Message-ID: <21754asstr$945036601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: george@womenofdesire.zzn.com Subject: {ASSM} Perfect Bodies 16 (TG, incest) Lines: 286 X-Original-Message-ID: <830h5e$hlt$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Dec 12 16:06:08 1999 GMT Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 17:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman, apuleius Perfect Bodies Part 16 of 20 For mature adults only. The other chapters (with photo illustrations) are available at http://www.sapphireplace.com/perfect NEW BEGINNING Two weeks later, Denise came home from a shopping trip and found a note from his Mommy on the kitchen table. It read, "Denise -- my transformation is complete! Come to my bedroom so I can show you! Love, Mom." For the past two weeks Anne had locked herself in her bedroom as the serum reworked her body. Jack brought her food, but Anne never let him see much. Jack spent his nights with Denise. Denise was dying of curiosity and he hurried up the stairs to his Mommy's bedroom. Anne hadn't been an ugly woman, but she was no beauty either. She was almost six feet tall, with mousy brown hair, slim build and little in the way of feminine curves. She had never really needed a bra in her life. "Plain" and "gawky" would best describe Anne before her transformation. Denise rushed to his Mommy's door and knocked, "Mommy, can I come in?" "Yes, honey, come on in." Denise opened the door and found Anne kneeling on her bed. She was shrugging a blue denim shirt off her pretty little shoulders. Denise was stunned. "Mommy! You're gorgeous!" Anne smiled, "I'm glad you like it." The new Anne was small, only five foot one inch. She had a gorgeous baby face. Golden blonde hair settled on her shoulders and on her big boobs. Denise quickly estimated that his Mommy's boobs were D-cups that rivaled his own in volume. On Anne's petite frame the big knockers were startling. Her waist was tiny and her legs were sleekly muscled. She appeared to be a very well endowed 16 year old. "Has Daddy seen you yet?" "Not yet. I wanted you to be the first." Anne gave Denise a predatory grin and patted the bed, "Come sit by me; I want to talk." Denise happily bounced onto the bed. Anne asked, "Denise, you still like girls, don't you? I mean, your father hasn't completely switched you to men has he?" Denise giggled, "Gee, Mommy, what a question!" Anne waited. Denise blushed and answered, "I love getting fucked by Daddy, but he's the only boy I'd want to do it with. There are lots of girls I'd like to be with." "What about me?" Anne asked as she slowly pulled down her transparent white bra. "Would you like to make love to me?" Denise reached out and touched Anne's nipples with his fingers. "God, Mommy. I want you sooo much." "Call me Annie, honey," Anne said. "I'm your lover not your Mommy, and Anne is a little too serious of a name for a sexy little blonde like me, don't you think?" As Denise leaned in close he spoke, his beautiful feminine voice pitched unusually low but thunderous to his mother's ears... "Has Annie been a naughty little girl?" Annie froze. Her knees almost buckled as she heard the words that had ruled her since her youth. In her mind she became eleven years old again, although the ritual went back further than that ... back to before she could even remember. The particular time that her mind was reliving she had been ordered into her father's dark, paneled study, and from behind her back as he closed the door, her father had spoken the same words her son spoke now. There had never been more than one acceptable answer then. She could not keep from repeating it dutifully now. "Y-y-yes, I've been a naughty girl." Denise walked around her and sat at the bottom of the bed. He was attempting to keep his demeanor severe, but there was a hint of awe in his eyes - awe that it had been so easy: that the simple question he had uttered had changed the female in front of him from a confident adult to a humble child with stooped shoulders and downcast eyes. She knew her part in this, and was completely conditioned to play it, but she ventured one query outside the script. She had to know. "Did Jack tell you about this while I was gone?" Her voice was soft, timorous. Her husband was the only other person who knew, who understood. "Daddy explained enough so that I could take over for him and for Grandpa. But no more of that. What naughty things has Annie done?" Sometimes her Daddy had known something she had done. In that case, she had better confess it, or be punished until she did, then get a double dose for not admitting it immediately. Often she didn't know of anything bad she had done. If she made up something really naughty the punishment could be severe. But if she made up something fairly innocent he might keep pumping her for more. Once she had 'confessed' to a whole list of sins, and he had merely patted her head and told her that she hadn't been too bad and skipped to the part after the queerly exciting pain. She had tried to be especially pleasing to him that evening, but had felt a peculiar hollow feeling as if she had somehow not met his expectations. In this case she didn't have to think long. "I told you we could... do s- s-sex things together. And that's very naughty." "Should you be punished?" His smile was almost evil. He knew now she was his helpless slave. "Yes." "I'm waiting." He had learned the lines well. The ritual called for her to bare herself from the waist down. Fortunately she only had thin panties on now. She slowly pushed them down her legs. She stood humbly, fuzzy pubic triangle on display in front of her son. As she stared down at it, she saw that it glistened with her need. "Over my lap." He picked a corner of the bed and sat so that the width of the bed was on his left. She moved around and lay across him, feet on the floor, thighs and pelvis across his lap, upper torso and head on the bed. Automatically she assumed the posture dictated by her father long ago. She locked her knees and spread her legs. This served to arch her back and present her soft ripe rump slightly in the air. It also opened her, exposing her two most personal orifices to the spanker's eye. "Wow!" Denise exclaimed. His hands stroked the soft, yet firm flesh. He ran a finger of his left hand from her coccyx down the crack to the dark asterisk of her anus. Her pelvis shrank from him briefly as she gave an almost inaudible bleat, then slowly rose back up to contact his exploring digit. From her childhood on her sexuality had been centered in her rear. The touches, the spankings, the ... rest. Her father's touch, her husband's, her son's all left her flushed and panting. Denise left that finger in place, tickling and teasing, and slid his other hand down onto the backs of her thighs, then up their inner surfaces. When he reached her slightly opened outer labia, all his pretty mother did was shudder in surrender. "Annie, you're really wet. You must really get off on being punished." Her hips rolled and bucked as her son's fingers found her clitoris. "Daddy told me you'd get off on being a slave, and I can see he was right!" He held his fingers, moistened from her rut, in front of her nose. "Well, naughty girl, I guess you're waiting for your spanking." His hands left off their investigations. Immediately she sensed the familiar air movement, the slight whoosh of a spanking hand, and her left buttock resounded with his first hard slap. And hard it was! Denise had a girl's body but it seemed to sting worse than the spanks she had received from large muscular men. Denise had been given a lot of advice by his daddy. He had learned that a 'Master' should never let up, never be gentle thinking about the soft, vulnerable flesh in front of him. He had to convince this woman lying across his lap that he was a Man. Then she truly would be his. The slaps slammed down in measured cadence, back and forth from cheek to cheek. He stopped after fifteen, his hand stinging, her ass crimsoned. Next time he must remember to make his mother keep count. She sighed with relief as his hands went back to their soft caresses. She hurt with stinging pain and knew her asscheeks were fiery red, but thought that it wasn't too bad. To her excitement the thought ran through her mind: 'Now he will fuck me, he'll scratch his rosy-assed mommy's horny itch.' She staggered to her feet. Meanwhile, Denise had also begun stripping. "Spread your legs and play with your naughty cunt while I finish undressing, Annie, I want you nice and juicy for our first fuck." Annie's legs automatically drew apart and her fingers attacked her clit. The fire on her backside and thighs had spread to her crotch as it always did. But the phrase 'first fuck' rang in her head. Yes, she wanted to, needed to have sex. Her body cried out for satisfaction. Denise finished undressing and flopped on the bed on his back, his pulsing erect cock rising at an angle toward his chest. "Are you ready, Annie? Is your little pussy ready to swallow my prick? Are you a horny bitch?" "Yes, Denise." She moved toward the bed. "Wait a minute. Yes, What?" He idly stroked his balls and tits. She stopped and took a deep breath. "Yes, Denise. This little slave is ready. My little pussy is ready to swallow your prick. I-I-I'm a h-h- horny bitch." Her use of the vulgar language toward her son sent a spear of excitement - through her, while causing Denise to giggle in adolescent glee. "Good. Now come up here and slide that cunt down on my cock. You can do all the work, and you had better be good." His grin was wide. He was almost laughing. "Daddy says you screw better than a thousand dollar whore." She quickly climbed up on the bed over him. He was forcing her to initiate the action... to fuck him. But he was also being kind. She knew from experience how much it would hurt if she were on her back with her sore buns pressed into the bed. As she looked down on his slim, almost hairless body, she couldn't help lowering her head to give his hard organ a quick kiss. She knelt upright with one knee on either side of his boobs. Reaching back, she took his sensitive cock gently in her hand and lowered herself backwards toward it. When she had fitted it between her nether lips, she took her hand away and leaned forward with arms outstretched and hands on the mattress just behind his head. She lowered her head, crushed her tits against his, and brushed his open lips with hers. Then bit by bit she pushed her tongue slowly into his mouth as her hips descended and his cock pressed into her tight wet cunny. His groan of pleasure almost rose to a scream as she oh so gradually engulfed him completely and her tongue danced hotly against his. She was filled for the first time in days and wanted to rut with abandon, but knew that she must go slowly. Her body was now pressed against him, her pebble-hard nipples drilling into his equally hard pair. She kept her pelvis perfectly still and locked to his as she taught him the delicacies of deep kissing. As she held him tightly inside her, he reached his arms around her. At first he was content to hug her firmly to him, but after a few minutes his hands descended down her back to her bruised and sore buttocks. He was not gentle, squeezing and pulling at the warm, spongy mounds. The pain approached that of the spanking itself, but her initial gasp changed quickly to a keening hum of passion. Finally she rose up to almost a sitting position, but still leaning forward so that her breasts filled his vision. Inch by inch, with agonizing slowness, she lifted herself up from his belly, the muscles in her cunt alternately clasping and releasing as they gradually let go of his rock-hard cock. When only the purpled head remained within, she stopped and stared down at him. After what seemed an eternity she slammed herself down lodging him all the way to her cervix. He dug his fingers into her bruised ass-flesh, pulling her away until his boiling prick almost left her clinging labia, then pressing her down onto him with such force that the bed bounced and shook. Again and again they slammed together then bounced apart, faster and faster until her hum became a soundless scream and her facial muscles contorted with pain, pleasure, and that indescribable merging of the two which is the slave's orgasm. He watched her passion, amazed and aroused, until his own erupted soon after her peak. His gonads contracted then spewed upward his own completion through his swollen cock and into the depths of the womb from which he was born. They collapsed, panting and spent. Denise laid on his side, his body spooned around Annie's sleeping form, and he held the smaller girl securely in his arms. After an hour of sound slumber, Annie awoke and rubbed her asscheeks against Denise's prick. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepyhead." "Mmmm," purred Annie as she stretched her sore body, "that was amazing. This body is just made for sex." "I noticed that," agreed Denise. Annie punched his arm with her tiny fist. "Is Jack home yet?" she asked. "Yeah. I heard him and Debbie humping like bunnies in my room a little while ago." "I'm glad they get along so well," Annie said. "Me too. You know, it's funny. For years I had a huge crush on Debbie, but now that I've had her, I'm really happy that she and Daddy are getting together. They make a cute couple." Denise paused for a moment, then asked, "Does that make you jealous, Mommy?" Annie turned in Denise's arms to face him. "No, honey, it really doesn't. Denise," Annie asked, "do you know why I wanted you to be the first to make love to this new body? I want to do everything I couldn't do with my old body. And I fucked Jack with my old body. Even with his new body I've been there and done that. I want a new life." "Y-you're leaving Daddy?" "For a little while. We both need time to have some fun with our new bodies. And I think he and Debbie need some time alone." "W-what about me?" Denise asked, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "Wwweeellllll," Annie said as she cuddled against his big boobs, "I was hoping that I could be your girlfriend and you would take me traveling around the country. We could meet new people and have lots of glorious sex." Denise smiled and pinned Annie to the bed. "Sounds good to me, slave- girl. When do we leave?" "I'm ready anytime you are, lover," Annie replied as she spread her legs. The two perfect bodies clenched together and fucked again like crazed minks. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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