The Seed Ch. 26

The Story of Margie Sullivan

"You are very sexy."

"Thank you," said Margie Sullivan, with a frozen smile.

If that had been the first time she had heard this in recent days, she would have been surprised. But this wasn't the first, second, or even the third time. Margie Sullivan realized she was an attractive woman. She was in her early 40's and had two children of her own but the blonde beauty had kept her attractive figure and hourglass shape. She looked very much like her slightly older sister, biology professor Kathy Sullivan, who had recently fallen into a coma for reasons unknown.

Margie was used to men hitting on her, subtly, but in recent days they had become more bold. Complete strangers had come up to her offering, or even demanding to have sex with her. She had never seen anything like it in her life. And now here she was, having just delivered a lecture on ribosomes for the Association of Molecular Biologists, and this mysterious man had come up to her with his... offer.

Margie stared at the tall Japanese man with dark straight hair. In other circumstances he would have been considered good looking but he had a hard, demanding face and a firm brow.

"I am Daikan," he said, as if that explained everything.

"How nice for you," she smiled, starting to move around him.

He grabbed her by the arm. "You very sexy. We do fucky fucky."

"What?" said Margie.

"We do fucky fucky!" Daikan roared. "The lovemaking! Big dick! I have the very big big dick!"

"I'm sure you do. Excuse me, please." She pulled free of his grasp with an effort and walked briskly away. She found her 18 year old son, John, packing up his recording equipment. John was an angel. He always volunteered to help her with her presentations. It didn't take her sky-high 88-rated ESPer abilities to realize he had zero interest in molecular biology. Her son had a crush on her. He tried to hide it, very inadequately. She thought it was sweet.

Fumeko grabbed Daikan by the arm. "You failed!"

"No more than your last three slaves did," said Daikan.

"You tell her, 'Make fucky fucky with me!' Is that your best line?" Fumeko asked.

"Girls like direct approach."

"Not that one," said Fumeko, glancing over at Margie talking to her son.

"She is cold. Iceberg. She never crack," said Daikan, massaging his hurt ego.

Fumeko's narrow Japanese eyes narrowed further as she stared at Margie's son John. She screaned him, and a small smile lit up her face.

"Maybe she will."

********

The next day Margie and John were shopping at BloomySteinFeld's, the premier Jewish clothing establishment in all of Vega II. As Mr. BloomySteinFeld said in all the ads, "You're going to like the way you look!"

John needed some new pants, but while they were there Margie wanted to try out some dresses. Most sons would be typically impatient, but John was always good about waiting for her.

"What do you think of this, John?" she asked, coming out and twirling around in a white dress.

"It looks very fancy, Mom," said John, his gaze lingering slightly longer at her breasts than he should have.

"Well maybe I feel fancy, sometimes," she said, smiling at him. With her ESPer ability she sensed the thrill which rippled through his body as she smiled at her son. She didn't mind it. In fact part of her really enjoyed it! She saw him frown. "What is it?"

"I don't know," said John. But he did know. It was a very conservative dress, with a high neckline.

Margie smiled as if she could read her son's thoughts. "Let's see if we can find something else for comparison." She sifted through another rack, and pulled out a blue dress with a plunging neckline and held it against her. "Do you think I would look good in this, dear?" She enjoyed his embarrassed reaction at the mere idea of her wearing something so scandalous.

"Yeah, I think you could, Mom!" His grin said it all.

"Then let me try it out." She wiggled her hips in a leisurely way as she made her way to the changing room.

John watched her go. He was in love with his mother. Many teenage boys were. Some boys had moms who were ugly, or fat, or mean or stern. But Margie Sullivan, despite being 41 years old, was actually playful, unlike many women her age. She would often joke around with John and tickle him and laugh with him and in many ways he felt that she acted more like a big sister even than his real big sister Susan.

And Margie was gorgeous. She looked very much like her older sister Kathy, blonde with green eyes, an hourglass figure and large, heavy breasts. John had caught a glimpse of her coming out of the shower and he couldn't get the image of his sexy mom out of his mind even a year later. He had pleasured himself over and over and from that day on had a crush on her like no teenage son ever had on his Mom before.

And he was fairly sure that she knew it. She knew it, and she kind of played along with it, flirting with him in a casual way with smiles and winks and jokes. The question that occasionally crossed John's mind was not why any son would be attracted to her but why would any son not be attracted to a perfect mom like that?

"You want her."

"What?" John turned around to see a pretty Japanese woman with large breasts standing right besides him. How had she gotten there so silently?

"You want your Momma," she said.

"Why... why do you say that? Who are you?" he said.

"I Fumeko," she said, in heavily accented English. "You want Momma. You want her!"

"I've never heard anything so ridiculous in my life!" said John. "Many boys go shopping with their Moms! It doesn't mean they are in love with them!"

"But how many boys rub cocky cocky thinking about Momtits in shower?"

John's jaw dropped open. "How did you know that?"

"I'm back!" said Margie, prancing around in her blue dress. "Who are you talking to, dear?"

John looked around. But Fumeko was gone. Somehow, she had simply vanished.

"What do you think of my dress?" She twirled around and smiled at him. This dress was much lower cut, revealing the sides of his mother's breasts.

"You look really hot in it, Mom!" John said.

She kissed his cheek. "You're so sweet!"

*********

"I think these pants would look marvelous on you," said Margie, handing John a pair of slender slacks.

"I don't know, Mom. They look tight."

"Tight can be good." She gave him a mischievous smile. "Just try them, John!"

"All right."

John went into the dressing room. He knew what his Mom was doing. She was trying to make him look more attractive to the girls. Ever since he had turned 16 Mom had told him constantly how handsome he was and how he should be dating girls. But John had trouble talking to girls. It always made him nervous. And he wasn't sure how much he liked them. None of them had the wit and laughter of his sexy Mom.

He was just pulling the pants up (they were very tight!) when there was a knock at the dressing room door. "I'm working on it, Mom!" he cried.

"Work harder." The door opened to reveal Fumeko.

John blushed, realizing his pubic bulge was sticking out from his partially raised pants, which had gotten his balls caught in the zipper. He abruptly pushed his penis inside and raised the pants hastily. "What are you doing here?" he cried. "You're not my Mom!"

"You wish I were!" Fumeko tittered. She ran her hands over his shoulders. "You handsome boy. Very handsome boy." Then she leaned close and kissed him on the lips.

"Hey!" John cried. "What was that for?"

"For you. You want fucky fucky with hot blonde Momma," said Fumeko.

"No I don't!" John cried.

"Of course you do." She wrapped her arms around him. "Just think, if I was Momma, we could be doing it right now!"

"Me... and my Mom?" said John.

"Yes. I can help you get her," said Fumeko.

"How?" said John.

"By giving you Seed." Her dark eyes sparked.

"A Seed? What kind of seed?"

"John?" came his mother's impatient voice. "How are you doing with those pants?"

"Go to sexy Momma now," said Fumeko. "She wants you too, you know."

"What?" said John.

Fumeko opened the door and stood aside with a grin.

John came out of the dressing room, hastily closing the pants as he came.

"There you are! Let me see them. Turn around"

John twirled around.

"I can't see anything like that. You forgot to tuck the shirt in. Oh, you can't do anything right, can you?" she said. Margie came face to face with her son and started to tuck it in herself. First he felt her hands around his backside, gently cupping his ass, and then in the front, as her fingers casually graced the area above his pubic hair. She gave him a little smile as she worked, a smile only inches away from his lips which electrified him.

Then she said. "There! Turn around now."

John complied.

"Niiiiice," said Margie, staring at his ass with obvious pleasure. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek as he faced her once more. "Every girl in high school is going to be just crazy for you now, I know it!"

Fumeko had told him that his Mom also wanted him.

********

They were on line to pay when something caught Margie's eye. "Oh! I want to look at those breast control collars! Stay here, dear, I want a quick look!" She dashed off.

"You want fucky fucky with Hotmomma."

Fumeko was at his side once more. She seemed to have the ability to appear or disappear at will.

John spoke in a low voice. "I don't want my Mom! Not in that way!"

"Of course you do." A hand roamed over his back. "You fantasize about squeezing her Momtits. You want to put Boycock inside her. You want her to call your name as Boycock comes inside of Mompussy."

It was no use resisting her.

"Say it! Say it!"

John looked around. There was one person in line ahead of him who was engaged in conversation with the cashier. "All right," he whispered. "Suppose, just suppose I wanted... what you said. Hypothetically, purely hypothetically, how would I get it?"

"You must take Seed. I will show you. You will love it," she promised. Fumeko had big, dark eyes, eyes he could easily fall into.

"A Seed," John murmured.

"The Seed," said Fumeko. "You must take the Seed."

He looked into those big eyes. He felt a pressure on his head. A pressure which started to grow....

"What do you think of these?"

His mother was at his side and she held a breast control collar to her chest. John looked around. Fumeko was gone. It was as if a moment in time had been spliced out of his life.

Margie pressed the hard, bulging cups of the control collar to her chest. "Too bold?" she inquired.

********

John and his sexy blonde mother were digging out invasive plants in the local park on a beautiful Saturday morning. John didn't care what other people thought as he dug into the ground next to his beautiful Mom. He enjoyed spending time with her and knew that she liked being with him too. He knew it would probably have to end sooner or later as he got older but wished it were later, rather than sooner.

And then Margie saw someone she knew and said, "Hey, Ruthie!" and she got up and went to talk to her friend.

Immediately John felt a familiar presence at his side. "You want Mom for fucky fucky. Say it!"

John sighed.

"Say it, or I no help you!"

"I... I want Mom for fucky fucky," said John, his face reddening. He felt humiliated. But in the three days since Fumeko had appeared to him at BloomySteinFeld's he had been thinking of nothing else. That maybe somehow there was a possibility he could have his mother sexually. He was very much in love with her.

Fumeko smiled. A small step, but an important one. "Good, very good. I teach you how to seduce HotMomma."

"How to seduce my Mom?" John had never considered the actual mechanism. "That's impossible! She'd never have me!"

"Of course she would!" Fumeko stared at him with avaricious eyes. "How many times has Momma showed you her ass today?"

"What? We were digging out invasive plants!"

"And each time Hotmomma turn away from you to show Babyboy her big fat ass in tight white shorts she picked, specially for occasion!"

John thought about it, and realized that at times his mother had turned away from him more than seemed strictly necessary. But had it been a coincidence?

"And how many times she touch you?"

"What?" said John

"How many times she touch your arm?" She touched his arm. "And shoulder." She touched his shoulder. "And ass." She touched his ass.

John's eyebrows shot up. "Mom... Mom just likes to touch! She's being playful! I'm her son!"

"And soon you be more, much more," Fumeko promised. "Look at her. Just look at her."

John's mother stood chatting with a female friend. Margie's hand was on her hip leaning forward casually as she flexed a graceful slender leg. Standing in profile as she was, John could see the round curve of her ass as well as the shapes of her heavy breasts on her slender body. Margie seemed to turned her head ever so slightly and to give her son a smile as radiant as the sun itself.

"She wants you," Fumeko whispered in his ear.

Margie waved goodbye in a leisurely way to her friend and started back to John, wiggling her hips with every step. She smiled at him again. "John, who was that you were talking to?"

Fumeko was of course gone by now. "No one," said John hastily, before he could think of a better answer.

"Watch out for the older ones, Son. They'll eat you up!" Margie said, pinching his cheek with a smile.

********

The following morning, Sunday, John was working out with his mother at the gym. His sister Susan and father Rob never wanted to go, resulting in more alone time for John and his Mom. Mother and son seemed to spend a lot of time together, which was the way John liked it, and Margie always seemed to enjoy his company.

John looked at his mother wearing gym tights which left nothing to the imagination and felt his cock tingle with desire. She looked so sexy with her bright blonde hair, flirting smile, large firm breasts and round ass cheeks. As his Mom pumped holographic iron he could almost imagine pumping her, right there on the exercise bench.

"Hi Susie!" his mother cried, and then she got up and simply left him to say hello to someone else. It seemed his mother always knew someone wherever they went. She was a molecular biologist who worked in the basement of their palatial home but somehow seemed to know every other woman on Vega II.

"You want to fuck her," said a voice in his ear.

John groaned.

"I can teach you. I can tell you how."

"How?" said John.

"You must take the Seed," she said.

John frowned. "What does that mean? Are you going to teach me how to seduce my Mom?"

"Exactly," said Fumeko. "I help you seduce Mom. You do fucky fucky. Put Boycock in Mompussycunt."

John blushed.

"Do you want it?" Fumeko persisted.

John looked over at his mother in tights, at the alluring shape of her well rounded ass and tits. How he wanted to touch them! How he was tortured by only being able to look at them! "Yes, I want it," he whispered.

"Pad," she said.

"What?" said John.

Margie came back to her son, looking very sexy as her tights outlined the classic "v" shape between her legs. "Who was that you were talking to, dear?"

"No one, Mom," said John.

"The same no one you were talking to yesterday?" Margie looked amused. "You're such a morsel. I can see why any woman in her 30's or 40's would just want to eat you up!"

"Really, Mom?"

"Of course," she smiled at him. "But you, my son, are destined for bigger and better things. Are you ready for the steam room?"

John nodded vigorously.

********

The address was on his Pad. And so later that afternoon John came to a fancy, new apartment building on the outskirts of town and went up to the penthouse, on the 44th floor.

The door opened even as his finger was poised over the buzzer.

"Hello?" said John cautiously.

There was no response.

John entered the apartment. He found himself in an elegantly decorated living room where Fumeko was sipping wine. "About time!" she said. "You ready for fucky fucky?"

"You... you're going to teach me how to have sex?"

"That, and more." Fumeko grinned. "Girls!"

Two young Japanese teenagers came out of the bedroom. They both had unnaturally bright red hair.

"Is this the one?" said one of them.

"Pathetic," said the other.

"This Jajina and Cruela," said Fumeko, giving an amused smile as she sipped more wine. "Cruela especially skilled."

"Skilled at what?"

"Girls!"

The girls started to touch John all over, his chest, his arms, his legs. "Hey, what's going on here?" John stammered.

"He doesn't know," said Jajina. Cruela laughed.

"I... I thought you were going to give me this Seed of yours," said John, looking straight at Fumeko.

Fumeko frowned, giving him a "what are you talking about?" kind of look as the girls started pulling on his shirt and pants.

"We don't need the shirt off," said Cruella critically. "Only the pants." She opened John's pants and pulled down his silky triangle so quickly that he barely had time to protest.

"Hey!" he cried.

"What you think you here for? Ice cream, like little boy?" said Fumeko. She sounded more irritated than amused. "We here to turn you into man." She looked at his flaccid penis. "As unlikely as it seems at moment." She glared at the girls. "What are you waiting for?"

"Jajina is best with small things," said Cruela, snickering cruelly at she looked at John's penis.

Jajina gave Cruela a nasty look and sighed heavily. She gripped John's penis in her hand and started to rub it.

"Hey!" John said again.

"He is kind of handsome, in a simple way," said Jajina.

"He be our instrument, to get to his Momma," said Fumeko, eying Jajina's slow progress with increasing impatience.

"What?" said John.

"We not have all day," Fumeko frowned, staring at John's still flaccid penis.

Cruela sighed. "Must I do everything?" She pushed Jajina away and looked John in the eye. "All right, boy. You just lie back and think of your Momma."

"What?" said John.

The young Japanese girl took John in her mouth.

"Oooooh!" John cried.

A moment later Cruela pulled out, revealing John's cock was glistening and as hard as a rock.

"What a relief," said Jajina. "For a moment I thought he couldn't do it."

"He couldn't do it with you, you mean," said Cruela.

"Do you want me to take over now?" Jajina said.

"I might as well finish it. Never send a girl to do a woman's job, I always say," said Cruela. She lifted up her miniskirt, and to John's surprise she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her pubic hair was jet black in contrast to the bright red hair on her head. Cruela took John's penis in his hand and slowly inserted him into her.

"Ahhhhh," said John.

"You like that, little boy?" Cruela grinned as she started to ride him. Her miniskirt dropped back down, hiding their connection, but John could feel her warm cunt surrounding him most vividly!

"Feels great!" said John.

"How is he?" Jajina asked, with a little jealousy.

"Ummmmm....." Cruela looked upwards, as if figuring out a complex mathematical problem while riding on John's cock. "Perhaps a 1. Or a 1.5."

"A one what?" said John.

"Out of five, silly," Cruella laughed.

"I thought you meant out of ten," said Jajina.

"That too." Cruella laughed again.

"You... you're a mean girl!" John cried.

"But isn't that how you like them?" said Cruella mockingly, as she rode up and down on his cock. "All boys secretly want to be dominated. Degraded."

"That's why he wants Mommie," Jajina declared. "He wants Mommie to spank him."

"No!" John cried, even as the girls laughed.

"Slaves, you almost done?" said Fumeko critically, buffing her nails.

"Almost, Mistress," said Jajina, as she felt the Seed forming in her mind. She wrapped her hands around John's head, sitting cross legged behind him even as Cruela was riding on his cock.

"What are you going to do to me?" said John.

"We're going to make you a big, strong man. One who can fuck your Mom. That's what you want, isn't it?" said Jajina.

"Yeah... I guess," said John.

"He guesses," Cruella laughed, as she bounced up and down on his cock.

"Finish up!" Fumeko growled, glancing at her Pad.

"Yes, Mistress!" they both said.

"Are you almost there?" Cruela asked.

"Almost!" Jajina smiled. She felt the Seed forming in her mind. It was almost ready for implantation. "What about him?"

"He's ready any time I want him, babe," said Cruela, in a low voice which made Jajina's clitoris tingle.

"Hurry up!" Fumeko snapped impatiently.

"All right, here we go!" said Cruela, and at that moment her vaginal muscles clenched down.

"Oh! Oh! Oooooh!" John cried, as his eyes went wide.

"Ooooh indeed," Cruela said, giving a nasty grin as John filled her full with seed. "Now, sister!"

Jajina felt the psychic seed shoot out of her head like sperm shooting out of a cock. She felt the enormous satisfaction as she felt it impact inside of John's head.

"Oh!" John cried. And then he went limp.

They all stared at the non-moving body for a long moment. It was Fumeko who spoke first. "What is it? What happened?"

"I don't know," said Cruela, pulling out, revealing John's went, red limp penis.

"You killed him! I tell you to Seed and fuck him, not kill him!" Fumeko cried.

"She Seeded him wrong," said Cruela, straightening out her skirt.

"I Seeded him in the exact same way I've Seeded every other slave!" said Jajina. "It was her! She overloaded him with that supercharged cunt of hers!"

"That's entirely possible," Cruela admitted, giving a sly grin.

"Now we have to find another way to get to Mommie," said Fumeko. She waved a hand. "Get it out of here."

"What do you want us to do with the body?" Jajina asked.

"Feed it to fish. I do not care."

"All right," said Jajina. "Cru, you grab his legs, I'll grab his head."

"No, you take his legs," said Cruela.

"Why do I always have to take the legs?" Jajina asked.

Suddenly John groaned and opened his eyes.

"Not dead?" said Jajina.

"Where am I?" John looked down, and saw his wet penis. "What have I been doing?"

"You really don't know?" Cruela grinned.

John slowly got up and looked around as if seeing them for the first time. "You're all some hot babes." He grabbed Cruela and gave her a firm, passionate kiss. When he released her she gasped.

"What is this? What's happening?" said Jajina.

Fumeko screaned him. John had been Seeded, but his Seed was fully mature. It was impossible. And yet there it was. She saw the bushy brown leaves inside his head as if his Seed had had five days to mature. "Who are you?" she asked.

John stood straight. "I am Duadenum. A highly skilled Iskari warrior. Trained to take what I want." He looked Fumeko up and down in an obvious way.

"That impossible," said Fumeko flatly. No Seed could mature that quickly!

"Nothing's impossible, babe." John swaggered over to her and wrapped an arm around Fumeko's waist.

She slapped him across the face. WACK!

John smiled. "You're going to have to hit a lot harder than that, Babe." He pressed his lips against hers. Jajina and Cruela watched with avid fascination as Fumeko struggled against him. They watched as her fists pounded against his back and then gradually grew flat and embraced him. By the time John pulled back Fumeko had just a hint of a smile on her face.

"You... you...."

"I am a skilled Iskari warrior. And I take what I want," said John firmly. He pulled on Fumeko's sheer black blouse. She lifted her arms in a sign of surrender.

********

They were doing it on the couch. Both of them were oblivious to the presence of Jajina and Cruela, who were both still watching avidly. It wasn't often they saw a slave who could sexually satisfy their mistress.

John pounded inside of Fumeko's tight Japanese snatch. She loved his strength, his vitality. She felt a tingling in her cunt which she hadn't felt in many turns of the moon. As John pounded into her, her heavy Japanese breasts bounced and jiggled, catching John's attention.

"I like these," he murmured, squeezing them tightly.

"You do?" said Fumeko, obviously pleased.

"Yeah. You're such an intense fuck," said John. He kissed her hard even as he moved inside her, making her squeal. "I'm going to go out every day and fuck and seed people and make them your slaves. Then I'm going to come home each and every day and fuck you like this!"

"You are?" said Fumeko with a mysterious smile. John's stern tone, his hard face, and his hard cock excited her to no end. She had never encountered a hard bodied teenager like this before.

"Yeah," said John. "I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you-"

"Oh.. oh... ooohhhhh!" Fumeko cried. She gave a very un-Fumeko like squeal which caused Jajina and Cruela's eyebrows to shoot up in unison.

And then it was done.

John pulled out, the head of his cock oozing sperm. The girls noted with clinical interest that his cock was now blue tipped, which really shouldn't have happened for several days.

"Oh." That was all Fumeko said as she regained her senses. She gave John an appraising stare. "You exactly what we need. You do fucky fucky seedy seedy with Momma."

"What?" said John. His tone of voice was no longer deep and strong.

"Do fucky fucky seedy seedy with your Mom!" said Fumeko.

"How... how am I going to get her to do that?" he said, in an uncertain voice.

Jajina and Cruela looked at each other. "Who are you?" Jajina asked.

"I... I am John," said John. "And... I am also...." he concentrated. "Duadenum. Some kind of... soldier?" He said it as a question.

This was exceedingly odd. Just seconds earlier John had been acting like he had Gone Away and that Duadenum was in full control. Now Duadenum seemed to have been pushed to the background and John was back.

Fumeko didn't care. "You do fucky fucky seedy seedy with your Mom."

"How?" said John. He looked down at his penis and then at Fumeko's vagina and a nasty suspicion filled his mind. "Hey... did we just do something together?"

"What's happening?" said Jajina.

"It's like he's flipping back and forth between personalities," said Cruela. "I've never seen that before.

Fumeko stared at a confused and flustered John, even as sperm dripped from her vaginal lips. She stabbed him repeatedly with her finger. "You have been given Seed. You are able to seduce Hotmomma now."

"I am?" said John uncertainly.

Fumeko frowned. She had been trying to enslave Margie Sullivan for weeks. It was too important to leave to an unreliable slave. "We do test first. You have sister, do you not?"

"Yes. Susan," said John.

"Is she sexy sexy?" said Fumeko.

"She... uh, she's pretty," said John. "She's my older sister."

"How nice for you," said Fumeko. "You fuck her. You seed her."

"You... you want me to have sex with my sister?" said John. "I thought you were going to help me have sex with my Mom!"

"Your first test," said Fumeko.

"But... how am I to do it?" John asked.

Fumeko's frown grew deeper as he just stood there. "Go make fucky fucky NOW!" she said. Fumeko didn't care what was happening inside of John's mind. She just wanted it done.