Chapter 7: Sweet Sixteen

January 17th, 1987 - January 20th, 1987

“Oh, mom. That feels good,” I sighed 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?”

“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 her mind pierced through my mind’s shield as a deep voice said out of my mother’s mouth, “You will fuck me, Timothy. You want to fuck me, and you will fertilize me with your seed.”

I awoke with a jump, startling the twins who had just woke up themselves and had planned to give me a wake-up blowjob 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?”

With the snow, I wasn’t going to be able to drive my car for the first time like I had planned. I crawled back into bed and allowed myself to be pampered by the twins’ mouths. I was surprised when after they finished the blow, 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, spending a little time just to enjoy their touch before I got up.

The memory of my dream gave me a moment of panic when the nude figure of my mom came into my room.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she said, kissing my forehead.

“Thank you. Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Well, of course, dear. Is something wrong?”

“No, I don’t think so, but ... Are you, uh, like trying 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 two months now. And even you and dad are cooling it a little. And then a couple of weeks ago you were looking into doing some consultant work for dad. I guess in the back of my mind I’ve been picking up other things, and this morning I had a dream that fit things together for me. You’re getting your body ready to have a baby, aren’t you? 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. I’ve been taking fertility drugs, but I’m not even sure I can 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. Uh, and there is something else. That dream I had this morning ... I know this will sound kind of a strange question but ... Who’s going to be the father?”

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

“No. It doesn’t matter.”

“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. 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.

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 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, she smiled at me, and we found ourselves closing that gap as we allowed ourselves to simple a kiss.

We spent 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.I started seeing why Joey called her Samantha instead of Momma Brandton from the way my mom and I could talk about sex and other intimate topics I usually only talked to Suzi and Joey about. My mom didn’t try to lecture me like she had in the past. When she shared her own experience or opinion, it didn’t feel like she was trying to parent me, just share.

Part of that was due to my dad’s removal of some of the commands Father Xavier had given her before I was born. My mom still felt the need to guide me away from the sins our abilities promoted even though she was no longer restricted in that sense herself. My mom admitted the whole incident with Penny was intended to put me in conflict with keeping my word to them despite the unpleasantness of using someone I considered a friend. They needed to know I would listen to them in case I started doing things that would lead me to making myself miserable again. But she swore there would be no more tests. I had proven I was mature enough to handling my own affairs responsibly now that I had gotten a handle on my abilities.

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 asshole. 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 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.

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 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 having 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 mom 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. I had given them the table for Christmas, somehow knowing they’d enjoy it after playing a match of handball with them. 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. They made it more challenging by keeping four balls going at the same time.

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

My father called and wished me a happy birthday, and I talked to him about the work Joey and I were supposed to do on Sunday and Monday for him. Monday was a holiday. My private birthday celebration was Monday night with my dancer girls.

After getting off the phone with my father, my mom told me to go look in the south garage. I suited up and headed out into the white wonderland, poking my head into one of the greenhouses where some of my employees were to say hi.

When I unlocked the side door and entered the garage, at first I thought I was dreaming when I saw Beany’s twin sitting there next to a limo we never used.

Then I snapped out of my disbelief, exclaimed, “Oh my GOD!” and rushed to pull my gloves off to touch it to make sure it was real.

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 it couldn’t have been flown for years.

I said to myself aloud, “Well, I guess that kills my idea of flying over to Joey’s and Suzi’s.”

I jumped when my mom said from behind me, “I don’t think I’d want you flying in a snowstorm anyway.”

Giving my mom an exasperated look, I said, “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 during the day on Monday. Timmy ... 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. I wonder if they sell those ... Oh well,” I said as I unfolded the letter.

Tim,

After my mom and stepdad got back from their second honeymoon, my stepdad gave me the shock of my life. He took me out to a warehouse my 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 afterward, we can break your trailer in.

“Wow. Mom? Meet Midge ... Oh MAN! I just can’t believe it!” I said hopping in place.

“Goodness, Timmy. 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. Uh, 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, “Yes, I know the rules.”

Then I brightened 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 my mom left to head back to the mansion, I contacted Joey and Suzi to tell them my news and give them a look at Midge through my eyes. Suzi was happy for me but just didn’t get excited like I thought she would. Joey got 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 get Midge running 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 had been tuning it up ever since. I personally thought they just loved working on it, and I was sure they would never be so satisfied by its performance that they would say it didn’t need more work.

Joey and his dad were working on it while I communicated with him. Their Oldsmobile and Skylark 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 just 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 had 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 convinced them to come out and try to play in it.

I thought I had succeeded when I suggested building a snowman. As it turned out, I did all the hard work, rolling the three big snowballs 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, blowjob. 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 asking the twins to come out. I just put my winter coat and gloves on, went out to the south garage 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 an hour to plow the whole drive. I could have let one of the caretakers do it, but I was enjoying running the tractor too much. There was just something satisfying about shoving large mounds of snow of the side of the drive. It was like playing with the snow, just with a big manly machine.

I moaned when I pulled up in front of the house where the twins stood in their snow bunny ski 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 fireplace. One of the maids brought me some hot chocolate right before Joey, Brad and John arrived. I was a bit grumpy from realizing if we had just waited an hour they could have helped.

They didn’t come in right away and instead goofed off in the snow for fifteen minutes with the twins. I was starting to feel left out when they finally came inside.

Brad greeted me, “Hey, man! Happy birthday!”

He started doing our old complicated handshake thing Joey and Brad had developed back in seventh grade, and suddenly the four of us were doing it with him, struggling to keep up with Brad as he effortlessly went through the motions. We all laughed, though, at the end.

John said, “I can’t believe I still remember how to do that.”

I said, “No shit.”

I took them down to the garage to show them my new car and Beanie. While the snow had stopped falling, I wasn’t crazy about taking the car out into the weather, so we sat in the car listening to a CD with the volume up for a while.

Between tracks, Joey asked, “What’s the plan after dinner, birthday boy? We know Suz is coming with Christine and Tracy around eight. Are any of the ring slaves coming?”

“Jen and Robin aren’t, but the rest will be here around 7:30.”

John asked, “What are we going to do until dinner? You said something about big boy toys.”

I grinned and said, “You guys want to check out my dad’s old toy box?”

I led them to the north hall’s elevator and hit the B2 button. When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out into the rather small room with vault like doors embedded in each of the other three walls.

Joey exclaimed, “Holy shit! These are your dad’s toy boxes?”

I said, “My dad went through a phase collecting antiques and shit. Those goblets he gave Suzi’s dad at Christmas were stored down here originally. It’s mostly junk in the left and right ones, but the center one is huge and has some really cool shit in it.”

I started spinning the huge dial on the center vault. The damn things had the seven three digit numbers and I had to start over four times before the handle moved and released the door.

The fluorescent lights flickered on automatically and the guys gasped at the large room filled with shit any ten-year-old boy would have a wet dream over playing with. Like a B52 bomber from WWII. Who wouldn’t want to play in one of those?

I followed the guys in and entered the ten-digit code to keep the door from closing and locking us in. Along one wall there were shelves of rifles, pistols, SMGs, revolvers, flintlocks, even bows and arrows. Another wall had medieval swords, armor, knives and shields. Parked in front of the airplane were a Model T automobile, a WWII USA jeep and a WWII German motorcycle with sidecar.

As the guys were checking out the jeep, I said, “My dad nearly had a Sherman tank too, but the sale fell through.”

Joey looked up at the bomber then looked around the room carefully before asking, “How the hell did he get the airplane in here?”

I said, “I guess they took it apart and put it back together.”

Joey said, “They would have had to weld it back together. This vault isn’t under the mansion. I bet they built the vault around it.”

I shrugged.

We spent over two hours down there goofing around with lethal weapons. None of the guns had ammo and the engines didn’t have any fuel, but the swords were still dangerous, so naturally we played with them the most. Joey attempted to put on a suit of armor, but we couldn’t figure out how to secure it to him where it moved with him properly. His clothes also kept getting snagged.

The twins spent that time watching cable TV. They watched Disney, MTV, and any channel showing old TV series reruns. I accidentally got them hooked into old shows when we came across “I Dream of Jeanie” one night while flipping through channels. They were big fans of “The Andy Griffith Show” and “Happy Days” type of shows. Anything with a laugh track.

We ended up watching MTV with them until it was time to leave. We were meeting my dad, Suzi, hers and Joey’s parents at Magnolia’s for my birthday dinner.

I got another round of presents there, including the keys to the Trans Am. Suzi gave me a nice pair of sunglasses for driving and Joey gave me a set of fuzzy dice for my rearview mirror. Joey’s parents gave me four tickets to a monster truck show the following weekend and Suzi’s parents gave me four tickets to a concert on the Sunday following Suzi’s birthday. The concert was similar to the one I had seen last year while attending Crow.

Brad and John gave me cards like I asked them to do, but after we got back to the mansion, they gave me a surprise present.

As I started tearing the wrapper off the six-inch square box, I groaned, “Guys, I told you not to get me anything.”

Brad said, “Man, we know, but this is more like a gag gift.”

I pulled off the lid and looked inside, then laughed and pulled out the bottle of flavored lube and a package of brightly colored condoms.

Joey chuckled and said, “Not that much a gag gift as a practical one.”

I said, “Yeah, no shit. We’ll use these tonight. Thanks guys. These are awesome.”

Julie, Ben, Dawn and Kyle walked in while we were checking out the condom colors, Julie shooting off, “Are you guys accessorizing your wardrobe?”

I held up a hideously bright green package and asked, “Is it an accessory if that’s all you’re wearing?”

Julie took the condom and said, “Only if you go out in public.”

After Julie and Dawn gave me a kiss on the lips, (I was the birthday boy), Julie pulled out a wrapped box from her purse and handed to me.

I groaned, “Julie...”

“I know you told us not to, but you also told me to take liberties as your head girl. So I did.”

I sighed but gave her a happy smile before another kiss on the lips.

We were in the ballroom sitting at a table near the bar. Dawn was already flirting with John over by the bar, but I decided not to bother waiting on them and just opened Julie’s present.

Inside was a gold necklace with a small charm attached that was simply the letters MT

Julie clarified, “Master Tim.”

I grinned, put the necklace on, then gave her another deeper kiss before saying, “Thanks. I love it.”

Despite what you might think, the reason the ring slaves were there wasn’t for sex. They had become our friends and I wanted us to hang out together on my birthday. Sex wasn’t off the table, but Joey, Suzi and I were planning on saving our energy for when it was just the three of us tonight.

Suzi officially was spending the night at Christine’s with Tracy. At least that’s what Suzi’s parents believed. Christine’s parents would think they were in the basement all night.

Sheryl and Julie were easily my favorites as they were the dirtiest minded of the girls. Julie was always making humorous and usually dirty remarks, while Sheryl just loved getting fucked. Joey and I had double-teamed her at least once a week ever since she put her ring on. She was also the first of the ring slaves we had had sex with without triggering her slave persona.

Missy and Linda were probably my least favorites as I just didn’t have any connection with them. However, I liked watching them make out, and they paired up with the twins a lot when they were around.

While Joey and I hadn’t really spent much time with the guys, all the girls had, so inviting them made sense. Simply put, out of all the people we knew at school, I didn’t have to hide anything from these people. I was a lot more comfortable around them because of that.

Once everyone arrived and they all sang that silly song, we had cake and ice cream followed by dancing, a few rounds of strip poker, and several games of mixed limbs and hat animals.

Hat animals was where everyone wrote down an animal on a slip of paper then put it in a hat. Then after mixing them up, everyone pulled a slip of paper out and whatever animal it was, I made them believe they were that animal. The game evolved very quickly to something a lot more kinky after Julie wrote down a horny kangaroo that John ended up with. For five minutes, John was hopping around trying to hump people through their clothes.

In the end, all the animals were either given genitalia from different species, were in heat, or were assigned an owner they had to obey. While it was a laugh, I called it quits after the sixth round. Everyone was horny by that point. Seeing it was already after ten, I didn’t see any reason not to move it to the south study.

The south study was identical to the north study except for two things. 1) It had a backstage for performances, and 2) it had a direct connection to the gym’s changing room and showers. Everyone but Joey, Suzi and I were sleeping in there instead of guest rooms.

We left them there watching Animal House, not that any of them were watching the film. They all had paired or grouped up for some casual sex. They had all the condoms, chocolate and whip cream they could possibly need, but I wasn’t supplying them any Essence of Life drink. I didn’t want it to turn into a fuckfest orgy like on New Year’s.

While Joey and I were waiting for Suzi to finish on the potty in my bathroom, I was distracted thinking about how sexual that group of friends had become. Sheryl was getting double teamed by Julie and Ben when we left - Julie was using her trusty strap-on - and I knew Dawn had her strap on with her to use on John later at his request. In the past two weeks, Joey and I had each fucked at least one girl every day during the school week, and I was pretty sure the guys were having sex with them too. Ever since the orgy, instead of being sexually sated, everyone seemed to get horny more frequently.