Part X - 6: Sweet Sixteen

"Oh, mom. That feels gooood," I said 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?"

"Oh, 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 pierced through my mind shield.

"You will fuck me, Timothy. You want to fuck me, and you will fertilize me with your seed," a deep voice said out of my mother's mouth.

I awoke with a jump, startling the twins who had just woke up themselves and had planned to give me a wake up blow job 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? No, of course I don't expect you to answer that, girls. I'm just... Just don't worry about it."

I crawled back into bed and allowed myself to be pampered by their mouths. I was surprised when after they finished 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 and cheeks, spending a little time just to enjoy their touch before I had to get up and go to school.

The memory of my dream gave me a moment of panic when the nude figure of my mom came into my room to tell me school had been canceled.

"And happy birthday, baby," she said kissing my forehead.

"Uhm, mom?" I said before she left the room.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Well, of course, dear. Is something wrong?" she said, coming back over to the bed.

"No, I don't think so, but... Are you, uhm, like going 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 four months now. And even you and dad are cooling it a little. But I also remember you saying something to dad once about how you some times had wished I had been a little girl, just so you could do those girl things."

"You know I wouldn't want you any different," she said after getting over the shock of how much I knew.

"I know. I'm not worried about that. But... I guess in the back of my mind I've been picking up other things, and this morning I had a dream that kinda fit things together for me. You're getting your body ready to have a baby, aren't you. And 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. But I'm not even sure I can still 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. Uhm, and there is something else. That dream I had this morning... I know this will sound kind of a strange question but... Uhm, who's gonna be the father?"

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

"Uhm, no... But it doesn't matter. I take it you are still going to work?"

"I was... I think I'll be going in late. 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. But 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.

But 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 even 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, we found ourselves closing that gap as we allowed ourselves to sample a kiss.

The moment our lips met, our bodies flooded our minds with their demands. Without realizing our actions, our bodies pressed against each other and stayed that way. But something in the kiss began washing away our bodies' urges, and a minute after the kiss began, our control was restored.

The kiss had contained a deep feeling of improperness, a sensation that we never were meant to be more than mother and son. This emotion, this basic truth about ourselves penetrated our souls and bodies, reducing and removing our primitive lust for each other's sexual contact.

That simple kiss had contained what I like to call an antidote for the sexual attraction we had formed for each other. Our minds and bodies now agreed that there was nothing to find pleasurable in sex between mother and son.

So we laid comfortably and at ease next to each other, talking for the first time about the dreams we had of each other. My mothers were very similar to mine, but a few of mine were more disturbing than hers, including the one I had experienced that very morning.

We spend 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. After we bared our souls to each other that morning, we made an open agreement that we would always permit each other to freely scan each other's thoughts, knowing we never needed to hide anything from the other again.

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 ass hole. 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 strip 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.

Despite fourteen years of celibacy, 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 sixteen long 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 going to have 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 mother 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. 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.

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

My father called and wished me a happy birthday, and promised we would go car shopping as soon as the roads permitted. The original plan had been for my mom to take me to get my license right after school, then the three of us would go look at cars.

Since it didn't appear that any of that would happen that day, my mom told me to go look in the garage where Joey's mustang had been parked two weeks earlier.

"Oh my GOD!" I exclaimed when I saw Beany's twin. 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 why. It couldn't have been flown for years.

"Well I guess that kills my idea of flying over to Joey's and Suzi's," I said to myself out loud.

"I don't think I'd want you flying in a snow storm anyway," my mom said from behind me.

"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 Monday while you were at that basketball game with Suzi. Tim... 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... Hmm, I wonder if they sell those... Oh well," I said as I unfolded the letter.

Tim,

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

"Wow. Mom? Meet Midge... Oh MAN! I just can't believe it!" I said hopping in place.

"Goodness, Tim. 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. Uhm, 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, "Yeah, I know the rules." Then I brightened up 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 she went back inside, I contacted Joey and Suzi to tell them my news. Suzi was happy for me, but just didn't get excited like I thought she would. Joey got really 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 do it 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 they have been tuning it up ever since. I personally think they just love working on it, and I'm sure they will never be so satisfied by its performance that they say it doesn't need more work.

In fact, Joey and his dad were working on it while I communicated with him. Their Oldsmobile 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 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 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 actually convinced them to come out and try to play in it.

I thought I had succeeded when I suggested building a snow man. As it turned out, I did all the hard work, rolling the three big snow balls 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, blow job. 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 ask the twins to come out. I just put my winter coat and gloves on, went out to the storage shed, 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 three hours to plow the whole drive.