Alien Porn Tourism
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Chapter 26: Mommy Teaches Her Virgin Daughter to be a Slut
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 26: Mommy Teaches Her Virgin Daughter to be a Slut - An alien comes to earth expecting life to be like our porn. When it's not, he uses his AI to reshape people to play the parts in live-action smut!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Science Fiction Aliens Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts
Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.
T. Ropex
I was so excited for what the AI had next for me on my vacation. So far, I had not been disappointed.
Amy Dermon
“Let’s just Netflix and chill,” my boyfriend, Heath, said over the phone.
“My mom’s not home,” I said.
“And?” he asked. “You’re eighteen. Besides, it’s just watching some Netflix.”
I squirmed there. I knew that Heath wanted to go farther than I did. I just wasn’t ready to ... do that. We had gone on a few dates. I liked him, I just ... It was such a big step to do. I wanted it to be special. Still, I did like hanging out with him.
“Okay,” I said. “Um, just come on over. We can watch something new.”
“Great,” he said, sounding excited.
I hung up the phone and wondered if I should change. I was wearing some sweatpants and a T-shirt. Nothing sexy at all. I bit my lip. We were just going to watch some Netflix. This wasn’t a date. It was something comfy. Sitting on the couch.
I did touch up my hair. Maybe a little makeup. Just a tad. And I brushed my teeth. You know, I wanted to be minty fresh. I was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. A nervous shiver washed through me. I just had to get him to respect my boundaries.
He would. I was certain of it.
I opened the door. Heath was there in his jeans and a T-shirt that read, “Gamers Gotta Game!” with an Xbox controller in the middle of it. He had a nice small. Tall and skinny. I was glad he didn’t wear skinny jeans with his lanky frame.
I didn’t like those.
“Hey, Amy,” he said. “Looking cute.”
I blushed. “I’m in my sweats.”
“Still,” he said, nodding to me. “Looking cute.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Well, come in. There’s some pop and water in the fridge.”
“No beer?” he asked.
“My mom doesn’t drink,” I said nervously. “And we’re not twenty-one.”
“We’re adults,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It’s cool. You have a show picked out?”
I shook my head as he ventured into the kitchen. He opened the door and pulled out two Cokes. He came back, handing me one. I cracked it open and took a sip. I was thirsty. This was so exciting. Almost overwhelming. We were home alone.
“There’s this show on Amazon we can watch,” he said. “It’ll be Amazon and chill.”
“Oh, uh, sure,” I said as we headed to the couch. I turned on the TV as he sat down beside me. His arm went around my shoulder. My cheeks warmed as he did that. I loaded the Amazon app. Mom had Prime for all her shopping. Other than that, we had Netflix. She didn’t like HBO-Max or whatever it was called these days. And she didn’t think Disney+ was worth it, let alone all those other ones like Paramount+.
She still paid for cable TV and unironically watched CNN. I liked podcasts. Conversations were honest on those, not cut-up, overproduced segments trying to manipulate you. Heath showed them to me. He was really into them. Thought the “lamestream” media was all a bunch of liars, and not just Fox News. All of them.
Why was I thinking about this? Right, I was nervous. I had Heath’s arm around me. I could smell his musk. He was scrolling to find a show called ... Reacher? I blinked as he started it off. I hadn’t heard of the show and...
It started with a murder.
Oh, it wasn’t going to be one of those shows to get me in ... the...
“Oh,” I said when the titular character Reacher stepped off the bus. The man was built like a tank. Wide shoulders and a broad chest. This T-shirt clung to his muscles. He had a six-pack. Maybe an eight pack. “Wow, he’s...”
“Yep,” said Heath.
It was hard not to be turned on by this Reacher guy. I mean, his jeans hugged his buns of steel. I found myself relaxing, sipping my Coke, and getting wetter and wetter by the minute. My cheeks were burning hot. The show was a murder mystery. He was being accused by the small-town cops because he was the newcomer and had been arrested. Lots of things were going on and then...
It was revealed at the end of the episode that it was his brother who was murdered.
I was hooked. Reacher was just such a man. He took charge. Didn’t put up with bullies or punks, but he was also respectful. And smart. He wasn’t a meathead. I squirmed there, hardly noticing that Heath’s hand was on my thigh.
Then we were kissing.
I wasn’t sure why that happened. We were just making out. The TV paused. I shivered as my boyfriend was putting the moves on me. I should stop him, but all I could think about was how hot and wet I was. How much I tingled. I whimpered as a man appeared in front of the TV.
A boring man whom I ignored.
He moved off to the side as I kept making out with my boyfriend. His hand crept up my sweatpants. My heart pounded in my chest. He kissed me with such passion. I was dizzy from how great this felt.
His hand pressed between my thighs.
I froze.
T. Ropex
She’s going to panic, I thought.
“The scenario needs to play out a little longer,” said the AI. “You shall see.”
I trusted the AI. After so many amazing life re-creations that I had watched, I knew that what was coming was worth the wait. So I watched the two youngsters. The girl was obviously a virgin. Her boyfriend was obviously pressuring her into sex.
It would be interesting.
Amy Dermon
I shuddered as my boyfriend was touching me through my clothes. No one had ever done that to me. I shivered. I had to put a stop to this, but I found myself not wanting to. I whimpered as we made out. His mouth felt so good against mine.
He tasted delicious.
I relaxed into the kiss. I shuddered as he rubbed up and down my slit. I was so wet. So hot. It was hard to think. He shifted around as we made out. Something popped. I didn’t care. A zipper rasped down. Our tongues danced while his finger rubbed at my clit.
I shivered as he massaged that little spot. It felt so good to have him rubbing around that bud. He was so bold. Just like Reacher. I trembled, enjoying this so much. I knew that I would just burst with delight. It would be so good.
Then he broke the kiss, and I noticed something fleshy thrusting out from his crotch. It was...
My eyes opened wide. “Heath!”
“I just ... I’m so hard,” he groaned. “You’re just so sexy, and ... and ... Can you ... stroke it?”
He kept rubbing my clit as he said that. My heart drummed so fast. This was going too far, and yet ... This pink, fleshy shaft was twitching. The crown pulsed. A bead of juices appeared at the slit. I swallowed, my heart hammering.
My hand trembling, I reached out and grabbed it.
“Oh!” I gasped in surprise. It was so warm. It pulsed in my hand. I could feel his heartbeat through it. “You’re...”
“Stroke it,” he groaned. “Please, please, I need that so much.”
I nodded and worked my hand slowly up and down his cock. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I was. I stroked him as my heart pounded in my chest. I breathed slowly, the heat washing through me. This was so wild. It was so dizzying to do this to him.
“That’s it,” he groaned.
She pumped up and down on him. More of that liquid squeezed out. She didn’t like that, but she also couldn’t stop. There was something about that ... that seized her imagination. She just had to keep stroking up and down him. Her heart pounded.
He rubbed at her clit. Why did that have to feel so amazing? It was far better than her own fumblings. She trembled as those fingers rubbed at her clit. She whimpered, her entire body quivering. She would have such a huge orgasm.
She wanted that.
Craved that.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “That’s ... Oh, my!”
“It’s good,” he groaned. “But maybe ... you can suckle on my cock.”
I froze.
“Just lean over and ... suckle on it,” he panted. “Your hand’s not enough. I need more. Your tongue. Your lips. Please, Amy, just suckle on my cock. Please, please, please.”
“I...” I swallowed, struggling to think with his finger rubbing at my clit. “I don’t know about that. It’s ... I mean...”
“Please,” he groaned, his eyes burning with need. He sounded like he was in pain. His cock throbbed in her hand. “I need it. Just open wide and suckle on me.”
“But...” She had to resist this. However ... this exciting heat rose in her. She had to find an excuse. She couldn’t go for this. She... “You have pee dribbling out of your cock. I can’t do this.”
“It’s precum,” he groaned. “It’s not pee. It’s just lube. For when we fuck. That’s all. It’s not pee. I promise.”
“I ... I...” She felt robbed of an excuse. His finger on her clit felt so amazing. She trembled and leaned over. She engulfed his cock.
This was really happening. She was really sucking on her boyfriend’s dick. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled. But she didn’t really know what to do. She had never done this before. The salty flavor filled her mouth. Was that the ... precum?
“Come on,” groaned Heath. “You’ve got to do better. You’re hardly even sucking.”
Before I could respond, the front door opened. Panic shot through me.
Mom was home
T. Ropex
“Initiating the full scenario,” the AI said as the front door opened.
An overweight woman entered the house looking tired. She froze at the sight of her daughter—the pair had the same lank, brown hair and round faces—ripped her mouth off the boyfriend’s cock. The girl squeaked in fright.
Then the changes hit.
Heath’s cock easily doubled in size to something that deserved to be in porn while the two women changed. The mother lost most of that weight. It all went to her tits. She also lost the sweatpants and sweater she wore. It was now a blue sheath dress that hugged her body. Her tits were almost spilling out of it while the material clung to her plump rump. She had long, toned legs ending in stripper heels. Her hair was bleached blonde. She had a nose piercing.
The daughter also had big boobs, though they were hidden by her baggy sweater. Her hair was bleached-blonde, her lips enhanced by collagen. Her makeup was much heavier. She looked like a slut who wanted to be comfy.
“You’re finally doing something with your boyfriend,” said the mother. “About fucking time. But, wait, that’s what you’re wearing? Come on, Amy? Why did I pay for those big tits if you don’t show them off!”
“Mom!” squeaked Amy.
“She was trying to suck my cock, Mrs. Dermon,” he said.
“Oh, please,” said the woman. “I was never married. Just call me Mommy. We’re practically family.”
I smiled. This was a wonderful scenario.
Amy Dermon
I was so embarrassed. Mom was supposed to be stripping all night. That was how she paid for the house. Paid for everything. She didn’t know who my dad was because she was just a big whore. She wanted me to be a stripper.
Made me get my boob enhancement.
“Mom,” I groaned. “We’re just ... watching TV.”
“Mmm, Reacher,” she purred. “Smart. Get the spinster hot and bothered so you can get in her pants and ... Sweatpants? Really, Amy?”
“They’re comfortable,” I whimpered.
“That won’t do!” Mom grabbed me and hauled me to my feet. “You’re here giving your boyfriend a blowjob, and you dressed like that. You brought him over to snuggle on the couch. You should be wearing a least a nightie. A nice baby doll or a teddy. Something sexy, but this...”
“Sorry, Mom,” I whimpered. She always made me feel so awful. Like I wasn’t good enough because I wasn’t a whore.
“Don’t say sorry. Show you’re sorry by doing this!” She grabbed my sweater and hauled it up my body. I gasped, thrusting my arms into the air. I was so shocked. She threw it down, my bleached-blonde hair spilling around my face. She made me do that, too.
Mom “tsked” me, shaking her head. “That’s the underwear you chose. Not very sexy, is it, Heath?”
“No, er, Mommy,” he said.
Mom beamed at that. “Such a good boy. Mmm, you deserve a reward. Let’s get this ugly thing off. Did you buy this at Walmart?”
I nodded as Mom pulled off my sports bra. I just found them so comfortable especially with my F-cups. My boobs were so big. They thrust out before me. I shuddered as Mom cupped them and squeezed them. My nipples hardened.
“I tried to get her to pierce her nipples like mine,” Mom said with such exasperation. “Can’t even get her to get a tattoo.”
“Mom,” I groaned as she dropped to her knees and yanked down my sweatpants. “Mom!”
“And granny panties,” said Mom, tsking again. “Are you trying to scare Heath off? He’s a magnificent boy. I mean, so lucky to have such prowess. You should be worshiping that dick. Another girl’s going to steal him if you don’t. So don’t come crying to me when a proper slut gets her mouth on his rod.”
“Mom!” I squeaked. As I did, she yanked off my panties. My cheeks burned. I was exposed.
“And you’re not even shaving.” Mom shook her head. “I showed you how to do this. I know you can, so why are you hiding your pussy from Heath with this bush. If you want some pubic hair, you can dye them so the carpets match the drapes. I’m sure Heath doesn’t want some Seventies bush, right?”
“Yeah,” said my boyfriend.
“Now, go suckle on him,” said Mom. “Go on! And don’t pout. You were in the middle of it. Go on!” She smacked me on the rump and pushed me toward him.
I shuddered, heading toward my boyfriend. His cock thrust up so big. This all felt so wrong. Mom isn’t like this, and did Heath’s cock double in size. And why are my boobs so big? What dumb thoughts. My mom was always a whore, and Heath’s cock was this big when I started.
I knelt on the floor, feeling Mom hovering behind me. Heath grinned at me. His cock twitched. More of that precum spilled from the tip. I took in a deep breath, wanting to melt into the floor out of embarrassment. The boring guy watched on, eager for this.
I swallowed Heath’s cock.
I gagged. I could barely get my lips around him. How had I done this just a few minutes ago? Still, I forced myself to do it. I nursed on him like a lollipop. Just like before. The salty flavor filled my mouth. I squirmed there, feeling Mom’s displeasure.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. “You’re hardly even sucking on him. Come on, bob your head. And she’s not using her tongue, either, is she?”
“No, Mommy,” my boyfriend said. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
Mom tsked again. “Let me!” She grabbed me by the hair and ripped me off my boyfriend’s cock. “This is how you suck a dick!”
Heath Lackland
Amy’s mom dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock.
The MILF swallowed my dick with such ease. She was a pro. I couldn’t believe that I was getting my cock polished by my girlfriend’s mom while my girlfriend watched. Amy gasped, struggling to cover those big, fake titties of hers. They were gorgeous. She shouldn’t be hiding them.
“Holy shit,” I groaned. “She’s sucking and bobbing and using her tongue!”
“Her tongue?” Amy asked as the MILF suckled on my dick.
“Yes,” I moaned as those plump lips slid up and down my cock with such passion. It was incredible to have her doing that to me. “Holy shit, she knows what she’s doing.”
It was incredible. I could not hide how much I loved this. She blew me with all that she had. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. It was such an awesome moment. I loved every second of it. I savored the way she blew me.
She took more and more of my cock, sucking and slobbering. She put so much effort into this. She knew what she was doing. That was fucking for sure. I groaned, savoring the way she took more and more of my cock until...
I hit the back of her throat.
“No fucking way,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.
“What?” Amy asked.
“She’s going to deepthroat me,” I groaned as her mother made such a wet, slurping sound as I popped past her gullet. “She didn’t even gag. Holy shit, your mom is wild!”
The MILF slid her lips down my cock. It was incredible to have her take more and more of me. She hummed, her vocal cords massaging the crown of my dick. I shuddered, savoring every second of this. It was just the best.
I trembled as she slid her lips down and down my dick. She took more and more of me. My eyes rolled back in my head as she blew me like this. It was fabulous. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to just savor every second of this.
The MILF took every inch of my cock. She nuzzled into my bush. She gurgled around my cock, moaning and groaning. I was in heaven. I loved every second of it. My nuts tightened as the MILF slid her lips back up me.
The watching man grinned.
“Fuck!” I groaned as she slid up me. She slurped so much, her saliva pouring down my shaft. “Your mom is incredible! The best cocksucker ever.”
“Really?” whimpered Amy.
“Yes!” I groaned. “Shit, shit, that’s amazing!”
That hot mouth slid up my cock. I popped out of her gullet. Her tongue danced around it. I shuddered as her hand fisted the base of my cock, lubed by all her spit. She caressed about the crown of my dick. Pleasure shot through me. It was incredible. This lightning that shot down to my nuts.
They tensed as she blew me with all that she had. It was such an incredible moment. I tossed my head, groaning as she did that. I breathed heavily, enjoying every last second of this. She nursed on me with passion.
With such amazing force.
“Yes!” I groaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I erupted.
I flooded my girlfriend’s mom’s mouth with my spunk. The MILF gulped it down. My nuts twitched as she suckled down the spunk. Stars flashed across my vision. I erupted into that hot mouth over and over again. It was fantastic.
I grunted with each blast of cum. The pleasure slammed through me. It was an amazing moment. She gulped down my spunk. She swallowed it all with such amazing passion. This was just the best moment of my life.
“Fuck,” I groaned and erupted one last time. “That’s how you suck a dick! Your mom’s awesome!” The MILF popped her mouth of my dick and purred, “Yes, I am. Now it’s your turn, Amy! You have to please this amazing cock, or another slut will steal him.”
Like the mother. She wanted to steal me.
Amy Dermon
“I ... I...” I whimpered as Mom rose. Her tits swayed in her sheath dress. “I can’t do that!”
“Of course you can,” said Mom. “You’re a slut. Now on your knees!”
SMACK!
She swatted me on the rump. I gasped at the stinging impact. I jumped off the floor for a moment. Then I shuddered and dropped to my knees. His cock dripped with Mom’s saliva. It throbbed and twitched, the tip such an angry red hue.
“Suck him!” Mom hissed. “Now!”
I opened my mouth wide, leaned over, and engulfed his cock. I shuddered. I had my boyfriend’s dick in my mouth. My lips sealed around him. My tongue swiped about him. My heart pounded. I was dripping wet. This was really happening.
I suckled on him. Mom had also bobbed her head. I did that, too. My plump lips slid up and down his cock. He groaned as I did that. Pleasure crossed his face. He peeled off his T-shirt, throwing it to the side. He was muscular. Not as built as Reacher, but still strong.
“Is she using her tongue?” Mom asked.
“No,” Heath said, not looking pleased.
SMACK!
“Swirl your tongue, slut!” Mom hissed. “And bob your head more. Put some fucking effort into pleasing your boyfriend! Are you his slut or not?”
SMACK!