The Seed

It was time for John to Seed his mother.

Not only that, but he was going to have sex with her for the very first time! The part of John that was still him wasthrilledby the thought of it! It was what he most wanted in life! It was why he had agreed to take the Seed!

The part of him that was Duadenum, the highly skilled Iskari Warrior, wasalsoexcited. John could sense it. Duadenum found his mother every bit as attractive as he did. He filled John's mind with thoughts of hugging and kissing his blonde hottie Mom while their naked bodies were squirming together in sexual congress.

John didn't need any further persuasion. He was ready for it. All he needed was courage. And for that he had Duadenum to guide him.

He sauntered down the staircase to the basement with a swagger that Duadenum had given him. He saw his mother wearing her customary white lab coat peering into her molecular scanner, as she always did. He went over to her and leaned his head closer to hers. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, and smiled. Then he leaned forward and started kissing her on the neck.

"Rob! What are you doing?" she cried, thinking he was her husband. She turned around and her eyes went wide. "John?"

"Mom!" he grinned. He put a possessive hand on her shoulder and continued kissing her neck.

"What are you doing, dear?"

"What does it look like, Mom?" he said, in a teasing voice. He couldscreanher starting to become aroused. She was reacting to his lips, his touch!

"I'm, I'm busy dear." She wiped a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. "Why don't you go have sex with your sister?"

"But I want to have sex withyou, Mom," said John. He pressed his lips against hers, and felt the shocked stiffness of her body. When he pulled away he gave a content smile.

"What?" said Margie.

"You heard me," John said. "I'm attracted to you, Margie."

"You... are attracted to me?" said Margie.Her son had just called her Margie, not Mom!

"Don't act so surprised, Margie," said John. He took her hand and gently squeezed it. "Surely you knew there was something between us."

Margie looked flustered. "I, I know there's a certain playfulness between us. But I'm your mother, and you're my son-"

"And soon we will be so much more," said John. And his expression was so serious, his tone so deep, that Margie felt her vagina started to lubricate. She stared at her son's deadly serious face. It was like the face of a stranger. This time when John leaned in and kissed her she didn't resist, she evenparticipated.

"Oh John," she whispered, giving him a loving look as he pulled back. She reached out and squeezed his hand. Suddenly, she practically jumped out of her chair.

Margie was an ESPER rank 88 out of 100. When she touched her son she sensed something different, something alien about him, something inside his mind. It was like a seed, with roots and tendrils going throughout his mind.What was that?

Margie yanked her hand away and gave him a confused look. "John, what's happened to you?"

"I am Duadenum, a highly skilled Iskari Warrior," he said proudly.

"Duadenum," she said slowly. "A highly skilled-"

"Iskari Warrior."

"Yes, I heard you the first time," Margie said. She twitched in her chair and bit her lip. "John, there's something... something in your mind."

John just stared at her.

"Lie down," Margie implored him. She lead him to her examining table. John hesitated, cocked his head, and then nodded, and lay down on it. Margie went to her controls.

"This won't hurt a bit," she promised, as a giant machine above John's head hummed and lowered itself down over him.

Margie ran the scan. It took only moments for it to be done. When it was over, the machine retracted.

John swung off the table. "What did you find, Mom?"

"Nothing," she said. "There's nothing unusual about your brain scan." She reached out with her ESPer senses. "But I sense something is there."

John smiled and kissed her again on the lips. Then he whispered in her ear. "It's the Seed."

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At lunch Margie glanced at her daughter Susan, then glanced again. Susan was giving her a wicked smile.

"Did you give Mom the Seed?" Susan asked.

"Not yet," said John, forking his space turkey.

"Anticipation!" Susan cried.

"Not you too, Susan!" Margie said.

"There is no Susan. I am Siii, a common whore," said Susan.

"What?" said Margie, glancing from Susan to John and back to Susan again. "Come with me, dear."

Susan went willingly with her Mom down to the basement lab. Margie scanned her daughter's brain but found nothing unusual.

"What is going on here?" Margie said, as she stared at John and Susan's brain scans side by side.

"You need less work, and more fucking," said John, reaching from behind her to squeeze her tits, making her jump.

********

"I still can't figure it out," Margie muttered. She had been looking at the childrens' brain scans all afternoon, searching for a trace of irregularity. There was none.

"Maybe I can help you think," said a new voice, and before Margie knew it her head was being turned and she was being kissed again.

"John," she whispered, looking into her son's eyes. "I can't find anything wrong."

"Because thereisnothing wrong, Mother," said John. "I have just found my True Self."

"Your True Self? You mean this... Duadenum you mentioned?"

John nodded. "It is a manifestation of the Seed."

"What Seed?"

"The Seed in my mind."

"But... I see no Seed here." She indicated the brainscans. "But I can sense it! John... is this some kind of psychic seed?"

John nodded.

"Tell me more," said Margie.

"You could sense it before when we touched," said John. "If you let me touch you again, you'll learn more."

Margie looked amused. "Is that your price? I find out more... while you get to grope your Mom?"

"Exactly," said John.

Margie felt extremely flattered. Her very handsome son was attracted to her! "All, all right," she said, stammering slightly. "But only in the interests of science!"

"All for science," John grinned. He took his mother by the hands and gently raised her out of her chair. Margie gave him a worried smile as she let herself be lifted up. Then John started to pull off one sleeve of her lab coat and then the other.

"What are you doing?" Margie stammered.

"What do you think, Mother?" he said in his new, mocking voice which excited her so much.

Margie was still fully clothed but she felt a line had been crossed. Her son had never started to undress her before. She shivered as she felt a new intense chemistry between them as he removed her lab coat. John smiled as if he could read her mind, as if she were a completely open book to him. He reached out and slowly ran his hands up her bare arms. He squeezed her shoulders and smiled. He was actually caressing his sexy Mom! And then Duadenum whispered something in his ear and he nodded. John's hands went down, down down until they were on his mother's breasts. He squeezed them through her shirt and her control collar.

"John, I don't know about this-" she began to say.

"But I do!" he said, kissing her roughly to silence her objections. John felt her lips resist, but only momentarily. Soon she melted against him, grinding her lips just as he did. When he pulled back, his mother was red faced. She looked down as John continued to squeeze her breasts, but this time she didn't move to stop him.

"Progress," he said.

"You're really doing it," she said, brushing a blonde hair off her forehead. "You're really attracted to me."

"I've always been attracted to you, Mom," said John truthfully. He kissed her again, and smiled as her body shuddered.

"Really?" Margie looked confused and pleased.

"Really." When John pulled back he continued to squeeze her breasts some more. It was true that he didn't feel very much because his Mom's breasts were protected by the cups of her breast control collar, but the act wasladenwith sexuality. His own Mom was letting him fondle her!

And then Margie stiffened and her eyes went wide. She saw an image of galaxies in her mind. Of thousands of starships and millions of soldiers, taking, conquering, plundering.

"What am I seeing?" she whispered.

"The might of the Iskari Empire," said John smugly as he squeezed her tits. "The memories of my True Self."

Suddenly the image changed. Margie was looking out from the eyes of an Iskari Warrior. She saw him batter down the door of a home. Inside was a man wearing a highly decorated military uniform. His wife and teenage daughter cowered besides him.

"General Shishi?" came the voice of the man whose eyes Margie was seeing through.

"Yes," said the man.

"You are conquered. You know what must be done."

The man bowed his head. "Yes. I know what must be done."

Margie saw an energy sword being lifted, and then the man's head was cut off. She cried out, but it didn't affect what was happening. The body dropped to the ground in two pieces with a thump. Then the warrior turned to the man's wife.

"You are spoils of war," said the warrior.

"Yes. I am spoils of war," said the wife dully, with tears in her eyes.

And then the warrior proceeded to make love to the wife. He ripped off her clothing and in moments was inside of her, even as her 18 year old daughter watched. Margie could feel from the warrior's perspective the tightness of the wife's vagina as he poled in and out of her.

"What am I seeing? What am I feeling?" Margie said.

"It is a race memory," said John, who was working a trail of kisses around his mother's neck. "Carried down from the DNA of my True Self."

"That... is you?" said Margie, as she watched the warrior fuck the wife of the dead general.

"Duadenum. My True Self," said John.

Margie groaned as John squeezed her tits through her control collar cups yet again. The scene in her mind jumped ahead now. The wife was leaning against a wall, sperm leaking out of her widely spread cuntlips. The young attractive daughter stepped forward. "It is my turn. I must be taken," she announced in a flat voice. She hurriedly started to undress herself.

"What is she doing?" Margie cried. "Why is she giving herself to him?"

"It is an honor to give yourself to a conquering warrior," said John, as he squeezed his Mom's tits.

"Even one who just killed your father right in front of you?"

"Uh huh," John grinned, even as he continued to squeeze through her control cups.

Duadenum was plunging between the young girl's legs. Her eyes were full of fear but she hung onto him for dear life. "Am I serving you well, Master?" she asked.

"She called him Master?" said Margie.

"She is his slave. As you are mine," said John, sending a chill down Margie's spine.

The daughter moaned with pleasure as Duadenum rodded her. Somehow Margie felt it too. She groaned as she felt Duadenum banging the young girl's tight pussy harder and harder. Margie felt John's lips against hers and she kissed him strongly. "Oh John! Oh John! He's going to come! He's going to come inside of her!" she cried.

As Duadenum climaxed inside the young girl, Margie groaned with pleasure. Suddenly she realized she was wet and lubricating and her clit was stiff and aching.

John pulled back for a moment and Margie blinked. "What... what just happened here?" she asked. Then she answered the question herself. "It seems I had some kind of psychic interaction with the race memory... of your True Self."

John grinned. "It is why you are wanted. Omni wants your special abilities."

"Omni?" said Margie. She looked down, and saw the imprint of her nipples sticking out, even through her shirt and the cups of her breast control collar.

What had just happened to her?

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Margie hoped the tension she felt the following morning was not apparent to anyone, or at least her husband Rob. She sometimes forgot that most people didn't have her ESPer powers and couldn't sense things as acutely as she could. When they first had gotten married, Rob had been particularly attentive but over the years complacency had set in. His entire life was the clarinet. If he spent more time playing with her clitoris during sex and less time playing the clarinet their marriage would have been a great deal more healthier.

She looked over at her husband as he ate his space eggs and nuclear bacon. He barely glanced at her. Her daughter Susan was off in her own little world. She was now someone called Siii, a common whore. Margie still wasn't quite sure what had been done to her but she knew the key to helping her, to helping both her children, lay with John. Margie remembered the image in her mind of Duadenum fucking the daughter of the decapitated general while John squeezed her tits. She turned to look at John and he gave her a wholesome grin. She dropped the plate of space bacon she was carrying and the plate shattered on the ground.

Rob raised his eyebrows mildly.

"Sorry," said Margie, hurriedly picking up the pieces.

"Everything all right, Honey?" Rob asked.

"Fine. Everything is fine," she said.

Rob reached down to pick up one of the pieces. She grabbed his wrist and said, "Thanks." How she still loved him! Maybe she merely needed to shatter more plates to get his attention.

She watched with her eyes as her husband got ready to go to the music school. She saw the smile on John's face grow broader and broader as his father got closer and closer to leaving the house. He was like a predator getting ready to hunt his prey. And then finally they heard Rob say, "See you at dinner, Honey. Love you."

"Love you too," said Margie, staring straight into John's face.

Her shoulders slumped slightly when she heard the sound of the front door closing.

*********

It was perhaps an hour before John came down to her lab in the basement. Margie was hoping that maybe her son would delay his next attempt to wear her down. She was reading everything she could about psychic energy and how to counter it. Hopefully she could find a way to free both John and Susan from the grip of whatever was influencing them!

And then she heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind her, slowly and confidently, one step at a time, as if they had all the time in the world.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

Margie kept working, waiting for the inevitable hand on her shoulder or kiss on her neck. She wasn't sure how she would react. She was surprised, therefore, to find a bouquet of flowers thrust in front of her.

"What are these?" she asked, taking them automatically.

"Flowers," said John, as if she were retarded.

They weren't merely flowers. They were red roses!

"Oh, John... they're so beautiful!" Margie said, her face lighting up. What was she saying? She shouldn't be leading him on like this!

"Give me a kiss," he commanded, pulling her out of her seat.

It just feltso naturalto give him what he wanted. It all felt so easy, flowing into his arms and giving him a warm, passionate kiss.

"I love roses," she whispered.

"I know," he said in his new, manly cocky voice which gave her chills.

Margie felt the warmth of his body pressed against hers. He held the back of her head firmly against his as he kissed her strongly. When she tried to pull away he wouldn't let her move an inch, not until he had taken all he wanted... and given her a bit more.

When she was finally released Margie found she was breathless and aroused and ready and willing for more. She pulled her lab coat tightly around her so her erect nippled tits would not betray her arousal to her amorous son yet again.

"Was... was that you... or Duadenum?" Margie asked, blinking rapidly.

"A little of both," John grinned. "Are you ready to make out, Mom?"

"To make out?"

"You said you wanted to find out more about the Iskari," said John.

"Yes," said Margie, patting her hair. "Yes I did."

********

They were hugging and kissing frantically on the basement couch. As John touched her and Margie touched him, images flashed through her mind. Images of slaves, countless thousands of them, in a very odd place of whiteness in every direction. The slaves were paired off, and they were all doing the same thing.

They were fucking.

Margie could sense the passion in all of them as if she were there, the sense of unhinged lust as penis went into vaginas and vaginas milked penises. Men gasped and women groaned as they lost themselves in sexual pleasure, all for the purpose of pleasing... someone... orsomething.....

Margie felt her lab coat being taken off. And then her shirt was being pulled up.

"John!" she cried, grabbing onto his hands.

"Let go, Mom," he growled.

"John!" she said again.

"Let go, I said," said John. He gave her a steely stare.

Margie felt her hands letting go as if it wasn't of her own accord.

"Better," he said. "Lift your arms."

Margie obeyed as if she were in a dream. Suddenly her shirt was off in front of her son. Her son had seen her without a shirt before, of course, but never in such a highly sexually charged atmosphere.

She sat there on the couch with him, her breast control collar fully exposed. She was consciously aware that her nipples were erect and pointed directly at her son. It could hardly be helped.

"You look so beautiful, Mom," said John, staring at the humps of feminine flesh overflowing from the sizes of her control collar cups.

"I do? Thank you, J-Johnny," she stammered.

He leaned in and kissed her strongly. Margie groaned and responded, giving her son a passionate kiss.

She once again saw images of slaves fucking each other, in that other white place, fucking each other and working themselves into a frenzy. Penises and vaginas and fucking and cocks pistoning and pussies being pounded-

"They are doing it to please Omni," said John, between kisses.

"Omni?"

"Our master," John said. "You will understand everything once you take the Seed."

"No Johnny." Margie shook her head. "I won't be taking the Seed."

John smiled as if he knew something which she didn't. He squeezed her breasts through her control collar cups. Then he stroked the imprints of her erect nipples. "Are you hot for me, Mom?"

She didn't answer. She avoided answering by kissing him again. But Johnny was firm. "Are you attracted to me, Mom? Say it. Tell me you're attracted to me."

Margie gave her son a dreamy look. "Of course I'm attracted to you! I produced such a handsome son! No girl could resist you!"

"Including you, Mom?" When she didn't answer, John squeezed one of her control cups. "Including you?"

"Including me, Honey," she said in a soft voice.

"Then take off my shirt," said John.

"What?"

"Take off my shirt, Mom! If you're attracted to me, take off my shirt!" He saw her hesitation. "I won't ask you again!" he growled, and suddenly he was all Duadenum, the highly skilled warrior who had made love to a girl right in front of her father's decapitated body.

"All... all right," Margie stammered. John lifted his arms as she struggled to pull the sleeves up. As she did she was very conscious of the cups of her breast control collar pressing against her son's chest. She sensed this was only the beginning of her path down a dangerous road and she didn't honestly know where it would end.

When John's shirt came off she gasped. His nipples were blue.

"What is this?" Margie murmured. Her fingertips traced over the blue circles. "Some kind of genetic mutation inspired by the psychic seed?"

"I have been changed more than you know, Mother," said John, in a very manly voice. He glanced downwards, and somehow Margie knew.His penis. They've done something to his penis. But what?

"I am a proud Iskari warrior, and you are my woman now," said John.