MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 15 (MC, everything)
Learning From Mary
Something smooth and damp was rubbing my nose as I slept on my back. I was in
that groggy, disoriented state when you first awaken from a deep, sound sleep,
not knowing where you are or how you got there. When I tried to shake my head,
I could not. Something was on each side of it, trapping me. My eyes popped open
to see a hairless pussy close up. As my eyes focused, they traveled up the
smooth, tight muscles of a female stomach past large, firm breasts with erect
nipples to rest on a devilish grin below bright blue eyes.
"Good morning, sweetheart. Are you ready to get up?" Andy said impishly. She
wiggled backward, dragging her pussy from my mouth down my body, tantalizing me
all the way until it rested on my soft cock, where it gently rocked. She kissed
me hungrily, her breasts caressing my chest.
I smelled hot, fresh brewed coffee which is an addiction my father (Charles, not
Bert) gave to me many years ago at home, where we all started our day that way.
As Andy helped me sit up, Lisa knelt beside me. "Good morning, Davy," she
said, kissing me before handing me the mug. She licked her lips after tasting
Andy on my mouth and her eyes flicked to Andy, who winked at her.
As I sipped the coffee, they both started talking at once. Not nagging, talking
in an excited chatter about what we were going to do today. Can we ski? Can we
shop? That sort of thing. They were happy and delightful, like two morning
song birds serenading me.
When Mary called us to breakfast, I wrapped the mink rug around me like a king
with his royal robes before I lumbered into the breakfast room. The waffles were
steaming hot, the bacon crisp, the maple syrup thick and sweet. I ate like a
horse. Sex and high altitude both make me hungry. Living in Aspen with three
wild women made me ravenous.
We were in Aspen to complete part of the assignment from Uncle Bert, which was
to seduce and fuck ten women. Andy and Lisa were haranguing me, begging and
cajoling to let them go skiing. I wanted them out of the way so I could address
my assignment, so I agreed to their great joy.
Ski clothes, like all clothes for women, come in various kinds, styles and
materials. What Andy and Lisa wore were matching one piece jump suits in skin
tight lyrca spandex emphasizing their legs and asses. The jump suit front ended
under the breasts and straps from the front over the shoulders pushed the
breasts in. They looked like wet dreams clomping towards the lifts. Mary was
leaning against me, her arm around my waist. I held Mary's hand as we walked
back inside.
"You know what my assignment is?" I was standing in the kitchen, munching an
apple as she puttered.
"Yes. Ten women, three ways, photographed or into B&D."
"Mary, do you think swapping qualifies as a way to seduce women?"
"Of course." She gave me a slutty grin as she thrust one hip out. "Going to use
me as trade bait?"
"Would you like that?"
"Whatever you want is fine with me, Davy. You know that."
"Is that programming or your free choice?"
She smiled softly. "Both. Before I met Bert, I would fuck anyone I wanted
anytime I wanted and I wanted a lot. Bert controlled who I fucked, but let me
enjoy a lot. Funny though. After I met him, I was happy fucking only him. Now,
I am happy with you."
"How about Andy?"
"She is strongly programmed to be only for you. I...." She flinched, eyes wide
and startled, as if she had received a electrical shock. She stood without
speaking, staring at me.
"Conflict between programming and your will?" She said nothing and her
expression did not change. I was sure Uncle Bert had programmed her to not
reveal some information and to keep other information secret until some trigger
point was achieved. A good part of my frustration was not knowing all I wanted
to know. I decided to try a direct order.
"I order you to answer my question completely."
Her eyes blinked rapidly and her body relaxed. She gave me a wan little smile.
"Yes. I am in conflict."
"How?"
"Bert left me with free will. Some free will, anyway. He programmed me over
fifty times, adjusting the relationships in my mind." She put down the dish
cloth, walked to me and took my hands in hers.
"I am a mother, Andy's mother. Bert wanted to take that away from me. He was
afraid my maternal instincts would override my programming. I begged him to let
me be Andy's mother, to enjoy those special feelings a mother has for a
daughter. He told me he left those feelings in me."
"Mary, I order you to always tell me what you, as her mother, believe best for
Andy." Tears formed in her eyes, with one large drop escaping to run down her
lovely cheek.
"Thank you, Davy. I appreciate that more than you will ever know." She raised
up on tip toes to gentle kiss me on the lips.
"I would like to see her be only for you, Davy. That is what is best for her.
Her programming is too strong, particularly since it reinforces her own nature.
Having someone else would devastate her even more than an unprogrammed woman."
"That makes sense. I thought Andy was programmed that way. But, Mary, I am
surprised by the way you feel. I never thought of you as a mother, I guess.
And, I am surprised Uncle Bert programmed you the way he did. Why did he leave
you with these incongruities?"
"I asked him to leave that one. Others he left for his own purposes. When he
found a woman he wanted to program, he gave them the potion without them knowing
it. All but me. By accident, I found out he was programming women. When I
asked him if he had programmed me, he told me he had not, but that he planned to
do it. I loved him, Davy. I gave him permission. I willingly let him program
me, control me."
"It is not programming then."
"Yes, it is. Before, I would do anything he asked because I loved him and
wanted to please him. It became programming when I drank the chemical. Now, I
cannot change."
"Was Andy's programming the same?"
"No. She was programmed without her knowledge to belong to you only. Well, to
you and Bert, but he is dead, so it is just you now."
"The others?"
"Very simply, actually. He would tell them they would be totally obedient,
totally uninhibited sexually and have an uncontrollable desire to please him.
They were also programmed to respond the same way to you. And, their
programming is designed so the power to control them is transferrable to others,
men and women."
"Interesting. You mean I can tell one of these women she belongs to another man
and she was accept it?"
"Yes, if she has been programmed."
"How do I tell her?"
"I cannot reveal that now. It will be sometime later."
"Will you point out women to me that are programmed?"
"Yes." She gave me a wicked grin and leaned against me. "Not one of them will
fuck you as well as I do, but, if you want variety . . . "
"Oh, think you are the best?"
"Let me show you."
As we walked to the bedroom, my mind was reeling over what she had said. We
humans are such complex creatures. She confirmed the 3,000 kittens out there,
who would spread their legs on command, had received relatively simple
instructions when they were programmed. But, Mary's programming was obviously
quite complex. If nothing else, the complexity revealed how much Uncle Bert
really cared for her because it would have been so much easier to have made her
a robot.
And, Mary. She readily gave up control of her own sexuality and destiny but
fought to maintain her identity as Andy's mother. Strong instincts indeed. Only
those of us who are mothers, or will be mothers, can relate to Mary's turmoil.
That did not include me, but if I could live as another human being for a day, I
would want to be a mother, like Mary, just to know how it really feels. Now,
that would be another chemical I would like to have.
Without speaking, we undressed. She lay back on the bed, extending her arm to
me. When my knee touched the bed, she spread her legs in invitation. Sex is
always very good with Mary. It was even better this time since I knew a good
part of it was me and her, not me and chemicals. I let myself cum in her before
falling asleep beside her.
When Andy and Lisa came in from skiing, they stripped and crawled on the big bed
with us, crashing for a quick nap. I heard Andy whisper in my ear before she
lay down. "I love you, Davy."
About dark, rested and relaxed, the four of us headed out to explore the town.
Aspen, always full of interesting people, was wild with people everywhere since
this was the height of the busy season. Normally, I have no trouble making new
friends, particularly in a resort where everyone is happy and enthusiastic. With
three sexy women in tow, I had to fight off the people who wanted to know me.
As we bar-hopped, Andy disappeared, but, in a few minutes, I saw her coming with
two couples. I bought a round of drinks as we visited.
The girls were sorority sisters; the guys were their lucky, lucky boyfriends,
lucky because the girls were planning an orgy as part of pledge initiation. A
video was required as part of their ritual which fit nicely into my needs. No,
I will not name the school or the sorority. I do not want to overload them with
applicants. Anyway, I am sure this type of activity occurs at more than one
school and sorority.
I cut a deal. Lisa and Mary would participate in the orgy, Andy would run the
video equipment and I would pay for beer and food.
We were going to an orgy.
Mary took Lisa aside, carefully explaining what she expected of her, which, to
no surprise, was full, eager participation. It was like telling a dog to hump a
leg. Lisa was ready to go. I had been very surprised by Lisa. Since she let go
and surrendered to me, she had no inhibitions whatsoever if she was responding
to a command. I felt sad about all the time we wasted when we were younger and
not fucking. Oh, well. We would make it up, maybe tonight.
The sorority had rented an entire floor at a hostel. The big, party room had
only two couples in it when we arrived, but, quickly, people were flowing into
the room. I would explain what happened to you, but what can I tell you that
you do not already know. How many "she arched her back as she came" do you want
to read?
It was almost funny to see the boys eager acquiescent to my taking their
girlfriends in exchange for Lisa and Mary. I was almost detached in my
coupling. The most interesting part was the different ways the girls orgasmed,
how they felt and smelled and talked under me. Each was different, each
delightful. I was very grateful I had been programmed not to ejaculate, else I
would never have made it through the night.
As soon as I had my quota of ten, I told my women we were leaving. Mary and Lisa
were both enjoying themselves, but were ready to leave. Andy, of course, was
always happy complying with whatever I said. When we got out into the cold,
clean night air, I noticed Mary was not with us. In a minute, here she came with
a couple from the orgy.
"Dave, this is Jarred and Julie," she said with a knowing leer. "I have invited
them to come home with us." Sweet Mary. Always looking out for my best
(prurient) interests.
Jarred was about six four and a senior football player. Julie was eighteen and a
freshman. She was only five feet tall with long, flaming red hair, huge green
eyes and a Barbie doll figure. We all went to my house, grabbed some heavy
snacks and drinks and headed for the hot tub. I needed to rest. Fucking ten
women three ways is hard work. No! Really! Try it sometime!
We were all naked in the hot tub. As usual, Lisa was subdued, Mary sublime and
Andy warm and open. Jarred could not keep his eyes off my women, but I was
having trouble keeping my eyes off Julie, who had a secretive smile on her sexy
face and a magnificent body.
Mary brought up the subject of fantasies, enthralling us with a fantasy of
having sex in a glass elevator of a hotel. I knew that was not a fantasy since
she told me she had done that with Bert but it was a damn good story which made
us all hotter. As Mary wove her story of having sex with people glancing at the
rising elevator, Julie stared at me.
"What is your fantasy, Jarred?" Andy asked innocently.
"Two women at one time," he gasped out, staring at her breasts.
"Mary? Why don't you and Lisa take Jarred inside?" I said. They both grinned,
standing to pull Jarred to his feet. I swear I heard him whimper.
After they left, I asked Julie her favorite fantasy. She blushed but her eyes
never left mine.
"I want to be raped."
"Raped? Are you nuts?" Andy exclaimed. "Sex is too good for that. Anyway, who
wants to be hurt. Women get killed or injured being raped."
"I don't want a true rape. I mean I want to be taken while I struggle some, to
be forced to submit to a man, but he has to me a man of my choosing."
"Oh. Well, I understand that. I always surrender to Davy. Don't you surrender
to Jarred?"
"No. Jarred is too, oh, I don't know. Jarred is too familiar, I guess. Not
really knowing the man is part of it for me. You know, the thrill of the
unknown, the thrill of not being in control."
"Sounds dangerous to me."
Throughout this conversation, Julie's eyes never left mine. They were hot green
lasers boring into me. I would have thought a cock that had fucked eleven woman
that day would know when enough is enough. Mine was standing at attention, the
idea of taking this little doll making him eager in anticipation.
"Do you want me to take you, Julie?" She quivered but said nothing.
"Once I start, I do not stop." Again, no response. Andy was watching us
intently.
"Julie, if you wish to leave, do so before I count to ten. After that, I will
presume I have your acquiescence and I will take you. I will be in control
then. I will do what I want with you without regard for what you want."
She could have easily left. Her eyes searched my face, flicked to Andy, and
back to me. I counted to ten very slowly and she never moved.
To be continued . . .
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