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Part 4 of 4.  A Swarm Cycle story.



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Maude's
Part: 4 of 4
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The uninitiated assumed that Maude's was a cathouse.  Little did they
know...

Keywords: ScFi MF mF mf Mf Ff oral 1st humil inc

Maude's


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!

                        -----------------------

	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.

                        -----------------------

	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...

                        -----------------------

      "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!"

                        -----------------------

      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...

                        -----------------------

      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.

                        -----------------------

      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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