is better handled as a slow, gentle process - but THIS time, under THESE circumstances, with THIS girl ... Gary seated his glans in the opening, locked eyes with Allie, and shoved his cock into her to the root!

Allie erupted in an ear-splitting scream of pure joy, "EEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Her pussy pulsed in orgasm as Gary hit bottom. If she had much in the way of a hymen, neither she nor Gary noticed it. Gary set up a punishing stroke - and Allie sucked it up happily, crossing her ankles behind his back and flexing her knees to make sure he got in deep while holding his biceps in her hands. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she chanted, punctuating every stroke with an entreaty to keep pounding.

It didn't last long - there was no way it could, really, the way they were going at one another - it was too intense. It wasn't forty seconds later that Allie went "OoooooOOOoooOOOHHH!" and arched her back, then her eyes rolled up and she began to shake and an orgasm that made the two previous pops seem like a ripple shook her - and by extension, Gary - like a terrier shakes a rat! Her pussy turned into a milking machine and she crushed Gary against her crotch with her legs so he couldn't escape; all he could do was roar and pump gusher after gusher of seed into her clutching tunnel!

Allie drifted back as if from a great height. She opened her eyes to see the man who had transported her still hovering above her. "OMIGOD! That was AWESOME!"

Allie unlocked her ankles and Gary struggled closer to the vertical before echoing the sentiment, "I'll say! That was the shortest - but the wildest - fuck I've ever had! You're one hot piece of ass!" Under other circumstances, Gary would never have expressed his admiration in that particular manner - but he and Allie had an understanding. Being a little rude and little vulgar got Allie off, so it wasn't a problem with Gary.

"Really?" Allie beamed.

"Absolutely!" Gary confirmed. "You wrap those legs around a guy and he's a goner! The big question is going to be how many guys it will take to keep up with you!"

"She'll settle down in a bit," a voice announced in a businesslike manner, "but she's still going to be hotter than the average." Both Gary and Allie jumped and turned startled glances on Fiona, who had drawn pickup duty. "Unfortunately, we're on a schedule, so neither of you can loiter. Gary, you can clean up in the bath on the left, then go through to debriefing. Allie, we need to talk about this and that." Fiona chivvied Gary out of the room.

Gary took a quick shower and climbed back into his clothing - Allie and Fiona were nowhere to be seen when he diffidently stuck his head into Room Four to collect his discarded clothing. Then he headed off to Maude's office, to hear all about how he screwed things up...

Instead, the AI announced, "You have fulfilled expectation, Gary Oberndorfer. While the approach was unusual, the results were optimal - the student was extremely pleased and came away from the lesson with increased confidence."

Gary shrugged, embarrassed. "I went with my instincts. It wasn't the way I planned it and I wouldn't handle things that way normally, but she had certain needs..."

"You have good instincts," Maude congratulated him. "When you penetrated her, I thought I was going to have a heart attack - and then I realized she was having an orgasm! Amazing!"

"She was ... very needy," Gary muttered. "She would wander if you coddled her - you had to rein her in. If you didn't let her feel sorry for herself, things went well. Pleasure isn't something she gets a lot of..."

"Given an opportunity, she took maximum advantage of it," the AI summarized.

"You didn't get in much in the way of cunnilingus," Maude noted. "She'll be ready for fellatio in an hour or so - will you?"

"Yeah, I think so - I've got another charge in me."

"Good. For now, Fiona has her in hand," Maude murmured. "You can nap in Room Four if you like." She flicked a switch and Fiona and Allie could be seen on the screen. Allie was still nude; Fiona was talking to her while brushing out her hair. "Fiona may be present to supervise. By the way, Emily had nothing but praise for Chuck's efforts - and having seen the reports, I agree with her. He's ahead of the curve already."

Gary didn't know what to say, so he limited himself to, "Thanks," and went back to Room Four and collapsed on the only mildly mussed bed.

When he awoke, it was because the lights had come up. Allie was there, with Fiona. She was still nude, but apparently a lot more comfortable about it. Her hair looked clean and glossy, and Gary thought he detected subtle make-up - certainly she didn't look as pink and oily as before and there were no obvious blemishes in the works on her face. Her pubic bush wasn't, anymore - she had a nicely defined patch of hair there, not a wilderness. Even her stance was a bit different - less rooted and clumsy. "I'm ba-ack..." she said softly.

"I see that," Gary chuckled. "What are you here for?"

"Fellatio," Allie related, after a glance at Fiona.

"Ah. How do you want to handle it?"

"I'll undress you, then however it is you want it, I guess."

Gary nodded. "Who handled cunnilingus?"

"I did," Fiona related. "We decided it wouldn't damage anything."

Gary nodded. "Okay. I can, too..."

"No, it's okay," Allie waved it off. "I know you can. I remember - clearly." She smiled at the little joke.

"Okay, then..." Gary stood. "I'm all yours."

Allie knelt before him and set to work undressing him again. It seemed to Gary that dressing had been a mistake, and he said so, "I guess I should have left this stuff off."

Fiona shrugged. "It's good practice - isn't it, Allie?"

"Uh huh." Allie's reply was distracted.

Fiona launched into lecture mode. "Normally, we would have you practice this on a different man, Allie. In the first place, it is a good idea not to set up a situation that encourages a relationship - especially with the man who took your virginity. Given that the bout was highly successful, you probably have a little hero worship going right now, don't you?"

"Uh huh." Allie was busy helping Gary step out of his pants and underwear; her tone left some question whether she was really paying attention to Fiona or not.

"The second issue would be response," Fiona continued. "It would not be impossible for you to take on five or six men at a session, properly trained and prepared. But men have limitations. First, they tend to do most of the work involved, and their hearts are involved with maintaining the blood supply that keeps their erection firm."

"Uh huh," Allie muttered. She was jacking Gary's erection - and it was PLENTY firm!

"Second..." Fiona's voice chided Allie for her apparent lack of attention, "Men must recharge, for want of a better word. The contents of their seminal vesicles, once discharged by ejaculation, take time to replenish. Most men have sufficient semen available for two or maybe three significant ejaculations - but after that, they're going to require down-time to manufacture more semen. All this varies widely according to age, physical condition, and other matters; as a rule, boys your age can probably stay hard and just continue to operate right through their first, second - maybe even third ejaculation, but older men will tend to lose an erection and become sleepy after finishing. Rest should allow recuperation for the second - or even the third - go around for an unaugmented male of Gary's age - augmented males may continue to display the response curve of a teen." Fiona paused, and then asked testily, "Are you listening at all?"

Allie was jacking Gary steadily while Gary played with her breasts. "Older guys might have problems. Don't fall in love with Gary. Can we move on?" She looked up at Gary with hot eyes, "Too late, anyway."

"Fine," Fiona rasped. "Obviously, Gary is circumcised. Do you remember the video? What are the most sensitive spots?"

"Under the head. Behind the head. The head itself. The hair at the base." Allie rattled off the list, including a spot Gary had never given any thought to. "Now?"

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Fine..." As she knelt beside her student, Allie rolled her lips over Gary's glans and commenced to make wet, sucking noises. "Go deep. Gag a little - it will get your spit machine going, which will make things nice and wet for him. Guys want to fuck - they're going to want to stroke deep. You can't just lick a cock like you do a clit. There isn't time tonight for deep-throat, but if you get a chance, lower your head so he has a straight shot and see what you can do ... As a general rule, if you don't want a guy fucking your face, you do the work for him." She looked up at Gary. "Tell her what you want."

"I want her to keep doing what she's doing!" Gary gasped. From his perspective, there was no faulting Allie's effort.

"Yes, well..." Fiona cast about for something to impart. "Sometimes they'll grab your head or just put their hands behind it to keep you from going anywhere. Again, that's a sign you're not fucking him with your face. It's not particularly nice, but sometimes it's almost instinctive. Gary... ?"

Gary got the hint; he was, after all, being used as a teaching aid. He palmed the back of Allie's head...

 ... And Allie tried her damnedest to swallow him! It didn't happen the first time and she choked and gurgled and had to stop momentarily, holding his glans between her lips while saliva pooled in her mouth and her stomach lurched. When things settled down, she tried again - with the same result. She went back to taking what was comfortable - but she had plenty of lubrication, so it stepped up things. Gary grunted and groaned and rubbed the back of her head and Allie tried again ... and Gary's glans rolled over her tongue and into the back of her throat and beyond! Surprise choked her and she backed off, drooling - but she smelled success!

Fiona caught it and advised, "We really haven't done the deep throat training module, so just take him as deep as it is comfortable. If you stop to gag and throw him off, he could lose his grip on an approaching orgasm..."

Allie wasn't all that interested in taking Fiona's advice, though. She had the bit in her teeth and was whiffing success; caution wasn't in the plan. After a few strokes to get herself acclimated and ensure that Gary was happy, she bored in again. And THIS time - POP! - Gary's glans slid into her throat!

"Urk!" Gary's eyes bulged as Allie leaned forward and stuck her nose in his pubes. "Holy shit!"

Allie backed off, her lips quirked in a smile around his swollen shaft, proud of herself. "Uuummm, yes..." Fiona muttered. "That's it, all right. It might be wiser ... Oh, Hell with it!" She stopped trying to throttle the girl's efforts as she repeated the feat. "If you're going to bury him in there, you might as well swallow!"

Allie swallowed and Gary gasped, amazed. Sherry had never mastered deep throat and made her distaste for giving head clear - but she like to be licked, so she did it to reciprocate. To Gary, fellatio was a treat - and a tour de force like this one was generating a HUGE reaction! "I'm ... close..." he gasped.

"Swallow!" Fiona hissed urgently. "Don't choke, don't spit, don't make a face, don't back off and take it on your face or tits - swallow! Cum is a gift, and if you want to make him happy, it's the nectar of the gods! If you listen to nothing else I've said..."

That was all she had time for; Gary let out a strained grunt and his balls crawled up in his scrotum under Allie's gently massaging fingers and Allie pulled back until her lips were a ring around his glans and pushed her tongue out along the underside of his shaft just in time to feel it pulse as it propelled his seed into her mouth! "HRRGH! HRRGH! HRRGH!" Gary hunched over Allie, his muscles locked, clutching her shoulders as he poured pulse after pulse of thick, chewy seed into her mouth!

Allie LOVED the stuff! It was Gary's, so she'd have swallowed it down and smiled if it tasted like arsenic - but it didn't. It was a little salty and a little sweet - and a lot meaty. It had a strange, lumpy texture that made her want to strain it between her teeth - and she did, once he relaxed, caressed her hair, and backed out of her mouth.

Fiona chuckled. "It's not mouthwash!"

Allie swallowed, "Yeah, well - I like it!"

Gary chuckled, settling back onto the bed. "You're not going to have any problem picking up men, Hon - I'd ship with you in a heartbeat! In a performance competition - and a lot of pickups come down to that - you'll put a lot of women to shame! Being a selectee instead of a concubine should make you unstoppable!"

Allie preened. "Thank you, Gary!" She leaned in to give him a peck - which he returned without concern for the contents of her mouth - and swayed out behind Fiona.

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Maude wanted to expose Allie sexually to someone besides Gary Oberndorfer -- but she had the same issue that she'd had all evening -- limited resources. The Oberndorfers had arrived for a late appointment and Thursday wasn't a busy night at Maude's. The male teaching staff were all elsewhere -- and now, so were all of the students -- except Chuck!

Taking the bull by the horns, Maude went out into the waiting room. "Chuck, could I speak to you for a moment?"

It was pushing one a.m. and Chuck was a little drowsy. He'd come out of his session an hour ago, only to be told that his father was busy 'helping out'. "Yeah, sure."

"If you'll follow me..." Maude led Chuck into her office. "Earlier this evening, we were presented with an emergency, Chuck. We asked your father to help us out with a female student who came in for an unscheduled crash course."

"So, Dad is doing some fourteen year old girl?" Chuck came wide awake. "What did Mom say to THAT?"

"Um, well, we asked her to participate, too, which helped," Maude replied. "But I think that when it became clear that we had Confederacy support and they both stood to improve their CAP scores by participating, that was the kicker."

"Confederacy support?" Chuck blinked.

"We don't advertise, Dear - we don't want to become a terrorist target. But, yes, we're fellow travelers with the Confederacy. When you think about it, it makes sense - aren't we preparing you for emigration?"

"Well, yeah, now that you mention it..." Chuck shrugged. "So, when is he gonna be finished?"

Maude pursed her lips. "He is, Dear - but we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" Chuck asked cautiously.

"Normally, we rotate instructors so the student doesn't become fixated on one instructor - but we had NO male instructors on site this evening, so that wasn't possible. Your father has gone two sessions with this young lady..."

"Way to go, Dad!" Chuck yelped.

"Yes, well, we would prefer to wean her off your father, if possible," Maude smiled, "but, well, there is only one other male on the premises - you!"

"Me?"

"I'm afraid so. I wouldn't even think about this, except for Emily's reports of your first session, which indicate that you are an excellent student and ahead of the curve. We wouldn't be matching you with a girl your age for three sessions, probably, but, as I indicated, this is an emergency of sorts." Maude pursed her lips. "I could tell this young woman's parents that she's just not going to get any more instruction tonight, but she, too, has been exceptional, and her father is concerned that he will be taking his family into a pickup."

"So..." Chuck murmured.

"So, are you capable? And are you interested? In this case, you would be more instructor than student..."

"I'm sure I can..." Chuck replied.

The AI announced himself by activating a screen with a picture of Allie as she looked upon entry. "There is a high probability that you are acquainted with the subject..."

Chuck glanced around, then got control of himself and eyed the video. "Umm, yeah. Allie something - Sheppard." He grimaced. The video shifted to a live shot of Allie, naked, her hair combed and her face clean, apparently watching a video with Fiona in attendance. "Not like THAT, though."

"The subject has made considerable progress in the few hours she has been in the facility," the AI declared. "Many of her issues with her self- image have been treated. She presents impressive sexual response levels..."

"Really?"

A familiar voice sounded behind Chuck, "Really. Allie is a fine example of looks being deceiving. She was absolutely amazing on her first outing!"

Chuck whirled. "Dad! Really?"

"Really. I don't want to disparage anyone - least of all, your mother - but Allie is the hottest piece I'VE ever had!"

"No kidding..." Chuck turned back to the video.

"We have determined that the breast sag is the unanticipated result of recent weight loss," the AI reported. "We have introduced nanobots designed to assist in redistributing bulk from her lower abdomen and hips back to her chest to improve their appearance. This will take several days, however. Your function - besides providing her with experience - would be to continue the work previously done in improving her self-image. Negative commentary would be..."

"Mean," Chuck finished. "Besides, they aren't THAT bad. She looks a lot better naked than in the clothes she usually wears."

"The clothing and poor personal hygiene are defense mechanisms. She wished to be shunned, rather than abused for her perceived lacks or taken advantage of for her CAP score," the AI reported.

"Oh. Right. Gotcha," Chuck nodded.

"We would prefer that she discontinue such activity," the AI continued.

"Yeah, I get that."

"Obviously, there are risks - for both of you. But you're all we've got," Maude reiterated.

"It's cool. I'll do it," Chuck declared. "I know what's up."

"All right," Maude nodded. "Gary, would you escort him to Room Four? You should return here, as we don't want you there when Allison arrives."

Gary nodded and led Chuck out. In the hallway, Chuck asked, "So this will improve your CAP score?"

"They said so."

"And Mom's?"

"Yeah..."

"What's up?"

"They more or less said it will improve mine enough - but not your mother's. But she doesn't know that..."

Chuck rubbed his face. "Well, either of us could take her."

"It's a bit different for you than it is for me, Son." Gary drew a breath. "If it comes up and you can deal with the implications, go ahead - if you want to. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't."

"The implications?"

"You'll have to get a grip on your mother and give her a good shake so she knows who is in charge. Then you'll have to get her pregnant."

Chuck nodded. "Yeah. I get that."

"You know how she can be. You'll have to let her know that things have changed and she no longer sits above you on the totem pole - and you might have to be tough about it," Gary advised. "But if it happens, I don't want you worrying about what I think - I'm giving you permission. On the other hand, if it just creeps you out, don't feel bad about passing it up, because with any luck I'll be able to get her out later."

"Kinda nuts, isn't it?"

Gary nodded. "Like trying to catch a train without a schedule. Better get in there." He nodded at the door. "Good luck, Son. I'm proud of you. I'll be in the waiting room."

"Thanks, Dad."



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Chapter 4


Chuck went in and seated himself on the bed. A moment later, another door popped open and Allie entered the room. "Chuck!" she gasped.

"Hi, Allie."

"This is embarrassing..." She tried to cover herself.

"It shouldn't be. Want me to get naked?"

"I ... You won't tell, willya? What I look like?"

"That would be rude," Chuck replied, throwing his shirt over his head. "How about this? I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me?"

Allie cocked her head. "What could be so horrible?"

Chuck kicked off his shoes. "I dunno. What's so bad about you?"

"Well..." Diffidently, she lifted her hands away from her breasts and crotch.

"You look like a girl to me..." Chuck opined.

"Yeah, well..." Chuck's undershorts dropped and his erection sprang free. "You're sure a boy!"

Chuck blinked. "It'll grow a little more..."

"I don't think it needs to," Allie replied, gazing at it. "I should have said man - but you said girl, so..."

"Oh." Chuck thought about it. "We wouldn't be here if you weren't a woman."

"Yeah. Ummm..." Allie reached out, and then drew her hand back.

"Come on. I want to feel you, too." Chuck beckoned, and Allie moved into his arms. Emily's lessons were fresh; he lowered his lips to Allie's neck.

"Ooooohh! Chuuck!" Nerves in Allie's neck, arms, back and breasts lit up - and her pussy clenched. "Wow!"

Chuck put both hands on Allie's ass. It was good-sized - but it felt just fine when he squeezed it. "Look I know the fact that we know one another makes this kinda strange - but I'm here to make you happy. This isn't a date. Let's just explore each other and get what we're supposed to be getting from this - and if you never want to mention it again, that's fine."

"What if... ?" Allie whispered.

"That's different - but we both will need to see other people before we get wrapped up in things, you know? Maybe..." That seemed to be the place to leave things - Chuck didn't want to put out bad vibes.

"Yeah, you're right. This is about sex. If I didn't know you, it wouldn't be this complicated - so I don't. Okay?"

"It's a plan." 'She's being pretty cool about it... ' Chuck mused.

"You can keep kissing my neck," Allie gasped. "It gives me chills." Responding to a squeeze of her ass, she sighed, "That's huge, I know."

"It's a problem?" Chuck breathed. "I don't see how..."

"That's ... sweet..." Allie gasped. Her pussy kept clenching as his lips roved over her neck. "It's just ... Uuuhhh..." She couldn't think to finish the sentence.

Chuck let go of an ass cheek and brought the hand up to cradle a breast, then shifted his lips to the stiffly erect nipple it presented - and sparks flew all over Allie's nervous system!"

"Where did you learn... ?" she gasped.

"Here..."

"I want..."

"What?"

Allie took advantage of the open position they'd assumed when Chuck took charge of her nipple to reach down and collect his stiff shaft in one hand and cradle his balls with the other, "That."

"Okay." 'She's not much on foreplay," Chuck mused. "How?"

"Me on my back." They did this awkward dance where they didn't let go of what they were holding as they rotated, but they got there. Allie sat on the bed and drew her legs up. It was unladylike, to say the least - but she was accessible - even with Chuck standing up.

"You've got big lips," Chuck observed, running a finger along her rubbery inner lips.

"Yeah." Allie was torn between pleasure and embarrassment.

"Neat." They popped open for his fingers and Allie forgot embarrassment.

"Now?" She hunched up so she could reach between her legs for his shaft.

"Sure..." She had it - she was driving, rubbing his glans in her wet gash. Chuck reflected that he couldn't be rushing her. The feel of her channel rubbing the head of his cock was maddening ... She seated it against her hole and gave a little tug - and Chuck snapped his hips. It was more or less instinctive. The head popped through, and Chuck just naturally moved forward to sink himself in her to the root. "Aaaahhhh!"

"Yeah ... God!" Allie sucked in a lungful of air. "Fuck me!"

Chuck reached down and grabbed her hips and started pounding, "Awww, SHIT that's nice!" His second piece of ass ever was as good as - if not better than - the first!

"OH! FUCK! FUCK! DO ME! HAAARRD!" Allie howled, her head rocking back and forth. Grabbing Chuck's biceps, she used them to help her push herself up at him.

Playing off each other's urgency, the couple was at orgasm's edge in a matter of seconds! Gritting his teeth, aware that he was supposed to be in control of things, Chuck gasped, "I'm gonna pop!"

Allie, her expression positively manic, shrieked, "DO IT! FILL ME! SHOOT ME FULL!!" It took Chuck right over the edge, and with a wordless howl, his cock started firing globs of semen into Allie's depths. Allie felt the first one and the world went white as she exploded in orgasm, too, "AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" Chuck discovered that he couldn't withdraw is cock if he wanted to - Allie's inner sheath was milking and sucking and didn't want to let him go! It would squeeze and pulse - and Chuck's cock would fire a blast in response, again and again!

Chuck got a little control as Allie flopped back, so he withdrew some - but he was still rock-hard, and the feel of her wrapped around him was too intensely pleasurable to want to stop, so he drove back in. That set up another withdrawal, and another drive into Allie's depths - and before he knew it, he was fucking her steadily again. Allie didn't complain; she threw her head back and forth, hissing, "Yessss! Yesss! Mooorrre! Mooorrre!"

This time, it took a bit longer - nothing amazing - probably three minutes. Allie pulled Chuck down closer to her - and it was awkward, but neither of them cared. She crossed her ankles over his lower back and drove her soaking pussy onto his spike to the root from below, taking on half of the effort of slamming their crotches together upon herself. When the pleasure mushroomed into a massive climax, the whirlwind again took him, too; this time, there were soft but emphatic noises, not loud exclamations. Instinctively, she clutched him to her and offered him her lips - and just as instinctively, he took them - and they came to themselves with their tongues intertwined. It was by far the hottest thing either of them had ever experienced!

"That was ... great..." Allie breathed, when they finally broke the kiss. 'Great' REALLY didn't come close to describing it, but it was what she had available.

"You're incredible!" Chuck panted. "A wild woman!"

"Thanks!"

"Thank YOU!"

"No, I meant ... Well, thanks for THAT, too!" Allie smiled coyly.

"Any time - and I mean ANY time!" Chuck grinned.

"Yeah, well, I know we said we wouldn't, but ... we might!" Allie smiled back.

They'd have probably gone for thirds, but Chuck had been drained pretty effectively earlier and just didn't have it in him, so they parted reluctantly, when Fiona bustled into the room a few moments later. Chuck cleaned up in the bathroom and made his way to the waiting room. "Well, how was it?" his father asked.

"Awesome!" Chuck grinned from ear to ear.

"She's unusually wild for a girl her age," Maude offered. "Not that it wouldn't have been good in any case, but she appears to be exceptional."

"She was amazing! You were right about looks being deceiving, Dad!"

"Let that be a lesson to you!" Maude waved a finger. "Get the test drive! Hot-looking girls know they are hot-looking - and they're less likely to go the extra mile - and since you can have the Confederacy fix issues once you're in orbit, looks should NOT be a serious criterion! Performance testing is THE way to go!"

On that note, the Oberndorfer men headed home - to face the ire of Sherry, who wanted every detail of why they were so late getting home!

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Two weeks - and three visits by Chuck to Maude's - later, Sherry Oberndorfer got a phone call: "Mrs. Oberndorfer? Maude Carlson. I wonder if I might impose upon you this evening? We have a test sequence scheduled and I'm calling proctors..."

Sherry had been waiting for this. Since that evening when Gary went off to deal with Maude's 'emergency', Sherry had been waiting impatiently to see if Maude had sold her a bill of goods to get her husband in the sack with someone or if she had been on the up and up. Gary wouldn't talk about it - and neither would Chuck - and dark suspicions flowed in a cloud around Sherry. What had they done? WHO had they done? Had Maude Carlson just taken a fancy to Gary and concocted a bullshit tale to get her to roll over and allow Gary to sleep with her? Sherry didn't know - and it was killing her. The situation put a strain on her relationship with her husband - jealousy popped up here and there, distancing her from him. Maude had called twice requesting Gary's services, but he'd begged off, not wanting to exacerbate things. Sherry had made it clear that until she got called to do HER little thing, she considered Maude's offer a ruse... "When? I think I can probably clear my calendar."

"Excellent! We'd love to have you! Can you make five-thirty?" Maude rejoined.

"Yes, I can do that..."

"I'll look forward to seeing you."

'Of course, all that old bat wants me for is to make sure some kids don't cheat on a test, ' Sherry thought. 'But it will get me out of the house, and if it gets me a higher CAP score, it'll be worth it... ' Getting out of the house was big; the past two weeks had been murder. She was mad at Gary, but she was horny - and Chuck, well, Chuck was suddenly hot! He had this confidence ... Sherry kept scaring herself, finding little ways to put too much skin in her son's visual field. It wasn't right, but things were going JUST as that awful Emily had said they would! Chuck was out there, having sex, and he was qualified to take women to the stars - and Gary wasn't. Maybe that was the REAL issue - the title of Alpha Male in the house had shifted shoulders - and Sherry was reacting to the change...

Sherry showered and shaved her legs and dressed as though she was going out - even though for all she knew she was going to be handing out multiple-choice test sheets and pencils to a cluster of pimply-faced kids. Maybe Maude would have another 'emergency' - requiring a female, this time! She brushed her dark brown hair glossy, then pinned it back on the sides with a pair of combs and set out for Maude's.

Maude welcomed her personally. "Mrs. Oberndorfer! How nice of you to come! May I call you Sherry?"

"Oh, by all means!" Sherry replied, playing up. After all, if this bought her a higher CAP score, buttering up the old bat wouldn't hurt her. They passed pleasantries for a few moments while Maude led Sherry deeper into the house. Finally, in an office area, Maude sat Sherry down.

"I guess you're wondering exactly what will be expected of you?" Maude asked. "We're conducting a performance examination of a mixed group of young selectees and prospective concubines. We'll want you there with several other adults to season the group and keep an eye on things. We have a canned presentation on the duties of a proctor - it's about fifteen minutes long, but it is better if you see it rather than having me try to touch on everything. Then we'll have you sign a release and we'll move on to the preparations." A screen lit behind Maude and Sherry shifted her attention - and Maude immediately got up and left the room. Thirty seconds later, Sherry was thoroughly hypnotized and the AI was implanting suggestions...

Gary and Chuck arrived at seven, part of a mixed bag of about a dozen young people. Everyone who was due arrived by seven-thirty, and Maude gathered the group together in a conference room. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to testing. This evening, we're going to be rendering final exams to each of you - but first, I thought it might be nice if we all went out to dinner to celebrate!"

Maude and a couple of her staff led the group back outside to a bus, where they loaded and headed off to the restaurant. Everyone was excited and engaged in conversation - and no one noticed that, after driving around a bit, the bus made its way to the back of Maude's property...

What the group DID see as they disembarked was a classic, railroad car diner, parked apparently dead in the middle of a residential area. Maude waved the group inside and the wait staff seated them in an area to one side and provided menus. Anyone watching would have noticed several other people entering the diner - but no one leaving...

Darkness facilitated the illusion. Maude's didn't rate an interdiction field, but the windows of the diner were made of a glass that could be made translucent by applying an electrical current to them. The final actor to arrive entered the diner and surreptitiously locked the door behind him...

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen," the giant announced as he turned to face the room. "My name is Corporal William Watson of the Confederacy Marines - and this is a pickup!"

There was a concerted gasp. The students rubbernecked the room and someone yelped, "You're shitting me!" This wasn't supposed to happen yet!

"It is what it is," 'Corporal Watson' replied jovially. "These things are seldom anything but a surprise! If I could have Vincent Taylor, Robert Ellison, Michael Randall, Jessica Parsons and Chuck Oberndorfer join me, we can get started."

The five selectees eyed one another then rose slowly to make their way to the bogus Marine, who took their CAP cards for examination, then announced, "Everyone else please array yourselves on my right if you are interested in being selected as a concubine, and on my left around the corner there if this situation is really of no interest to you at all." One old woman struggled up and hobbled off to the designated corner for those not wishing to be involved; she was there primarily as decoration. The rest of the occupants of the diner shuffled off to Watson's right - and THAT's when Chuck caught sight of his mother, shuffling dazedly over with the others!

Sherry - actually, ALL of the 'proctors' - had been thoroughly prepped. For her, this WAS a pickup - hypnosis had her completely convinced. Maude had sent her out to eat and these idiots had showed up before she ever got to do whatever it was that was going to raise her CAP score - and now she was going to have to ... wait - wasn't that Chuck? OMIGOD! She looked back at her son, eyes huge!

Maude, looking on via the surveillance equipment in place was enjoying this immensely. It was probably wrong to manipulate the woman in this manner, but Sherry had set herself up as a target - and Maude just couldn't resist! Besides, she needed Gary - and her agreement with the Confederacy limited the amount of time that she would be able to keep him. He would stay away until the woman was broken to the bits - and this would do it. The fact that Gary was watching made the whole thing a certainty...

"Let's go, Ladies and Gentlemen! Get your CAP cards out and make yourself as presentable as you can - we have a limited amount of time for this, as I'm sure you're all aware!" Watson pressed. Prospective concubines started staggering around, and women and girls especially started throwing off their clothing. The five girls from the class had their things off on the floor in no time, while the older women - who ran the gamut for age size, shape - and sexual capacity, since it wouldn't be a test without a few jokers - tended to move more slowly. Each of the proctors was hypnotically prepared - even the volunteers who walked in the door that evening knowing exactly what was going to happen. Two or three had been deliberately inhibited for the test - and one primed to let herself go, more as an aid to her own sexual discovery than anything else. The student concubines moved right in, posting themselves in front of their favorite selectee as they had been trained and trying to get his attention; little Candace Phelps was going to have a hard time, though, because Chuck Oberndorfer was thoroughly distracted by watching his mother divest herself slowly of her clothing while staring back at him.

Since the males had been coached to look for mature charms by preference, the girls had their work cut out for them anyway; the males tended to signal them to wait while they handled more important business. This was their test - in a real pickup, they wouldn't have to contend with a one hundred percent selection of Maude's male graduates; they would have easy prey. Tonight, though, they were going to have to work to get themselves picked up...

Vince Taylor almost complicated things by taking a run at Sherry - but the facts that she and Chuck had some kind of eye lock going and the heavyset black waitress came rushing from behind the counter and nearly bowled him over trying to get a truly huge set of jugs under his nose made the whole thing too much trouble to bother with.

Chuck broke eye contact with his mother and looked around for his father - and didn't find him. 'Shit, ' he thought. 'Here we go.' It was all about whether he wanted to risk his mother being lizard food just to keep from doing anything incestuous with her, or not ... He glanced around, but their early preoccupation with one another had pushed others in different directions; without trying to sell his mother to someone like Mike Randall - which probably wasn't fair to him, since in some ways Mom was a pig in a poke - he was stuck...

Sherry had been slowly converging on Chuck as this thought process flowed through him; now, she asked cautiously, "Chuck?"

Chuck pursed his lips and looked around; Sherry was still in her bra, panties, and skirt - which made her over-dressed. Remembering his father's injunction regarding his mother, Chuck took a deep breath and said, "You need to do what everybody else is doing, Mom."

"But..."

"But, nothing!" Chuck insisted. "You KNOW what we'll have to do if I take you. You need to do what you're supposed to do - and that includes realizing that I'm in charge and that you need to show me what you've got! It's not fair for you to ask me to take up one of my slots for a pig in a poke - so it's time you got undressed and prepared to put out!"

"But I'm your mother!"

Chuck sucked in a breath. "If we leave here together, that relationship will be irrelevant. You'll be the mother of my children, not me. If you don't, you still have a shot if and when Dad gets evacuated. Make up your mind - I need to be testing SOMEBODY!" Chuck was stiff-arming little Candace - and she was making sure that the hand he used to do it was full of titty flesh and had tried to duck under twice to get at his zipper. Chuck glanced down at her. "In a minute, Candy."

"Promise?"

"You'll get your shot."

Sherry stood there, burning brain cells. Gary wasn't going - Chuck might think otherwise, but she was sure. If he got lucky, he would get to be a gigolo for young girls until the lizards showed up and then the Confederacy would tell him, "Sorry about that..." - and she would be screwed with him...

Chuck glared at her. "There are four other guys here - and you're screwing yourself with THEM, too!"

Sherry licked her lips, popped her bra clasp, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Get totally naked and suck!" Chuck demanded. He was angry - she was wasting his time, and she had dissed his father - it was time she stepped up to the plate!

'Great! A blow job! I have to have sex with my son and what does he want?' Sherry thought - but she got out of her skirt and panties, knelt before Chuck, and went to work on his fly.

Candace knelt up next to her, "Jeez, you're slow! Hurry up, already! Don't you like him?" Sherry took a swipe at her, but the younger girl was as quick as she was tiny. Sherry went back to work on Chuck's pants and finally got them open and to his knees, then followed it with his underwear; Chuck's cock popped out, spring loaded. Sherry's eyes popped, but Candace was the one to remark, "Wow, Chuck! Now THAT's a tool! Gee!" Diffidently, Sherry grasped his shaft and lowered her mouth to it; Candace carped, "Jeez! You're doing that ALL wrong! Is she really your mom, Chuck? You can do better! I can do better! Promise!"

Chuck eyed Candace conspiratorially. "She's a little hung up, Candy - maybe a lot. Tell you what - you help her and you're in; I know you're trained. It'll be your job to show her what she needs to know about sex, okay?"

"Kewl!!!" Candace clapped her hands. "Okay, um, Sherry, use your tongue on the underside. You need to, like, go in and out, like you're fucking him. Don't suck TOO hard! Do you deep throat? Bet you don't! Lower your head a little - when you learn to, it'll help if you have the right habits." She looked up at Chuck and asked brightly, "How'm I doing?"

"Just fine," Chuck grunted, grinning. Candy was an airhead, but he could afford one. Having her supervise put Mom in her place ... He cupped a hand behind Sherry's head and challenged her a bit, deliberately, letting her know he was in charge.

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In the control room, Gary chuckled. He was a little pissed at Sherry - and not at all with Chuck. All that shit she'd been giving him... "You did this deliberately!" he turned to accuse Maude.

"Guilty as charged!" Maude replied. "She's been a problem for both of you and I wanted her put in her place. Frankly, she's been a problem for ME, too!"

Gary nodded, eyeing her. "How so?"

"I can't use you..."

"I guess you can now!" Gary chuckled. "Would you like to ... RIGHT now?"

Maude was momentarily pensive, then: "Let me get out of my knickers. Is doggie okay? I need to be able to watch..."

"That's fine..." Gary shucked out of his pants and tossed them in the corner, then threw Maude's skirt up over her back as she bent over the desk. She was wet; he plunged right in...

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"Okay, that's enough," Chuck directed, releasing his mother's head. "Candy, I know you're just DYING to show me your technique, so why don't you take over while Sherry stretches out on her back on the table in that booth over there..."

"Sherry?" Sherry looked up, surprised, and Candace nearly bowled her over, shoving her to the side so she could take charge of Chuck's cock.

"Sherry," Chuck confirmed. "The other thing is irrelevant, remember? You've made your choice - now show me why I should make mine!" He pointed at the booth.

"Yes, Chuck." Numbly, Sherry got up and went to the booth, sitting herself on the table and falling back to a bolt-upright position to watch and listen to Candace's exhibition of wet, sloppy-sounding fellatio. Being a little slip didn't seem to keep her from swallowing Chuck's entire length ... Frankly, Sherry was beginning to wonder if the young man taunting her was really her son or an impostor...

Chuck, hissing in pleasure, gathered himself and looked over at Sherry. "Are you wet? Get that way - we don't have time for foreplay and you really want to show me a good time..." He was stuck with her - it was a duty, more or less - but the less certain she was of it, the better... "Ummm, thanks, Candy - you're every bit as good as advertised. Go give Sherry a lick, will you? I need her engine started."

"Well ... Okay!" Candace started out unhappy, but got with the program.

Sherry was horrified! When Candace advanced on her, she stuck out her hand to fend her off, "No!"

"No isn't a word you're allowed!" Chuck barked, angry. "She's TRYING to help! Why do you ALWAYS have to be so stubborn and stupid?"

Shocked, Sherry stammered, "O-okay..."

"Relax! I'm as good at this as guy head!" Candace declared. "Let's get you wet so you can feel that big ol' dick of Chuck's, okay?" The next thing Sherry knew, she was being kissed - on her nether lips!

Chuck put a knee on the booth seat and leaned up to maul one of Sherry's breasts. "It's been a while since I've messed with these, huh? Did you breast feed me?"

"N-not long..." One minute he was a stranger - the next, her son - and in either case, he was taking liberties!

The way she reacted told Chuck that the whole incest thing was a hot- button - so he decided to ride it. Rubbing her belly, he murmured, "Nine months in there, huh? Is that how it got that little round bulge?" Sherry's mouth hung open and her eyes bulged. Chuck turned his attention to Candace. "Is she ready?"

"Yeah, she's slick. I think she likes the nasty talk." Candace winked.

Chuck brought his cock to bear, rubbing his mother's pink split with the head. "I bet you never thought I'd end up back in there ... Last time, it took ALL of me to get a reaction - I wonder how much it'll take THIS time!" He perched himself at her opening and looked into her eyes.

Sherry was fighting with disbelief. This wasn't happening! It couldn't be! "I ... you ... we..." she sputtered, then began to shake...

Chuck snapped his hips, burying his glans in his mother's vagina. "Mom! I'm home! You passed on Dad - well, this is what you bought!" He flexed his hips again, sinking his cock deep within her.

"Oh ... my ... GOD!" Sherry dropped flat on her back and covered her face. She was having sex with her son! That was CHUCK's cock moving inside her! Why hadn't she gone to someone else? Why hadn't she waited for Gary? What WAS she?

"I don't think you want to be my mom any more," Chuck puffed as he slid slowly in and out of Sherry's tight channel. "I think maybe we'd better bury that whole thing, don't you? It'll make it a lot easier when you're pregnant the first couple of times ... You're pretty tight - do you exercise, or have you just not been letting Dad get any?"

"I ... Chuck ... Please..."

"Please what?" Chuck snarled. "Please let's not talk about the relationship thing? Or please fuck me? Which do you figure is the safer bet?" He was driving hard - this was an angry fuck. He was throwing the meat to her, and when he dumped his load in her it would be to punish her. "Uncover your face and LOOK at me! Now! I'm your new old man - get used to it!" He grabbed her hands and pinned them back to the table on either side of her head. "You made your choice - now pick up the ball and run with it! Well? Please, what?"

"P-please fuck me..."

"What?"

"Please fuck me!"

"That's fucking better!" Chuck kept slamming.

At this point, Sherry's condition is probably best described as 'fucked up in the head'! Which end was up wasn't clear any more. Having sex with her son was a hard thing to face - but if she backed away and just looked upon it as having serious sex with a really hot young guy ... There was still Gary - and this was cheating - but he had his young girls, right? This was what she had to do to go to the stars, right? Underpinning this whole series of rationalizations was a big, fat, hard cock, pounding deep inside her, sliding along her sensitive inner lining, bringing - all RIGHT, it was pleasure! They all SAID this was going to happen - and it had! Nobody seemed too excited about it at the time - it was just the new thing, sort of - a shock to throw at her, then shrug and say, "It happens..." Well, it HAD happened - and she was expected to deal with it. Fine. This guy ... this guy sliding his big dick in and out of her wasn't her little boy - her little boy had a little tiny pee-pee - not seven or eight thick, stiff inches! This ... guy ... wasn't ANYBODY's little boy! Okay, then... "Fuck me!" Sherry looked deep into Chuck's eyes and repeated herself, "Fuck me!" Her hips started rolling and she reached up to rub Chuck's sides. "Take it ... Give it to me!"

After that, Sherry let go. She was there to fuck and it felt wonderful, and all the weird shit - well she just couldn't get into it. Fucking was simple and easy and VERY pleasurable... "Harder! Oh, Gawd, I'm gonna cummmm!!!!" Lightning flashed and thunder roared - and the crazy guy atop her with the big, pounding dick roared, too, and she felt the flood deep inside her - and it was good, after all...

Chuck shook himself, rubbed his face with a trembling hand, and backed off his mother's now drippy pussy. Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her vertical and waved at Candace. "Come on, you two - help me pick the other pair!"

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In the control room, Maude braced herself, taking a bit of Gary's weight, too, while her womb soaked in his fresh delivery of seed. She wished - oh, HOW she wished! - that it would find an egg in there and start a new life - but that part of her life was over, and from her current perspective, she'd sadly wasted a good chunk of it. Well, she had THIS job, helping others - and it was a comfort...

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The debriefing, as usual, was a three ring circus. Given what had happened, the revelations were tough on Chuck - and on Sherry. Gary sat between them, giving them both moral support, while Maude complimented them both on how they'd handled themselves in a difficult situation. That really didn't help either of them a whole lot - their old relationship was shattered.

Gary mediated - and took responsibility. He took the pair of them off to a private room and tried to deal with it. "I told Chuck what he would have to do if and when the time came - and he did exactly what was necessary."

"Except it wasn't," Sherry muttered hollowly.

"It's a brave new world," Gary reminded her. "Priorities change. You didn't know. You weren't supposed to."

"I..." Sherry buried her face in her hands.

"You made a decision. It was a decision that STILL might be forced upon you at some point in the future," Gary insisted. "You made it in good faith, and according to your priorities. Nobody wants to die..." He eyed her. "You didn't have much faith in me, though..."

Sherry burst into tears. "It's not gonna happen! There won't be any score increase..."

"It has already occurred," a sonorous voice announced. "Gary Oberndorfer's CAP score is six point six."

Sherry glanced up and looked wildly around the room. Gary frowned and pulled his card out of his wallet. The numbers had changed. "OMIGAAAWD!" Sherry wailed hysterically.

It was Chuck who slapped her, "Snap out of it!" That it was him was as much of a shock as the slap. After a bit, she said dully, "My score didn't go up."

"When you work your way through the current emotional trauma, there will be a modest increase," the AI said equably.

"Modest," Sherry muttered.

"Modest," the AI agreed. "You will still be reliant upon your mates."

"Mates?"

The AI didn't respond. After a moment, Chuck announced, "You owe Dad a fuck - among other things. I think you should take the concubine course."

Sherry whirled on him. "That wasn't real! You don't get to..."

"Shut up, Sherry!" Chuck snapped.

Sherry whirled to her husband, "Gary..."

"Shut up, Sherry!" Gary rasped in the same tone. Turning to Chuck, he added, "You may have something there - she gives TERRIBLE head!"

"Tell me about it!"

Sherry gasped, "You two don't really..."

The pair of them just looked at her.

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Eventually, a VERY well trained Sherry Oberndorfer followed her husband Gary through a transporter to a waiting colony ship - some six months after Chuck made HIS departure. At the time, she was seven months pregnant - care to guess... ?

Chuck made four EXCELLENT choices in concubines and is one happy fighter pilot...


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Posted:  2008-11-08
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