The Seed

The following morning Margie and John were playing electronic tennis.

Margie realized that she was growing more and more attracted to her son and less and less able to resist his sexual desires. She knew John's ultimate goal was to fuck her and enslave her, and yet Margie was increasingly unsure if she would be able to resist him when the time came. She remembered all the strangers who had tried to solicit her for sex in the past two weeks, including that very odd Japanese man named Daikan, and realized there must be a connection with what was happening to John. It occurred to her that the aliens who had taken control of John's mind were using him to get to her. But even knowing that, she still wasn't certain she would be able to resist him.

So she tried to slow things down a bit by suggesting they play electronic tennis the following morning. John's face showed no signs of disappointment as he readily agreed. And so that morning she and John were on the grounds of recreation area #12 playing tennis. Margie had dressed in a short white shirt and matching shirt which showed off her legs and breasts. She tried to tell herself these were the kind of clothes she would normally wear to play tennis. But she had to admit that she enjoyed the sight of John staring at her breasts and her legs. She enjoyed being attracted to him. But how far could she afford to let things go?

John, who had previously been a middling tennis player, was suddenly able to return every volley. He was suddenly as good as or even better than Margie, who considered herself a serious player. Margie suspected the Seed had something to do with it. She and her son now seemed to be able to carry on a volley indefinitely between them. The electronic ball zoomed back and forth from his side to hers and back again, briefly leaving a red line in its wake wherever it went.

"I can't wait to put it in you, Mom," John said, as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

Margie swung at the electronic ball and missed for the first time. "John!" she cried. She reached down to pick up the ball, very much aware of her son's eyes on her ass and thighs. She served it up to him. "You are not going to, as you so quaintly say, put it into me!"

"Of course I am, Mom," said John confidently. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Margie, and you are going to love every minute of it!"

Margie gave him a sexy smile as she hit the ball back to him. "You're deluded!"

"Am I?" said John, hitting it back to her. "You've already told me you've agreed to be my lover."

"Did I?" she hit the ball back to him, making her miniskirt bounce around. "If I did, I was in averycompromised state of mind when I said it."

John let the ball fly past him, creating a red line in its wake. He calmly dropped the electronic racket with a clatter and walked towards her.

"John, what are you doing?"

He took her in his arms. "Kiss me."

Margie looked left and right. "John, there are people around! What if it's someone we know?"

"I said, kiss me!"

Margie pressed her lips against his, intending to give him a quick peck. But John turned it into something else and kissed her strongly, passionately. Margie heard the pong pong sounds of electric balls bouncing on neighboring courts and realized they were in plain view of other people. But John didn't care and took his time until he got all he wanted. When he pulled back Margie's labia was wet and her knees were weak.

"Say it," he said softly. His face was in shadow with the bright sun behind him.

"We... we will become lovers," she said softly.

"Again," he repeated.

"We... we will become lovers," said Margie.

A hint of a smile graced his face. "Better."

********

When Margie got home she eagerly ran to the shower. She was hot and sweaty and needed to cool down in more ways than one. She removed her sweaty shirt and then her breast control collar. Her skirt and silky triangle came next. Margie looked at her breasts in the mirror. Every time she looked at her breasts now she thought of John's manly hands on them, holding them possessively and squeezing them hard. Margie started to fondle herself, imagining John was touching her breasts, telling her how much he loved her. She then put a finger between her legs. She gasped softly as her body rocked rhythmically. After a time she sighed and entered the shower.

Margie soaped herself up and put herself under the shower spray. For a few moments all her anxieties fled. It felt so good! But then she sensed a presence and saw a familiar figure standing on the other side of the foggy shower door.

John opened the shower door and stared at his mother's sexy body.

"John! What are you doing here?" Margie cried. She instinctively put a hand over her breasts and another over her vagina.

"That should be obvious, Mother," said John. "I've come to see your cunt."

I've come to see your cunt.

"Put your hands down, Mother," said John. When she didn't comply, he said, "At least uncover your tits. Don't act like I never saw them."

Margie gave a nervous smile and uncovered her breasts.

"Good," said John. "Now your cunt." His face and tone hardened. "Show me your cunt, Mother!"

Margie bit her lip and flexed on her toes, considering. Then she nodded and removed her hands. She decided to take ownership of the act and spread her legs. "Do you like what you see, Son?"

"Very much," said John evenly. "You have a very pretty cunt, Margie."

A very pretty cunt.Margie felt a tingling in her clit as she tried to hide her pleasure.

"Come here, Mother. Come here now."

Margie obediently stepped out of the shower, as naked as the day she was born. But on the day she was born she didn't have heavy breasts and a thick triangle of pubic hair.

"Kiss me," her son commanded.

Margie obeyed eagerly. She felt John's arms around her, first petting her back, then moving downwards, squeezing her ass. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him strongly. "Oh John," she whispered, with a loving look in her eyes.

"I can't wait to have you," said John. "We're going to do alotof things this afternoon, Mother."

"I don't know if I can do everything you have in mind," Margie said with a sad smile.

"You can, Mother. You can do a lot, and more," John assured her. "Kiss me again."

Margie obeyed. As she did an image flashed through her mind, the image of John's stiff, red penis moving in and out of a Japanese woman with heavy breasts. She somehow knew that this Japanese woman had a special significance to John. And then she remembered.

"The woman I saw you with in BloomySteinFeld's," said Margie. "She was the one who gave you the Seed, wasn't she?"

"Indirectly," said John, nodding.

"Who is she to you?" Margie asked.

"She is my master. And soon she will also be yours, once you take the Seed. Her name is Fumeko." He gave her an appraising stare. "I think you may be almost ready to take the Seed, Mother."

"No, John-" but her protests were cut off by his grinding lips.

Suddenly they heard a door slam close. "Marge!"

Margie stiffened. "It's your father! What is he doing back so soon?" She quickly changed into her bathrobe and ran to the bathroom door. She had just opened it when she saw her husband. "Rob, what are you doing here?"

"I have some downtime today and I thought I'd spent it with my wife," said Rob. He couldn't see John, was just around the corner, but his eyes shifted leftwards nonetheless.

"Oh... that's wonderful dear...." She thought rapidly. She hadn't received permission from John to have sex with her husband. Indeed she didn't know if he would give it! "But... I have work to do this afternoon. A 4 PM deadline. Can we postpone things... until tonight?"

"Tonight?" Rob's face fell. "All right. I came home early for nothing, then."

"Never for nothing, darling," she smiled, taking his hand.

Rob frowned but his frown slowly turned into a smile as he saw his lovely wife trying to please him. "All right dear. I'll work in my bedroom office for the rest of the day," he said, and she nodded.

She watched him turn around and leave. Then she turned to John. "Your father is going to want sex tonight."

"No," said John.

"Please, John!" she said.

"Not tonight," said John. "He's upsetting my schedule!.Ourschedule! With Dad at home we won't be able to... progress. There must be a penalty paid for that."

"But... I already refused him once last night. What is your father going to think when I refuse him again tonight?"

John grinned. "You are no longer his woman. What Dad thinks is irrelevant. I may loan you out to him occasionally if it suits me, but you belong tomenow."

********

Margie's mind race as she tried to figure a way out of this mess. She went up to Rob's upstairs office in the afternoon and flirted outrageously with him, hoping it would make up for the disappointment that he would experience later. She left him in a thoroughly good mood and wanting more, but felt distress that she would have to disappoint him later.

It was silly believing she was falling under the sexual control of her 18 year old son. What business did he have dictating when and how she had sex with her husband? And yet Margie felt compelled to obey. Perhaps John was exerting some kind of psionic influence over her she wasn't aware of. Because so far she hadn't been able to turn him down even once. She felt so strongly attracted to him!

She was just musing about John's body, his kiss, his smile, when she heard the sound of a bedframe creaking in Susan's room. She stood silently listening and the sounds stopped. A few minutes later the door opened and a confused looking young man, grabbing his head and looking unsure of himself, let himself be escorted to the front door by Susan, who was wearing a half open white bathrobe which barely covered the important parts of her body.

When Susan returned, Margie said, "Who was that?"

Susan shrugged. "Just some guy."

"Just some guy? What were you doing with him?"

"I was just doing my job, Mother," said Susan.

"And what job is that?"

Susan said, "I am Siii, a common whore. My role is to spread the Seed and expand the Iskari empire."

Margie slowly grasped the meaning. "You... had sex with a complete stranger... and gave him the Seed?"

Susan gave a sunny smile. "Another slave for Omni. Has Duadenum given you the Seed yet, Mother?"

"No."

"Then you have something to look forward to." She turned away and her ass swished as she walked back to her room.

********

Dinner that night was laden with tension. Rob noticed the way John openly smiled at his mother. He also noticed the way Margie blushed and looked away. He sensed something was going on between them but wasn't sure what it was.

"How are things in school, son?" Rob asked casually.

"Fine, Dad," said John. In fact, John had stopped going to school ever since he had been Seeded. He was much too busy seducing his sexy Mom to do that.

"Any new romances in your life?" Rob asked.

"As a matter of fact, there has been," said John.

"I sensed something different about you," said Rob. "Is she a cute girl, son?"

"Very cute, Dad. I think you'd like her," John said, grinning at Margie. Again Margie turned her head away.

Rob frowned. "What can you tell me about her?"

"Well, she's tall, and blonde, and... well, kind of has a smile like Mom," said John truthfully.

"John, you and your jokes!" Margie said, as her face turned red.

"It's natural for a son to try to find a girl like his pretty mother," said Rob. "If things get serious, I'd like to meet her sometime."

"I promise you Dad, you will," said John.

********

That evening, Rob was kissing Margie in the bedroom. Things were going very fast, with Rob working his hands on and under her shirt. She needed to make a decision rather quickly.

John had no right to tell her not to have sex with her husband, no right at all! And yet Margie knew she was falling under her spell. She was rapidly becoming very attracted to what her son had become, a brave, bold warrior who took what he wanted. Would John even know if she had sex with Rob tonight? Given his new ESPer skills, he probably would. What would he do if he learned that Margie had disobeyed him? How would he react to learning that his mother had had sex with his father without his permission?

"What, what is it?" said Rob.

"What is what?" said Margie.

"You're pushing me away," said Rob.

"Am I?" said Margie. Unconsciously, it seemed, she had already made her decision. "I'm sorry, Honey. I have a headache."

"Again?" Rob frowned. "Two nights in a row?"

"I'm... I'm sorry dear, I'm up against a deadline for publishing my paper," she stammered. But somehow she knew that he knew that she was lying.

"Why have you been acting so strangely lately, Marge?"

"Strange? Me?"

Rob frowned. "I have a job, we both do. But I don't let it interfere with my family responsibilities."

"Is that how you see it, a responsibility?" Margie slapped her thighs. "All right Rob, take me. I won't fight you. Take my body and use it like a piece of meat. I can't get pleasure from it right now, but that doesn't seem to matter to you."

Rob scowled at her. "I'm sick of this shit! Let me know when I get my wife back." He stomped off.

Margie went into the bathroom and stared into the holomirror thinking,what have I done?

*******

The next morning Margie jumped as she heard the front door slam shut. Rob was still angry with her, and had barely talked during breakfast. She put on her white lab coat and went down into her lab. John usually came for her in the first hour, but one hour passed and he didn't come. She waited another thirty minutes and he still didn't come. She started to wonder what was going on. She went upstairs and looked from room to room. The kitchen was empty. So was the family room. So was John's bedroom. She had just about given up when she went to her own master bedroom and found John sitting there, scrolling through his Pad.

"John, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Waiting for you." He said.

Margie realized she had fallen neatly into his trap. He had wanted to see if she would come looking for her. She had now revealed another confirmation of her attraction for him.

"Kiss me," he commanded, taking her in his arms.

"John-"

"Kiss me," he said again.

Margie pressed her lips against his. All her resistance immediately melted away. "Oh John," she said softly. She looked around. "You want to do it here? In my bedroom?"

"An interesting idea," John grinned. "But not this time, I think." He led her by the hand to the living room.

"Here?" said Margie. "In the family room?"

"What could be more appropriate than that?" John grinned. He kissed her strongly.

"But... John... what if your father comes home unexpectedly?"

"Then he'll get an eyeful," John said. "Take off my shirt, Margie."

"But John-"

"Take off my shirt," he said.

Margie nodded, feeling her nipples starting to tingle at his rough tone. She removed John's shirt, her eyes focusing on his blue nipples. John in turn removed her lab coat. Margie obediently lifted her arms so he could take off her shirt. There was no resistance now. They had done this all before.

"Turn around."

Margie turned around and felt his hands on the locking mechanism of her breast control collar. She heard/felt it unlock and then it came free. As she slid the straps down her arms she said, "I didn't have sex with your father last night. He wanted it, but I didn't give it to him."

She turned to face him, her heavy tits sloping downwards, looking very sexy and very vulnerable. Margie was really quite beautiful, for a 40 year old woman, with a slender blonde face and bright blue eyes.

John reached out and started to knead her breasts. Margie just stood there, watching him with big eyes.

"You obeyed when I told you not to have sex with Dad." It was not a question.

"Yes. I obeyed."

John smiled, but it was a smile full of Duadenum. "Soon obedience in all things will be second nature for you. You have not even taken the Seed and you are already bending your will to Omni. You will make anexcellentslave." His hands continued to assert his control over his mother's most intimate parts as if to accentuate the point.

An excellent slave.

Margie should have been alarmed, or offended, but she wasn't. Her tits were hard and firm and pointed straight at her son. He looked down at them, and up at her, and gave her another cocky smile.

Margie smiled back, a shade less confidently.

Next came her pants. Margie's long, firm sexy legs came into view. John raised his eyebrows. That was all that was needed. Margie reached over and removed his pants as well. Now all they had on were their silky triangles.

Margie's tight silky triangle grabbed her crotch tightly, accentuating the "v" shape which was the mounting subject of her son's desire.

John's silky triangle looked three times too small, as if he were an adult wearing a child's size, which he had not. He wasn't even erect yet, but his pubic bulge was enormous. Margie found the size of it intimidating... and a bit exciting!

John stared intently at his mother and she shivered. They were mother and son but very soon would be more, much more. She had obeyed his command to stay celibate with her husband and that was the first step down the road to becoming her son's obedient love slave.

"Take it all off, Mother," he said quietly, staring into her eyes to dominate her.

Margie gave a nervous laugh. "John, I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet." She had showed him her vagina briefly in the shower yesterday, but somehow, this felt different, more potent, more dangerous. She again looked at his enormous pubic bulge and wondered what he had down there and whether John would insist on putting it into her.

'Take it all off," he repeated.

Margie licked her lips. "If... if I do that, will you let me have sex with your father tonight? Do we... do we have a bargain?"

"There are nobargains, Mother," said John. "You will show me your cunt because I ask you to, nothing more! Now do it!"

Margie sucked her lips in. John, or Duadenum, would not be denied. She reached down and lowered her silky triangle. She hung her head low, completely embarrassed as she exposed her vagina to her first born son.This is wrong!she told herself firmly.

She felt a finger lifting her chin. "You are beautiful down there."

"I am?" Margie asked, glancing down at her blonde-brown pubic triangle uncertainly. Her bright red pussylips were sandwiched neatly between her thighs.

"Yes."

Margie felt lips pressed against hers. She grinded back avidly. She felt fingers going into her womanhood, looking for that special place... a place which John quickly found!

"Oh John," she gasped, as he fingered her clitoris. "Oh John, oh John, oh John!" she cried. She stood there, completely nude, while her son, with his fingers deep in her brown muff, pleasured his mother sexually.She shouldn't be doing this!

"Do you like it, Mother?" came his confident, teasing tone.

She nodded wordlessly, her eyes full of joy.

"If you like it, take down my silkies and return the favor."

Margie nodded. She pulled down her son's silky triangle. What she saw made her gasp.

"What isthis?" The tip of John's penis was blue, as blue as his nipples. It must have been another alteration of his DNA by the psychic seed implanted in his mind. But it was his testicles which attracted the most attention. John's scrotum had enlarged so it hung four inches below his penis and even so his testicles were so enlarged that they were straining for release from his scrotal sack.