As I lay my head against her stomach, she said, “Come here, Baby. Let Mommy feed you and show you how much I love you.”
She leaned forward and pulled my face against her breast and I started to suckle and drink her milk slowly and gently.
She said, “Let’s talk and see what you can remember about how things used to be. I think that we should try to remember a bit.”
I took a little of the warm liquid and suddenly pulled back and looked at her face and said, “Mommy Brenda!”
She smiled and reached her right hand down across my stomach, to my crotch, and started gently stroking my penis.
I said, “I remember something! You used to take care of me. You read me stories and you even fed me like this. I mean, I had been told that you did, but now I sort of remember it.”
She said, “That’s right. I was your nurse from the day that you were born.”
I said, “And, I called you Mommy.”
She said, “That’s right, Baby. You called me Mommy.”
She pulled my head back to her breast and I took a few more sips as I snuggled into the warmth of her body.
I said, “I loved you. You were everything to me. You were my friend, and my Mommy. And you loved me and I loved you.”
She said, “Yes we did, Sweetie.”
I said, “And you used to let me see your body when I was older and was curious about it.”
She said, “Yes I did. We slept naked together many times until Irene found out about it.”
I said, “I said that you were my Mommy and that someday I would grow up and marry you.”
She said, “Don’t be embarrassed. That’s what we both wanted. It made me so happy that you loved me the way that I loved you. When I chose to stay to take care of you, to have Pops give me to you, I knew that I wanted to be your lover someday. Over the years, first when you were a baby, then as a boy, and then as a growing young man, I wanted to be not just your Mommy, but your wife, too. I wanted it from the first day, but I wanted it more and more as you grew up in my arms.”
I reached up and played with her right breast with my left hand and she said, “See? That’s OK. You can touch me,” and she continued to stroke my penis.
I said, “And, I remember that you taught me about sex. I mean, not that we had sex, but that you taught me what it was about and you showed me how our bodies were different…and you even helped me masturbate.”
She smiled and said, “Not as often as I would have liked. Sometimes in bed, or in the shower, we made love without penetration. We had to be so careful. I tried to get Clark to let me stay in your room, but Irene wouldn’t have it.”
I said, “You sucked on me once.”
She said, “A few times. But you were really afraid that Irene would find out and that I would be taken away from you.”
I was feeling very young now, as I remembered some of our past and I said, “Can I lick your pussy?”
She said, “Of course, Sweetie. Anything you want.”
I repositioned my head with Brenda’s leg over the top of my body and she handed me a pillow from the sofa. In this position, I was lying on my side between her legs and I could still look up and see her face as we talked. I put my tongue to her slit, and she stroked my hair with one hand and stroked my cock with the other.
I said, “Mommy, you have a nice pussy. It tastes nice. I like it.”
She laughed and said, “Oh you sweet boy. That’s such a nice thing to say. As long as we’re careful, you can lick Mommy Brenda’s pussy when you want to. You need to ask first, but I will always say yes. Remember, you can touch it too, but you have to be gentle with a girl’s tender parts. Someday you will have other girls and you need to treat them with love and always ask before you touch them. Sometimes they will tell you that they want you to touch them, mostly by how they act, and then it’s OK to just do it. I will teach you how to know when. But not till you are a bit more grown up. For now, you need to always ask first.”
I was licking her gently as I said, “I don’t want another girl. I only want you. I am going to marry you as soon as I get old enough. Or maybe we can be married as a secret.”
Brenda said, “Oh Sweetie, that would be so nice, and I want to marry you too, but don’t you want a nice big family like Pops has? With Grandma Honey and Buttercup and the others?”
I said, “No. I just want you and I want you to be my wife and my Mommy. And I want to live with you and I want to sleep with you every night and I want to do sex things like Pops and the Grandmas. My penis is big enough and I love you and I want to be married to you now.”
I sat up awkwardly, untangling myself from Brenda’s legs and tried to kiss her on the mouth. And she let me. I kissed her and she reciprocated. After a minute, I tried to move myself between her legs to force my cock against her, and she broke the kiss and pushed me away gently.
I said, “But why not? I love you. I’m a grown man and you are my wife and I am your husband and I want to be having sex with you.”
Brenda laughed and said, “Oh, you do, do you?”
I said, “I do. I’m the man of the house and I want to be married to you like you said we could. I proposed and you said yes and I gave you a ring and now you should be in my bed and I will tell Irene that I married you and that’s too bad.”
Brenda said earnestly, “Sweetie, no. You must never do that. If you do, she will do something horrible to me.”
I gasped as a memory came to me and I said, “Oh no! Brenda, it was my fault! I told her that I loved you and that I was going to marry you and that’s why she did what she did and why you lived like you did. It was all my fault. Oh no, I’m so sorry! Oh, I ruined everything!”
I was distraught, but Brenda just smiled and lay down on the floor on her back and spread her legs and looked up at me sweetly.
She said, “Baby, it’s OK. Mommy Brenda loves you and wants to be your wife now. Irene can’t hurt anyone anymore.”
I cried, “But I ruined it and I hurt you because I was selfish and I thought that I knew best.”
She said, “You thought that you were a man and could handle it. But you were only seventeen. And I know that you did it because you loved me, and that’s all. It all turned out fine. You are truly a very fine man now and I could never have thought that things would be as perfect as they are. It’s OK. There’s nothing to forgive. I was sad, but I was very proud of you for trying to stand up to her for my sake.”
She continued to lie on the carpet, completely naked and exposed. I just looked at her with a pleading look, not knowing what to do.
She smiled and said quietly, “Sweetie, I love you even more now than I ever did. Did you really remember all of that?”
I said, “Yeah. I remember a lot of being with you. I love you. I always loved you and you were my mom and I wanted to be your husband.”
She said, “And that was fine, because I never had anyone but you to be my husband. I wasn’t married to anyone else, and I was your mommy, but I didn’t give birth to you. I just loved you and raised you and waited for you to grow up and become the man that you are now. And I was a virgin until a few days ago when you brought me to life and broke my curse. I was right about the other girls, and you treat them wonderfully. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
I said, “Oh Brenda, what do I do now? I can’t fix what I did.”
She smiled again and said, “Of course you can. It’s easy.”
I said, “How? What do I do?”
Brenda said softly, “Sweet boy, come enjoy Mommy’s pussy and make me your Mommy Wife, like you always wanted to. Like I always wanted you to. I have waited almost a thousand years for my big strong boy to make love with Mommy the way that he wants to. Come give Mommy’s pussy your big man cock and tell me that you love me.”
I couldn’t believe my fortune; that she would still want me after what I had done to force her into the life that Irene had insisted on. But, I was also super horny now, because she did still love me. And beca
use of the memories of her with me as a child, and as I grew up, and the absolute commitment that I had felt, that someday I would make this beautiful woman, who was my adoring surrogate mom, my lover. She was right, it wasn’t really Oedipal. She wasn’t married to my dad. She wasn’t the one who gave birth to me. And she wasn’t anyone else’s wife. She was the woman who had breast fed me, changed my diapers, and taught me to read and write, but all of that was just because she was waiting for me to catch up. Now, we were the same age. She was actually about twenty years older, but that only meant that I was eight-hundred and forty and Brenda was eight-hundred and sixty three. But, except for chronologically, we were the same age in every other way. Well, maybe she was two years older than I was, because I was twenty five and she might be twenty seven, according to her looks. This was getting confusing; Brenda maybe looked like a very beautiful thirty two year old.
Oh to hell with it. Who cared? Yes I did want to finally make love to my pretty Mommy Wife and I needed to stop thinking about it and just do it.
I lay down on top of her and slid all the way in and Brenda pressed her hips upward to meet my thrust.
As I entered her, she said, “Oh Sweetie, that feels so good. I know that we have made love a few times since you brought me back from the dead, but this is a dream come true. Tonight, you are my boy who is finally ready to be my husband and my man. Mommy’s pussy was made for this and only this.”
I bent down and sucked hard at her breast and she cried out, “Oh yeah. Suck Mommy’s big titty hard. Oh Baby, yes! From now on Mommy’s body is yours whenever you want it. Oh, I’ve already had several blinding orgasms!”
I began thrusting deeply, sucking at one tit and playing with the nipple of the other with my hand.
Again Brenda cried loudly, “Oh yeah. That’s it Baby. Fuck Mommy hard and sweet. My body really was literally made for you to enjoy. Pops knew that someday your dad would have a son and that eventually you would be my master and my lover. He knew that Clark wouldn’t have me the way that Pops had Alice, but that I would be for his grandson. Oh, more like that! Yes like that! He said that it was fortunate when the time came that I loved you even as a newborn, and he was happy that I wanted to belong to you and become your wife someday. Oh that feels good. By the time that Clarice was made, I was already imprisoned and didn’t know what was going on, really. I’m glad that she was with you to do what I no longer could.”
I was getting close to climax now and rolled back onto my knees between Brenda’s legs. I put a hand to each of her breasts and squeezed gently. Brenda looked at me and after a tiny pause, she smiled. As I continued to squeeze her firmly, streams of her milk spurted into the air from each big nipple. It was erotic and I began to squeeze and release in a rhythm, shooting milk into the air to land in puddles on her stomach between us.
Brenda groaned and said, “Oh son, milk Mommy’s big tits and make her feel like a woman. Let me nourish you from my body with your big penis between my legs. My big husband can do anything to me now. Anytime, anywhere. I am your big booby Wife now and you can do whatever you want with me day and night. And morning and evening. From now on, I never want you to ask me. Now you are my husband, not my child, and now you do what you want and I do what you tell me!”
She was arousing herself more and more as she talked, and unlike the other girls, was perfectly capable of talking while continuing to have multiple orgasms. And then I realized that her lips hadn’t been moving during her most recent exclamations, but that she had been speaking through the ear-piece.
I was very close now, forcing myself to hold back.
I said, “Brenda, suck on my penis and make me come!”
I pulled back and sat quickly on the sofa as Brenda jumped to her knees and immediately shoved her mouth down over me. I held off for as long as I could, but finally grabbed her head with both hands and pumped my semen into her as she licked and sucked it from me.
I sat back against the cushions and Brenda started to pull off, but I said, “No, keep going. It feels nice. I wish that I hadn’t been afraid of it before. We could have been doing this every day.”
In my ear, Brenda said, “That’s a nice thought, but no, we couldn’t have. You don’t remember yet just how secretive we had to be and how seldom we were alone and able to do anything like this. Well, we didn’t do this, but you know what I mean. I do love this though.”
I said, “I want you to suck on me at least once every day. I want to make up for lost time. Do you really like it?”
She said, “I do. And you have to understand, that it isn’t my programming. My programming lets me do things, but there isn’t any of it that makes me feel a certain way. That’s all up to me to decide. And, yes, I get a nice sexual buzz sucking on your cock. It’s a good thing that you didn’t let me do it when you were younger. I would have been addicted and probably would have taken too many risks. Now that I know how much I really like it, I am going to want it a lot.”
When she sensed that maybe I was done, she climbed up and straddled my lap and said, “Baby, you made me really happy tonight. You are my wonderful big man and my husband now, like we always wanted. You made love to me a few days ago, but tonight you fulfilled our destiny. Are you ready to sleep?”
I said, “I guess so. I love you Brenda. I love you so much. Thank you for everything that you have done for me. And I’m sorry that I screwed everything up for us before it was time.”
Brenda stroked my hair and hugged me against herself and said, “Don’t ever think about that again. We did what we did and now it’s perfect. I love you and I will watch over you while you sleep.”
And then I heard the start of the music and I was asleep a second later.
Chapter 20 - Morning Routine
I woke up in bed in the middle of the eight girls. We were all huddled together in a mass of bodies. I was still naked, and so was Brenda, but the other girls wore their sheer white gowns. It was early, Monday, and it was time to get ready for work. We showered together and went up to eat the breakfast that the nymphs had already prepared for us.
Viola and I would go into the village this morning. The nymphs, and the minions that were completed, would work on the projects in the lab. Aspen and Lark were going to work with Paul and help at the farm. Raven, of course was staying at the house and planned to take the twins under her wing and get them acclimated to their new surroundings.
She said that they would have some work-clothes in appropriate sizes made as soon as they could. Last night, when the girls had put on their gowns, the hem of the shirts came to just below the bottom of their lovely butts; but on Willow and Bamboo, who were six-foot-two, and wearing gowns sized for women who were five-foot-seven, they stopped about six inches higher than that and hid absolutely nothing below their navels.
As for Clarice and Brenda, Clarice would come with Viola and I, and Brenda would oversee operations at the house in any way that was necessary. They reminded me that the minions were essentially just extensions of Clarice and Brenda and that Brenda’s physical presence wasn’t required, but Brenda wanted to stay. And, we hadn’t introduced the minions to the girls yet and planned to keep them out of sight for a little longer. I would probably introduce them this evening.
One of the carts took me, Viola, Aspen, Clarice, and Lark to the farm, and after saying good morning to Paul’s family, we left Aspen and Lark and headed to the cafe.
Lucy, the waitress, seated us at my reserved table on the street and hurried to bring us water and fruit. When Jonah came out to greet us, I showed him the tea that Clarice had concocted.
I said, “Jonah, my friend, I have a beverage that I would like you to try. Let me pour you a small glass. Sip this and tell me what you think. Is it a refreshing drink or some kind of bitter medicine?”
Jonah smiled and said, “I doubt that you have brought me medicine. Let me taste it.” He took a sip and squinted his eyes and then took another. He said, “It has mint, orange peel, basil,…” and he listed se
veral more flavors.
I said, “Jonah, I am amazed at your skill.”
Clarice said, “He’s right. There are a few more ingredients in very small amounts, but he has the main ones right.”
Jonah said, “Is has a strange mix of bitterness, subdued by a sweet taste in a way that makes it drinkable and exciting to the palette. Because you have combined it so well, the flavor is very complex. It has been my dream that someday I would taste what was called coffee and tea. This has some of the qualities described for those ancient beverages.”
I said, “I have had both coffee and tea, and this is very much like a good black tea. It has no actual tea leaves, but it is prepared in a similar way and has a similar taste.”
Jonah smiled and said, “And, are we to serve your tea at our cafe? It will be an acquired taste and I wouldn’t offer it to everyone who sits down at first, but for those who have started to ask about special meals and drinks, I could suggest that they try it.”
I said, “Could you do me a favor and heat some for us and let us drink it hot this morning?”
Jonah said, “Yes, of course. Not boiled, but heated. So that it is just too hot to gulp and must be sipped until it cools. A drink for the early morning and then to drink cooled in the afternoon. Splendid.”
Clarice said, “Joshua, shall I show our host how to make it? But perhaps he’s being polite. Forgive me.”
Jonah said, “Lady Clarice, I do try to be as polite as I’m able, but I do not have your grace or that of Lady Viola, and you bring me treasures with every visit. Your tea will be very popular as people learn about it and learn to drink it as a refined habit. I have a few things to prepare in the kitchen this morning, but I will have time soon where I would be honored to have you show me how this is made. I would ask what payment you expect in return, but I have learned that you will tell me what you want to.”
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