"Oh, mom. That feels gooood," I said as she slurped on my dick.

"Yeah, she's using a number sixteen on you," Joey said, carefully watching her as he fucked my mom from behind.

I reached down and fondled my mom's breasts, feeling their soft yet firmness, their larger than average nipples, and gave them both a little twist.

"Mom, are you sure it's okay to do this? I mean, I know it's my sweet sixteen birthday and everything, but didn't you say we could never do it?"

My mom pulled her lips off my dick and said, "You're right. It's not right for me to suck you on your sweet sixteen.."

"That's what I thought... What are you doing?"

"Oh, Timmy.. For your sixteenth, I'm going to fuck you," my mom said, sliding herself onto my dick.

"But... But.." I said before moaning. Her cunt was incredible to me. But the images of her as a baby kept flashing in my head, and then I realized my dick was inside the very passage I had been born through.

"Mom, stop.. You can't... I won't..."

Suddenly my mom's eyes glowed and pierced through my mind shield.

"You will fuck me, Timothy. You want to fuck me, and you will fertilize me with your seed," a deep voice said out of my mother's mouth.

I awoke with a jump, startling the twins who had just woke up themselves and had planned to give me a wake up blow job for my birthday.

"Shit," I said under my breath. I hadn't had one about mom for a long time.

I got out of bed, much to the dismay of the twins, and went over to the window. The sun was just starting to lighten the horizon, but there was plenty of light otherwise with the January's new fallen snow.

"Man.. Of all the days for it to snow. Why did it have to do it on my sixteenth birthday? No, of course I don't expect you to answer that, girls. I'm just.. Just don't worry about it."

I crawled back into bed and allowed myself to be pampered by their mouths. I was surprised when after they finished they crawled up to my chest and each took a nipple. They hadn't done that before.

I let my hands roam their nude backs and cheeks, spending a little time just to enjoy their touch before I had to get up and go to school.

The memory of my dream gave me a moment of panic when the nude figure of my mom came into my room to tell me school had been canceled.

"And happy birthday, baby," she said kissing my forehead.

"Uhm, mom?" I said before she left the room.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Well, of course, dear. Is something wrong?" she said, coming back over to the bed.

"No, I don't think so, but... Are you, uhm, like going to get pregnant?"

The shock on her face only lasted a few moments, then she sighed and sat down on the bed.

"Before I answer that, can I ask you why you're asking me?"

"Well, you and Joey haven't been messing around for, what, almost four months now. And even you and dad are cooling it a little. But I also remember you saying something to dad once about how you some times had wished I had been a little girl, just so you could do those girl things."

"You know I wouldn't want you any different," she said after getting over the shock of how much I knew.

"I know. I'm not worried about that. But.. I guess in the back of my mind I've been picking up other things, and this morning I had a dream that kinda fit things together for me. You're getting your body ready to have a baby, aren't you. And that's why you're not having sex with anyone. You don't want to risk getting pregnant until you're ready."

"I've underestimated you again, haven't I. I'm sorry Timmy. I should have never tried to keep it a secret from you. But I'm not even sure I can still have children. I didn't want to tell you before I knew one way or the other in case it upset you."

"Well, I'm not going to say I love the idea, but then I don't hate it either. I'm just not sure if this family could stand another mind to control. Uhm, and there is something else. That dream I had this morning... I know this will sound kind of a strange question but... Uhm, who's gonna be the father?"

She blinked at me a couple of times, then said, "Your father of course. Who did you think? Joey?"

"Uhm, no.. But it doesn't matter. I take it you are still going to work?"

"I was.. I think I'll be going in late. Would you mind if I held my sixteen year old baby for a while?"

I ignored the flashback I had of my dream as the twins made room for my mom. But I had to order my dick to stay soft. My mom and I had never snuggled in the nude before.

In another life, another world, my mom and I would have both lost control, making passionate love with each other like our desires demanded. But in this reality, our minds were full of the images of each other as babies, and eventually even fell asleep, with only peaceful dreams of having a new baby in the house.

But when I woke up, I found myself only a few inches from my mother's sleeping face. Her mouth was slightly open, and her sweet breath repeatedly swept across my face. I watched her sleep, and even knew when she was about to awaken just by the change in her breathing.

Her eyes slowly opened and focused, then we both had a moment of confusion. But once the confusion had cleared, we found ourselves closing that gap as we allowed ourselves to sample a kiss.

The moment our lips met, our bodies flooded our minds with their demands. Without realizing our actions, our bodies pressed against each other and stayed that way. But something in the kiss began washing away our bodies' urges, and a minute after the kiss began, our control was restored.

The kiss had contained a deep feeling of improperness, a sensation that we never were meant to be more than mother and son. This emotion, this basic truth about ourselves penetrated our souls and bodies, reducing and removing our primitive lust for each other's sexual contact.

That simple kiss had contained what I like to call an antidote for the sexual attraction we had formed for each other. Our minds and bodies now agreed that there was nothing to find pleasurable in sex between mother and son.

So we laid comfortably and at ease next to each other, talking for the first time about the dreams we had of each other. My mothers were very similar to mine, but a few of mine were more disturbing than hers, including the one I had experienced that very morning.

We spend nearly the whole morning talking in bed, telling each other the most private of private secrets and thoughts. I had never felt so close to my mother before that day. After we bared our souls to each other that morning, we made an open agreement that we would always permit each other to freely scan each other's thoughts, knowing we never needed to hide anything from the other again.

We felt as if our hands had been untied, or a weight had been lifted from our shoulders. And to my surprise, she wholeheartedly agreed when I asked if we could examine each other's bodies as a sort of test.

My mother, probably the sexiest woman I have ever known, didn't even make me hard when her hands examined my genitals. To my mind and body, it was like my own hand feeling my testicles, learning their shape and size just out of curiosity. There was no intention to arouse me, so I simply wasn't aroused. I'm sure she could have, but she wouldn't, therefore I didn't. Uh, yeah.

My own exploring of her body took longer, but the amount of physical contact was less. I became fascinated by her ass hole. I know the thought of even seeing your mother's ass probably makes you shudder, but then your mother probably hadn't had as much anal sex as mine, and her rose was truly extraordinary.

Before she met my father, my mother explored every form of sexual intercourse, training and conditioning herself in the pursuit of increasing her own pleasure and becoming the most sexual creature who ever lived. She had become consumed with this quest of sexual perfection, and when she accidentally met my father at a popular strip club, she enslaved him so he could complete her conditioning without risking his betrayal.

My paternal grandfather hadn't resisted using his own power to shape my father into what my grandfather wanted. Everything my father had been was the result of his own father's tampering, creating a twisted man with conflicting goals for his life. My mother had spent nearly an entire month undoing the layers of commands his father had haphazardly added whenever his son displeased him in some way. She had taken pity on him, and after those layers had been removed and his mind began to heal, she formed a loving relationship with the man emerging from his father's shadow.

My father was freed from my mother's control before their project was finished. But because he had enjoyed the work he had done, especially the anal sex, they continued while she was under his control, completing it a few weeks before he was forced to release her.

Despite fourteen years of celibacy, my mother never allowed her body to lose the physical conditioning he had put her through. She eventually realized she would have never finished the physical training if she had not been forced to. She felt that God had given her the only means to complete her work, and then returned her to sanity by giving her a child. Living without the pleasures she had worked so hard to maximize had been the penalty or price of his gifts, and the sixteen long years of resisting her desires for her own child had been his way of testing her.

Her eyes filled with happy tears as she told me, "I've passed his test... Oh Timmy, my baby... Not only did he give you to me, but he gave me my life back after I had lost my way..."

Suddenly her eyes opened wide in astonishment, then she exclaimed, "I think I'm going to have cramps!"

My mother truly started crying then, and at first I thought it was from pain. But I quickly discovered her tears were still from joy, even though she continued to feel the initial sensations of menstrual cramps. She hadn't had cramps since her teenage years, and this led her to believe God was rewarding the passing of his test with the chance to have another child.

I suppose I had my doubts whether or not God had actually done these things, but at the time it didn't matter. Even if the day had ended there, it still would have been my favorite birthday I ever had. And lucky for me the day wasn't over yet.

(The only birthday that actually tops this one wasn't on my birthday, but my daughter's. Her birth opened a whole new chapter in my life, and it is a chapter that I do not feel I need to write. You're meant to experience it, not read about it.)

After my mom got over her joy-cry, I found myself switching roles with her for the first time. I had always been the one who would lay my head against her chest and wrap my arms around her while she would run her fingers through my hair, or rubbed my back if I was sick or sad. For a moment I almost cried myself as I ran my fingers through her soft hair, feeling her cheek against my chest, only once giving a thought to my pecker laying against her soft belly.

Joey had tried to contact me twice while my mother and I were having our time together. He had been surprised when we were still talking on his second attempt, and simply asked me to contact him and Suzi when I was ready.

It was nearly noon before we finally did get out of bed. The twins were playing ping pong, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had been doing it ever since they left the bed around seven. The twins seemed to enjoy just standing there, hitting the ball back and forth, never missing, never even attempting to make the other miss, sometimes spending hours at a time without changing their steady beat.

We fixed ourselves a large brunch, and the four of us ate together in the dinette room, watching the snow continue to fall through the large glass windows.

My father called and wished me a happy birthday, and promised we would go car shopping as soon as the roads permitted. The original plan had been for my mom to take me to get my license right after school, then the three of us would go look at cars.

Since it didn't appear that any of that would happen that day, my mom told me to go look in the garage where Joey's mustang had been parked two weeks earlier.

"Oh my GOD!" I exclaimed when I saw Beany's twin. It wasn't brand new, but it was in great condition, and it was the exact same model as Beany, the helicopter I had flown last fall.

I was so happy I felt weak in the knees. I had been dreaming of flying in Beany again ever since I left Holly laying naked in Beany's trailer. I looked for months to find another Beany and never found one. So finding one in my garage was a pretty big shock. A very pleasant one to say the least.

Beany had a single sparkly silver paint job, but this one was two tone. Its metallic red and metallic blue gave it a race car look. The body was in better shape than Beany, but one look at the motor told me why. It couldn't have been flown for years.

"Well I guess that kills my idea of flying over to Joey's and Suzi's," I said to myself out loud.

"I don't think I'd want you flying in a snow storm anyway," my mom said from behind me.

"Jeez, you startled me. How did you find it? What's her name?"

"You are asking the wrong person. I only accepted the delivery. It was sent by a... Holly Quinn?"

"Holly!.. Quinn? Oh yeah... Quinn was her real dad's last name. Wow. I can't believe she found another one like Beany. And I can't believe she bought it for me."

"This is the letter that came with it," my mom said, handing over an envelope. "It came Monday while you were at that basketball game with Suzi. Tim... How safe is that thing? It doesn't even have a glass bubble or anything."

"Huh?" I said while ripping the envelope open. "But that's the beauty of it, mom.. Nothing between you everything else. The only thing cooler than this would be one of those jet backpacks NASA has... Hmm, I wonder if they sell those... Oh well," I said as I unfolded the letter.

Tim,

After my mom and dad got back from their second honeymoon, my dad gave me the shock of my life. He took me out to a warehouse my real dad had owned that my stepdad sold a long time ago. The owner recently called him when they found an old crate they missed back when they had bought the place. Guess what was in it.

Meet Midge, Beany's older sister. I don't know for sure why my dad had Midge boxed up, but I think he did it so mom wouldn't know he kept her. Mom said she had thrown a fit when he bought Beany because he was all the time flying around in Midge instead of playing with me. I don't remember Midge at all, just Beany.

Since I can't fly two of them at once, and I know you love flying Beany almost as much as I do, I just had to give her to you. And it is the least I could do after changing my life. Dicky (I call him that sometimes) and mom send their thanks too. You will have to explain it to me sometime how Larry knows he never actually spoke to his dad, but still feels like he did.

As you can see, Midge's engine needs some work, and I sent along a list of places where I get parts for Beany. If you need some help with her, let me know.

Go get'em, Tiger

Love,

Holly Marie Strodmyer-Quinn

PS

If you have Midge up and running by May, let's get the two girls together and have a little race. Then maybe afterwards, we can break your trailer in.

"Wow. Mom? Meet Midge.... Oh MAN! I just can't believe it!" I said hopping in place.

"Goodness, Tim. You haven't hopped up and down like that since you were little. I just hope my present interests you after this."

"Huh? Mom, you already gave me your present. And it was better than getting Midge. Uhm, but I can open yours now if you want and we can..."

"No sir," she said with a smile. "You have to wait until you eat your dinner. You know the rules.."

I sighed and said, "Yeah, I know the rules." Then I brightened up and I looked back at Midge. I started jumping up and down again saying, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh BOOYY!" just like I used to, getting a laugh out of my mom.

After she went back inside, I contacted Joey and Suzi to tell them my news. Suzi was happy for me, but just didn't get excited like I thought she would. Joey got really excited at first, but then he found out it was only a one seater, and his enthusiasm dropped quite a bit. He even was a little hesitant about agreeing to help me get Midge running.

Joey and his dad were still working on the Mustang every moment they could. But Joey knew I couldn't do it without him, and they were almost finished with the car. The engine was running the week after they got her, but they insisted it sounded sick and they have been tuning it up ever since. I personally think they just love working on it, and I'm sure they will never be so satisfied by its performance that they say it doesn't need more work.

In fact, Joey and his dad were working on it while I communicated with him. Their Oldsmobile hadn't been in the garage since the Mustang was dropped off, and before I closed the connection with Joey, his mom came in the garage to cuss them out because they still hadn't shoveled the driveway or cleared the snow off the Olds.

Suzi and I actually got on the phone so she didn't look like she was spacing out while we communicated. We spent almost an hour talking about nothing as I watched the twins hit that damn ping pong ball back and forth. Suzi had been bored stiff, claiming if her brother wasn't away at college, at least she would have someone to suck on. Yes, she was joking.

After I got off the phone with her, I too found myself a little bored. I wanted to go out and play in the snow, but the twins hated cold weather, and snow just didn't excite them. The last time it snowed, I had actually convinced them to come out and try to play in it.

I thought I had succeeded when I suggested building a snow man. As it turned out, I did all the hard work, rolling the three big snow balls to their satisfaction, lifting them up on top of each other, then rerolling the head after I dropped the first one. And then all they did was spend five minutes making the most amazingly real looking snow cock and balls, and ten minutes later, Frosty got his first, and last, blow job. Two hot mouths like that make short work of a dick made out of snow. But you know? I could have sworn his smile was bigger than when I had stuck those rocks in his face.

So today I didn't bother ask the twins to come out. I just put my winter coat and gloves on, went out to the storage shed, and started up the tractor with the plow on front. I swear, I'll never use a shovel again. Especially not after I inherited almost a quarter mile stretch of driveway. Even with the tractor, it still took me three hours to plow the whole drive.

I moaned when I pulled up in front of the house where the twins stood in their snow bunny outfits. I spent the next hour rolling up, no, not three, but six large snowballs, three for each twin. They had fought over the last one, so they insisted they each got their own this time.

Once the two snowmen's bodies were stacked, I went inside and collapsed in front of the fire place. One of the maids brought me some hot chocolate, and I suddenly was in a rather selfish mood. My mom was working in her office upstairs, and I didn't expect her to be down until dinner. So as the maid helped me undress, I gathered the few other hired help, and for the first time since moving in, I took advantage of my servant's servitude.

I looked them over, and quickly picked Fanny and sent the others away.

"Fanny, how long has it been since you served your master sexually?" I asked as I stretched out nude on the sofa.

"Three long months, master. Not since you asked me to be your maid. I've longed to touch your cock ever since I saw you that first day. Please, may I feel it?" she said, licking her lips nervously.

"Wouldn't you rather suck it?"

"Oh, yes master. I crave to taste your hot cock. I want to feel you fuck my slutty mouth, and use me like the fuck toy I am."

"Then suck it, bitch," I said.

I almost gasped when she took it all the way into her throat immediately, but I managed to stay silent. For some reason I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing I was enjoying her actions.

But then I looked down at her as she attempted to tongue my balls while holding my cock in her throat. Her desperate need to please me was both extremely erotic and heart breaking at the same time.

Stuck between my moral conscience and my lust, I did the only thing I could do. I moaned my head off, giving her probably one of my best performances in my life. And somewhere in pretending I was being taken to the brink of Eden, I suddenly lost myself in my own pleasure. She very willingly allowed me to take her head in my hands and fuck her mouth and throat in an almost savage and brutal manner.

And when I came, I somehow had enough sense to let her go so she could taste it all before swallowing it down.

I was shaking by the time I had come to my senses, and I immediately ordered her to stop. She complied with my order, but only because she had no choice. And she didn't try to hide the wet spot starting to show through her maid's uniform, something that wasn't supposed to happen unless we say.

"Fanny, did you really like that? I mean... You're so horny I can't believe you can stand still."

"I live to please my masters. My own wishes don't matter."

"Fanny, for now on they do. You are no longer just a mindless toy. You are a woman with needs and feelings for yourself. Fanny, what is it that you want?"

"I... I don't... I want you!" she said, throwing her body on top of mine. Her tongue forced itself inside my mouth, and began almost raping it.

As Fanny's wet clothed crotch humped my hardening member, I examined Fanny's mind to find out what was going on.

Part of my father's conditioning of his slave's minds had been to increase the sexual desires. My father felt it was important for the slaves to have sex at least once a week as a payment for their servitude. But unless they were instructed to do so, they would never initiate the sex with anyone.

After becoming part of my staff, Fanny moved out of my father's mansion and got her own place to live. I wanted to give her a life separate from her job as a maid. But I had been negligent on completing my promise to do this, and I found the result disturbing. Fanny had taken up fantasizing about the sex she needed to have. I was at the center of that fantasy, becoming the object of her sexual desires.

My attention was sharply diverted to her attempts to fuck me with her clothes still on had actually succeeded. My cry of pain as the head of my dick tore through the black cloth was followed by her own cry of pleasure. She humped my burning dick shouting, "MASTER! OH MASTER!" driving my own lust back up despite my wounded member.

I swear there was a flash of light when her burrowing fingers suddenly penetrated my ass. And all I could do was lay there as her tongue had again swarmed into my mouth and her fingers pulled my ass open wider. I finally couldn't take the one way stimulation anymore and drove my hands to her flopping breasts.

But I wanted her ass. That's what I wanted. I would not settle for less.

So, I too sent my fingers burrowing. Fanny became quite passive as I stimulated her rose with my index fingers, slowly pulling her forwards into the butt fuck position. Then I nearly shot my load when she jerked herself backwards so hard all four fingers of my left hand sank inside her to the knuckles.

Only the memory of Nicky's shit covered arm stopped me from going inside any further. It was a very strange sensation, finding myself holding her ass from the inside. I played with her like that, her moans and gasps getting me hotter as she wiggled the hot glove on my hand. And when I started getting tired of that, I tried on the other glove.

Once I had worked my four fingers of my right hand inside her slippery cunt, she fell flat on her back from the massive orgasm flowing through her sweat covered body.

I grimaced when I realized what was being pressed up against the back of my left hand. I pulled my hand out of her ass so fast it slapped me in the face, giving me a good whiff of the piece of shit had been trying to get past my hand.

My other hand followed the first when I noticed she had the lump of crap halfway out. I don't think I've ever run to the bathroom so fast or scrubbed my hand so hard. And it still smelled like shit for the rest of the day.

Fanny had passed out after her orgasm had finally passed. I helped one of the other maids move her to a bedroom and clean up the mess before sitting back down and relaxing.

I felt extremely tired as I sat in the living room, staring out the window, watching the snow begin to fall again. Something about the falling snow made me think of Penny and her mom. I kept seeing Carol's face in the patterns of the wisping snow.

I'm not sure if I somehow hypnotized myself, or just fell asleep with my eyes open. I just remember suddenly realizing that the face I was staring at wasn't one I recognized.

The jerk my body made when I came to my senses startled the person who had been looking in at me. Luckily I had put some clothes on after getting chilled from sitting at the window like that. The stranger had been trying to determine whether I had been real or some kind of life like dummy.

I was ready to leave the window to find something to eat when I realized that having someone on the grounds whom I didn't know was rather odd. I mean, it wasn't like the old house where the side walk as only a couple of yards from the front door. Whoever it was was purposely trespassing.

I scanned the strangers mind and found he was having car troubles and had already walked a mile or two before finding our plowed drive. The twenty year old man almost decided to leave, but his feet were wet and numb, and he wasn't even sure if there was anywhere else to go.

"Hey! Do you need help or something?" I called out the front door. He yelled a positive response of some kind, and hurried towards me.

"My car broke down," he said when he reached the base of the steps. "Can I use your phone?"

"You could if it was working," I said smiling. "Come on. You look like you could use a fire. We have a radio we can use to send someone a message if you need to."

When he finally reached the top of the heated marble steps, he replied with chattering teeth, "Nobody is expecting me. I just needed to call a tow."

"I doubt you're gonna get anyone out here in this weather," I said leading him inside. "Looks like you may be spending the night. We have plenty of room."

"Uhm, well... Thanks for offering, but I don't want to impose," he said between chattering fits.

"You're not imposing, you're freezing. You'll be lucky if you don't catch pneumonia.

"Kelly.." I called.

The native American woman appeared from around a corner by the west hall and anxiously said, "Yes... sir?"

"Show Mr... er.."

"Mitchell, Brian Mitchell," the stranger offered.

"Show Mr. Mitchell to one of the guest bedrooms and prepare a lukewarm bath for him."

"Thanks, but ..." he said as Kelly waited for him to follow. His eyes were taking in her figure and somewhat skimpy clothing, making the little sex pervert inside of him talk the big overbearing conscience into accepting my kind offer.

"But what?" I said.

"But.. What's your name?"

"Tim. Tim Brandton."

"Tim... Okay, but what do I wear afterwards?"

"I'll bring you something in a minute. Now go before your teeth shatter."

While I went to grab a robe and some slippers, I scanned his mind a little more thoroughly. Brian had been orphaned when he was eleven and had been under the state's care until he turned eighteen. He was working his way through college, and was feeling a bit burned out. He had lost his virginity when he was sixteen, and hadn't had any since. His grades were down and his morale was low, mostly because his life seemed empty. He didn't know what he wanted to be, and he was too busy, tired, and shy to ask a girl out on a date. Graduation looked so far away... He simply couldn't find anything to look forward to.

But he had one large quality I liked. He was a romantic. He didn't care as much about getting his dick wet as finding someone to love and take care of. His heart ached for the day some woman would find him special, but he didn't think there was anything about him for a girl to find special.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I found Kelly standing with her back to the tub that Brian had just finished lowering himself into. His eyes were locked onto her backside, and I could tell he was having quite a fantasy about her.

"Why did you make her do that when you still have your underwear on?" I asked.

"I, uhh... You know.." he said getting embarrassed.

"Oh.. Kelly, Brian has a huge hard on from watching your ass," I said, watching him turn bright red. But his embarrassment turned to surprise when Kelly turned around with a hungry look on her face.

"Uhm..." he said, not able to think straight.

I admired the way he was fighting the urge to jump out and rip her clothes off by imagining how loving she would be like as a mother. His sense of right and wrong was deeply enforced by the passing away of his parents, always trying to be the good son they wanted. He had never forgiven himself for his moment of weakness when the volunteer had seduced him into having sex.

He desperately wanted to find a woman whom he could love and protect, and to find his life's purpose with her help.

I nearly shouted when my idea came to me.

"Kelly, would you please go wake Fanny and bring her back with you?"

"Yes, sir," she said with a small amount of disappointment.

"Mind if I join you?" I said, stripping off my jeans and shirt.

He looked at me a little nervously, then honestly said, "I'd rather if you didn't."

"Too bad. It's my tub, and it's big enough for twelve people. Well, that's what the ad said. I've never actually tried more than seven. Oh wait.. The twins joined in later, so I guess that it was nine," I said pulling the last sock off.

I could tell he was a little relieved when my dick had stayed limp, but he still wasn't sure about my intentions. He started to seriously believe I was gay, and that I was about to try something.

"Where were you going when your car gave up on you?" I asked after I had settled in.

"I don't know. I just felt like driving, but didn't have anywhere to go."

"Okay.. Then were are you from?"

"Seattle."

"SEATTLE!" I cried. "That's like halfway across the country!"

"Like I said. I didn't have anywhere to go. You got a nice place here. Your dad like governor or something?"

"He's kinda good at business deals... Hey, do you believe in love at first sight?"

Brian looked at me with that nervous look again, then said, "Why?"

"Just wondering..." I replied as Fanny and Tina entered. Fanny was still nude from our round earlier, making Brian's eyes go big and round.

"Brian, this..." I said, standing up and helping Fanny as she got into the tub. "is Fanny... She's the person you were looking for."

"Huh?" he said, tearing his eyes off her to look a me. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You didn't drive aimlessly across the country without having a reason. You were looking for someone to love and give your soul to. Well, Fanny needs someone to love her and fuck her. I'm not going into the details, but tomorrow morning when you leave, Fanny will be going with you."

"Look, are you trying to play some sick joke?" Brian said.

"Fanny, look at me," I said.

Her eyes held confusion, just with a touch of desire. I carefully began undoing the carefully constructed commands my father had used to enslave her, and after five minutes of intense concentration, I broke the connection.

Fanny fell forward, splashing into the water. For a moment I thought she was going to drown, but then her arms went around my waist and her face submerged to hug my stomach. She was crying senselessly, finding her life suddenly without the purpose she had the moment before.

"What the fuck did you do to her," Brian said.

"None of your fuckin' business. All you need to know is she needs someone to make her happy. And that someone is going to be you."

"No..." she cried... "Master... I love you... Please don't give me away?...."

I pulled her up to her feet and planted a small kiss on her chin.

"My name is Tim," I said firmly to her pleading face. "Remember when you made it to the other side of the wall? You expected someone to walk right up to you and ask you to marry him. Remember? Well, he probably won't ask you to marry you just like that, but he needs you like you needed someone back then.

"That's why everything you feel for me, you now feel for him," I commanded.

The look on her face gave me chill as she stiffened and moved away. I almost canceled the command, finding giving her up was a lot harder than I had thought.

"Look, er, Fanny.. I don't know what he's done to you but.... HEY! Stop that!" Brian cried when Fanny's hands went down his wet underwear.

I got out of the tub at that point and ignored what they were saying to each other. I knew Fanny would probably try fucking him all night, but somehow I doubted she would get the chance, at least that night. But I knew he couldn't resist her desperate need for him to love her.

"Master?" Kelly asked as we walked out together.

Yeah?"

"Will Fanny be happy?"

"I think so," I said, running my eyes up and down her body. "You know, Brian was right about you.."

"Master?"

"You're like sex waiting to happen," I said, rubbing her ass with my hand.

Kelly's legs gave out from under her, nearly passing out with the concept that I was suggesting sex with her. Unlike Fanny, Kelly hadn't taken up fantasizing about me or anyone else. She simply withstood the agony of not having the sex her conditioned mind demanded she needed, and now was so desperate she couldn't even stay on her knees very long.

Kelly laid down on the floor, spreading her legs in the most sexual suggesting way she could manage. Her eyes begged me while her nipples visibly hardened, making my dick start to go hard again.

There was something about her breasts that made my mouth water. I decided to go ahead and fulfill my duties as her master, sinking down to the floor and easily removing the cloth confining her large perfect breasts.

Kelly's mammaries were firmer than any others I had sampled. But her nipples were the absolute highlight of her tits. The teats were so large, they reminded me of miniature penises from the way they hardened and stuck out straight.

A long-lost memory resurfaced as I nibbled and sucked on the delightful nipples. Their large size was almost exactly the same size as I faintly remembered my mother's nipples felt when she had breast fed me. Buried instincts came back to me as I nursed on the moaning woman's teats. Kelly orgasmed the moment the urge to bite down on her with my gums made me use my now teeth-filled mouth on her.

When I realized her mind interpreted the pain as intense sexual pleasure, I continued to chew her nipples while trying not to damage them. But I was focused on making her moans louder as I sucked, and didn't realize how rough I was getting. I was also finding it increasingly pleasurable to suck harder while using my lip covered teeth on the areola. So when I had a surge of wetness enter my mouth from her teat, I greedily fed on it as she reached her third orgasm.

To my horror, I found the fluid I was sucking out of her breast was in fact from a puncture in her skin just below her areola. I suppose I had let my high arousal overwhelm me to where I hadn't recognized the taste of blood. It wasn't a serious wound, however, and once the shock was over, I was still very aroused and ready to move on to her ass.

Kelly was only too willing to roll over and put her ass in the air. I slipped my prick between her legs and lubed its head with the juices dripping from her puffy slit. She wiggled with pleasure from the touch of my cock's head, then begged me to fuck her and fill her with my spunk. I was happy to comply, and quickly entered her winking back door.

What a let-down. Her ass was looser than a wet grocery bag. And even though she tried very hard to clamp down on me, it just wasn't what I had expected, and only continued my pumping because of her lovely moaning. I came in her ass after ten minutes of building my arousal back up, then got right up and headed straight for my bed room.

I went to bed early on my sixteenth birthday. My dick simply couldn't take any more.