I lay in bed listening to my oldest daughter having sex.
I knew her lover was enveloping her body in his powerful appendages, bringing her to orgasm again and again.
By the sounds coming from her room, one of the two long tentacle-cocks the young Twelve wielded was inside her now, powerfully fucking her.
J'onn, the son of M'rok, was an energetic young Twelve now Bonded to my daughter.
He visited Sara often, their love-making going long into the night.
I was vigorously rubbing my clit, two of my fingers rapidly slipping in and out of my wet pussy.
Imagining the powerful tentacles of my own lover holding me down as his writhing feelers plunged into my pussy again and again.
I heard/felt the almost imperceptible rumble of J'onn vocalizing and I knew he was orgasming now, one of his long writhing penises pumping silky, light-blue semen into my daughter.
I began cumming as well, an electric wave of pleasure rolling over me, a far cry from what my daughter was experiencing at this moment, but my own fingers bringing me to orgasm was better than nothing.
I was feeling frustrated, and a little jealous.
The next morning Sara could sense my frustration.
M'rok was the Twelve I was Bonded to, and I had not seen him for over two weeks.
"Mom, J'onn has given an invitation. You can join us any night you want." Sara said, pouring my coffee..
"Thank you Baby, but you're my daughter. I shared with Mary Ann, but that was different, I just don't see you that way. M'rok will visit me soon."
"According to J'onn, he's away on important concerns and it could be a while." Sara said..
On M'rok's last visit he revealed his upcoming absence, and I had dismissed his offer of a friend to visit me.
We were entwined together on the bed, still shivering from our orgasm when a sense of the impending long absence of my lover came to me.
M'rok was sad, if the Twelve ever are "sad" - maybe disappointed was a better word. I felt his concern for my happiness, and his projected longing for our coupling.
His image of me was a pale girl with long gold hair.
"Deep.longing/lovingGoldgirl/missing.time" is a close translation, but attempting to put his images into words is like a child trying to explain Physics.
The image was clear, and his offer genuine, but I didn't want another visitor, so I assured him I wasn't interested in another Twelve.
I had learned that there were some male Twelves that did not create the life-long Bond with a human female but simply came and went on their own terms. The woman they visited had taken a kind of Blue, but this formula, paired with the mental influence of a Twelve gave them a sort of hypnotic amnesia.
In their minds the sexual encounters they experienced with the visiting Twelve became nothing more than vivid, erotic dreams.
Some women believed they were hallucinating the encounters, experiencing a waking dream or simply going mad.
The practice was discouraged among the Twelve, but it was allowed. The free-wheeling visitors were viewed as thrill-seekers and sexual tourists, but most Twelves didn't concern themselves with humans.
Many of the Twelve considered visiting this realm unbefitting the species, and considered human females to be pets, or toys. Most Twelve were unconcerned with humans besides what could be gained in the manner of resources, minerals and the occasional exotic food.
M'rok's friend Te'all was one of these spirited Twelve. He could be described as a "playboy", visiting women that were interesting to him across the world and occasionally providing company to the Bonded mates of other Twelves.
T'eall was a big, very dark blue Twelve. The image/memory given to me by M'rok was still swimming in my brain. A short vivid memory in my mind of the big blue Twelve pleasuring a human female on a large bed, the woman shaking and crying out as she orgasmed.
M'rok said Te'all was an "expert/humanlover/Goldgirl /visit"
M'rok was offering an un-Bonded Twelve ladies man to me.
I told M'rok that this was very kind, but I didn't think I would be needing the services of Te'all.
M'rok had no word for jealousy, I simply was available for sex and he was not. If he could provide another Twelve to take his place and pleasure me, he found it logical and practical to do so. He genuinely wanted me to be happy, satisfied and well taken care of.
"Goldgirl wish fulfilled/as Goldgirl wishes" was his reply.
And he was gone.
I reassured my daughter Sara that sharing her mate wasn't necessary.
"I'm fine Baby.. You and J'onn don't need me interfering. I'm not sure I'd be comfortable in bed with you, Honey."
"Are J'onn and I married?" she asked.
Having been recently Bonded with J'onn, my daughter still had lots of questions.
"I would say you are, Baby. Not in the way we see it, but you're Bonded to him, emotionally, physically, intellectually. He's going to help provide for you, protect you and love you."
"When will I have a baby?" She asked
She knew of course that the sperm of a Twelve could not impregnate a human female.
"Not for a long time Baby. When my doctor says you're ready, and we have a perfect match for you. The sperm will come from a donor, and your daughter will make a wonderful mate for a Twelve one day.
"Do you and M'rok have good sex?"
"We do honey. It's the best I've ever had. The Bond connects your minds so you can anticipate each other's needs, it amplifies the sensations, the emotions.
"J'onn is the best. He makes me orgasm over and over."
"He gets great pleasure in that, Honey. He gets off on getting you off, I could say."
"Mom, were you ever with a man?" Victoria asked.
"No Honey, M'rok came to me when I was eighteen, and I was a virgin."
My daughter, like myself, would never be with a human male. The idea of a relationship with a man seemed a little laughable, like being offered a child's pedal car while sitting in a Porsche.
Both of my daughters were "test-tube babies", in-vitro fertilization by donors chosen specifically by my female doctor.
My fertility doc was also Bonded to a Twelve, for over thirty years.
"I have boys that like me, but it seems so weird."
