MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 22 (Predatory Sex)
The Predator
There we all were, sitting in the big living room in my house in Vail, the one
Uncle Bert had left me. It was the evening of December 23. I was in my easy
chair. Dad was on the couch with Mom next to him. Andy was on the floor beside
me but not between my legs since I wanted that space available. Her hand slipped
under my pants leg to stroke my bare calf. Mary was on the floor, leaning
against the wall. I knew she had taken that position so she could watch all our
faces. Abby, Betty and Cathy were perched here and there.
Everyone in the room had been programmed by Uncle Bert to accept instructions
from me. And, I had used my key phrase on all of them to prepare them for what
lay ahead.
Was I in control? No. In fact, I was apprehensive about what was going to
happen. Remember, Mary had said all the kittens had been programmed
identically, but I knew that was not correct. Uncle Bert had told me Mom was the
first person he programmed. I knew her programming was more complex because she
had been instructed to raise me in a certain manner. And, I knew Cathy had been
the source of disagreement between Uncle Bert and Dad, so I suspected something
was amiss there.
When I had asked Mary about their programming last night, she was unsure,
admitting she was not involved directly in the programming of my family members
but only non family members like Eve. Then, when I put each of them, my sisters
and mother, into their trances, I received verbal and nonverbal signs the
programming was having different effects on each of them.
So, what in the hell was going to happen?
Ping, ping, ping. I felt it. I tried not to look at Cathy but my eyes were
drawn to her like iron to a magnet. She was staring at me. A fine sweat had
erupted on her chin. Her tongue snaked out to lick away a droplet of sweat. I
took a deep breath. I swear I could smell her pussy juices.
The others were still, as if frozen in time, seemingly unaware of Cathy's
pinging, except Mary. She was staring at me, too, as if she were reading my
mind.
"Well, how was your flight?" I asked.
"It was wonderful," Mom began and the conversation moved to light, family
matters such as the neighborhood we lived in and things at work. Even Cathy's
pinging me stopped. We talked about Abby and Betty's grades and where Cathy
was going to college. Normal things. Until I asked an innocent question.
"Mom, what is Dad getting you for Christmas?"
Mom look startled, and her eyes locked onto Dad. Tension flooded from them.
"I already have your father's present," she said, never looking away from him.
"Show us, Mom. Come on," Abby chirped.
"Please, Mom," Betty chipped in.
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Of course you can, Mom. Show us your present," I said. I did not think about
it being a command to a kitten, but it was.
Mom's eyes moved around the room, looking at each one of us. Then, in one smooth
movement, she removed her big, bulky sweater, leaving herself naked to the
waist. We all stared at Mom's breasts which were big, high, firm, and,
amazingly, had a small, gold ring through each nipple.
"Breast implants," she said. "Your father got me breast implants for Christmas.
And, nipple rings."
That is the problem with inheriting kittens rather than making them kittens
yourself. I never knew how the programming was done, what exactly the words
were, what to expect in an unusual situation. But, that may be an excuse. I
knew Mom was programmed and the way I said it was an order. So, it was really my
doing as much as Uncle Bert's. I just did not think about it before I spoke.
Or, did I, reaching some subconscious decision?
Anyone would think that if a mother were to strip to the waist to show her
breasts to her children, someone would have been horrified. It was not a "Brady
Bunch" family-type incident.
"Mother, they are beautiful. May I feel?" Betty asked. Quickly, all three
daughters, and Andy were examining the implants in their human containers,
babbling away like it was a hen party. Dad just grinned. Mary was quiet, still
watching me.
"I wanted them so much. After nursing all of you and . . . " Mother was
explaining as if she were talking about a new dress purchased for a party.
"I think they are even prettier than mine," Cathy said. She pulled off her top
to reveal beautiful, picture-perfect breasts. Abby and Betty exchanged glances.
In unison, they were topless. Andy looked at me for permission. When I nodded
acquiescence, she joined the display. When I looked at Mary, she shook her head
no. I looked away, letting her make the decision.
I wish I could have been inside their brains, knowing what was happening as they
chirped and touched each other, five topless women who had never been topless in
front of each other before. A mother, three daughters and the son's sweetheart
all stripped to the waist, comparing breasts, talking about implants. Jerry
Springer would have a field day.
"What do you think, Davy? Who has the prettiest breasts?" Cathy asked the
question. As she spoke, the pinging started again and she was pinging me hard.
All of them turned to face me. They waited expectantly for my answer, five
lovely faces above ten lovely breasts.
Sweat broke out on my face. For an instant, my eyes unfocused as my head reeled.
Fortunately, I was trained as a scientist and Uncle Bert had programmed me to
think clearly and logically. But, that damned pinging and all those naked
breasts were making it difficult to concentrate. My cock was about to explode in
my pants.
I mumbled the appropriate words, saying they were all wonderful and so forth.
Suddenly, the pinging stopped. The conversation turned back to normal things
and they returned to their seats although all five of them stayed topless. Mary
refreshed the drinks and brought out more snacks. Betty helped her.
I bet Uncle Bert was looking down on us, laughing like crazy at my predicament
and hard as a rock from seeing his kittens bare breasted. I had to smile to
myself. I was glad I had talked my way out of selecting the prettiest pair. I
would have picked Andy but that would have hurt the others. Not a good
situation. Cathy was a very close second but the others were not far behind.
Mom was only forty, just four years older than my Mary. As I said, she always
had been asexual to me but seeing her now.... I know Dad looked happier than I
had ever seen him.
I felt the pinging again. Cathy was staring at me, transmitting enough sexual
energy to power Vail for a week. My cock was begging for her. My mind was
torn. It wanted Cathy, too, but it was consciously enjoying the family
interplay as subconsciously it worked on the problem of programming versus
natural instincts.
My cock won out. Do I detect a pattern here?
"Abby, what are you getting Dad for Christmas?" I asked, interrupting their
conversation.
"Oh, nothing special," she murmured.
"Betty?"
She did not answer.
"Why don't both of you give him something very special? Something a man would
really want." They knew what I meant. You could read it in their actions and in
the blush that started at their belly buttons and rose to cover them.
"Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea," Mom said. I am sure that was a direct
result of my programming her to make Dad the best fucked man in LA. Mom stood
and extended her hand to Dad, who stood by her. They started for the back
bedroom. The twins looked at me for instructions.
"Go. Fuck him long and hard," I said. Abby and Betty followed our parents to
the back.
I extended my hand to Cathy. With a slutty grin, she took it. As I led her into
the bedroom, I heard Andy and Mary walking behind us.
I told you Cathy pinged men, any man she wanted to target, just as she had been
pinging me. Comparing her to a nuclear attack submarine was appropriate. Cathy
was a predator. Uncle Bert had seen it from day one, I am sure. I had seen it
several years ago. If she saw a man she wanted, she went after him. Sexual
energy flowed from her like bullets.
I instructed Mary and Andy to undress and watch but not participate. Andy had a
sad expression, like a child being told you are taking her sister to the movies
but not her. She was not upset I was playing with another women. She was upset
she could not play, too. Mary had that same inscrutable expression as she began
to undress.
Cathy started to undress me. As you know, more than one woman has undressed me.
And, I have enjoyed more than one. Cathy was different. Mary or Andy or even
Eve were loving, soft, caring, funny, sexy, sensual, or a host of other positive
emotions when they stood opposite me, their fingers busy on my buttons. Looking
into Cathy's eyes were like looking into the eyes of a tiger. A hungry tiger.
In the wild, not the zoo. There was no cage to protect me. And, all the while
the pinging continued.
"God, I've wanted to fuck you since I was fourteen, big brother. Do you know how
many times I came home from a date and wanted to get in your bed?" My shirt was
off and she was undoing my belt. She was sweating profusely, making her slick
breasts slide across my bare chest. She ground her mouth into mine. My pants
fell to the floor. She tugged at my boxers.
"Come on, Davy! Take me!" she demanded, ripping off her slacks.
I fucked Cathy look and hard. She was magnificent, a well-oiled, well-made
fucking machine. I have never seen a woman sweat as much, soaking the sheets
under us. From the first stroke, she was intense, more intense then most women
get only when they are ready to climax. Her nails dug into my back, her heels
slammed against me like a jockey kicking on his horse. She orgasmed time and
time again, thrusting, arching, her eyes unfocused and wild. Cathy never closed
her eyes. Not once. They always were open, letting me see into her soul.
If I had not programmed myself not to ejaculate, I would have cum a dozen times.
She was that good.
The strange part was with each orgasm, she seemed to intensify even more, if
that was possible. She got no relief. She started to cry, tears of sexual
frustration flowing from her beautiful but swollen eyes. I stopped and pulled
out.
"No, damn you, no! Don't stop!" I slapped her across the face. Stunned, she
stared at me.
"Cathy, this is an order. An order. You will obey me. You will not orgasm again
until I give you permission. I will count down. Only when I say orgasm, will you
orgasm. Then, you will become totally relaxed and sleep until you are completely
rested."
Frantically, she shook her head affirmatively.
When I jammed into her again, she wrapped around me in desperation. I fucked
her, feeling her tighten, like a spring being twisted to the breaking point. I
felt the ache in my ass and legs where her heels were smashing into me, felt the
rip in my back where her nails cut me. She bit into my shoulder, driving her
teeth through my flesh, drawing blood.
"Five, four, three, two, one, orgasm!"
She screamed as her pussy locked on my cock. I exploded in her, in self defense
to keep from being crushed by the force of her pussy muscles. As she fainted, I
felt the hot liquid as her bladder released and she pissed on us.
As I rolled off her, Andy slipped between her splayed legs.
"Leave her alone, Andy," I said.
"Please, Davy. You are my man. No matter how many women you have, you are
always my only man. I want my man's cum. Please. Give me permission. I do not
ask much of you."
I gave permission. I heard Andy slurping happily as I passed out.
To be continued . . .
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