(Chapter 63.) Visit to Avon.
The international transporter center is large and the craft zoom in and out at breakneck speed. We will be in Avon in less than 4 hours.
Liam has worked with Avon on a goodwill mission and to resume the aborted trade delegation. We are going as a family. Mother and son and the grandchildren. They will make good visuals for the outside world to show Albion in a good light. Few people in Albion will get the news but this is a propaganda tour for international consumption apparently.
When Liam told me we were going to Avon it was a shock. He picked out some modesty garments for the trip. We can not be seen in Avon naked, it will reflect badly on our international image.
I am so excited to visit Liam's homeland and in the last few months of Liam's presidency, it makes sense.
The last 8 months have been hard. I see little of Liam. He works so hard and I feel somewhat lost during the day. I work out and am more or less back in shape. I weaned the boys off the tit milk but they still need a lot of care and attention. Taking care of three babies is hard work and they don't do much at that age. They are not great company. I love them with all my heart but I can't allow them to define me.
I have become a full-time breeder mother and it is really not for me. I don't know what is. I know I have help from the service breeder but it is all a bit dull. I can see why my mother turned to drink. Well almost.
We moved out of Sam's huge house and into a much smaller place. Liam has been 'liquidating Sam's assets,' he told me. He seems to have a lot of private meetings with Counsel Alderton and Senator Rolo. They talk in almost coded language till I leave the room and I wonder if this is the new Liam.
I ask Liam what he is up to and he says this is the last time that it is better if I don't know but I need to trust him.
Sam has adapted to his new life apparently, Sam took weeks to settle down. Now he is quite compliant, "needy" even. Is the word York uses. York who paid us a special visit, a surprise from Liam to make up for his neglect. I am not going to lie, York is a special treat. York is truly a great fuck, one of the best in Albion, I would guess. He ate me out and I came within seconds. I remember seeing the look on Liam's face.
"York wow! How the fuck did you do that." Liam said to York
York and I both replied in unison. "It is a gift." York with a shit-eating grin and me panting. We look at each other,laugh and hi-five.
I wonder if we are somehow related. He is dumb as a post, not very interesting, and nowhere near as sexy as Liam, but he is a great fuck. He is the bull I wanted to be.
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Mason is a little down. Greg has told him he is looking for another breeder pair. Greg knocked him up and then told him. Apparently, Greg is after variety. He told Mason that he will still see to his needs from time to time and when he has the baby he can go out without his cunt belt.
Mason was devastated. He kept saying how he thought Greg loved him and how he almost wished he had been shipped off to that Diljon place. I truly felt for Mason. Greg I guess is just taking care of his own needs, why wouldn't he? This place is built on disposable breeder cunt. Mason is just one of many.
I know when I used to think of Liam as my breeder bitch way back when I first met him. I spent those first few months thinking of him as my first breeder pair. It was only as the division approached I started to realize how wrong that felt even to a vain fucker like me. I wonder what I would have done in reality if Liam and I were in opposite roles. I hope I would have done the right thing by him. I honestly think I would. I know for certain I would now. I can't imagine anyone else really other than him as a partner.
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Thomas is on the other end of the spectrum. He is genuinely happy. He's having his third baby. Alderton is thinking about getting his cords cut. Apparently, it can be done. Thomas tells me that in hushed tones. They had a conversation about their future. Alderton didn't want Thomas to just be a baby factory and Thomas had confessed some relief.
A bull getting his cords cut is not the norm. In fact, he would have to go to a special clinic. However, it is reversible so if they change their minds later then they can talk. Alderton doesn't spend any time with his other breeder pairs but allows them to take lovers as long as it is all done discreetly. I think Alderton sounds like a good man trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Alderton seems to really care for Thomas and Little Brett. Little Brett is over two years old now. He is a little shit and has a real potty mouth now that he is speaking. That came from Thomas who thinks it is hilarious.
So when Little Brett started going on about "Mommy's pussy." I just thought it was a new part of his dictionary. I had jumped to the wrong conclusion because he was talking about Thomas's tit tattoo. Although a less potty-mouthed mother might have taught our child the word cat.
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I wasn't sure about taking our boys on a trip. They are only 8 and 7 months but Liam said they would be fine. Besides, it would make great headlines and visi images. Their Grandmother is the Prime Minister, a portrait of the united generations of two nations. It would be just what the two nations needed, especially after the problems with the trade delegation. It would heal rifts. Liam does talk funny sometimes.
I gave in because he seemed insistent and I didn't want to leave them. I may have hated having the twins but I love them with all my heart. And baby Richard holds a special place in my heart because I want to make sure he gets the love Angel can't give him.
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So 9 months into his presidency we are all aboard the presidential convoy. We have guards onboard our transporter and two other transporters with other dignitaries and more guards in the convoy. I am excited. I have never seen the sea, snow, or another country and I know these transporters go very high.
The transporter moves up at speed but is so smooth as it glides up and over the city. Albion looks so small and only gets smaller as we lift up into the sky. I see the Academy campus below us to the left, I see the edges of the city and then we move forward and the city disappears. We pass over towns, all of them seeming smaller as we move forward. We drift over mountains and deserts and then into clouds.
I can't see anything below and the feeling is surreal. As we float up in the sky there are only clouds below us. It really is quite thrilling.
The kids sleep mostly and I dress. Liam helps me into some undergarments that cover my pussy and ass. They wrap around my waist but they have no legs.
He puts a pad in them to soak up my leaking cunt and he wears pants that have a bulge in the front. I look at him and look down at the flat cloth that covers my cunt and his bulge squashed into his cloth garment.
I run my hands over my flatness and look at his bulge and I am not sure what is worse seeing his cock bare or like this, either way, our differences are accentuated.
He puts a pad into the back of his undergarment to soak up his butt juice.
He then picks up the strangest looking thing I ever saw and he tells me it is a tit holder. He puts my arm through some fabric and then another arm and my breasts rest in two cups which lifts up my tits and squashes them together.
I look at myself in the mirror. The tit holder gives me a great cleavage and as I move they don't flap around so much.
"Fuck I love this. Tit holder. Oh, I am wearing this when we get back," I say, shaking my tits and they move more with me than against me which isn't usually the case.
Liam laughs and I ask where his is. He laughs and I get it. "Oh yeah, tit holder. I should have guessed." I say blushing.
We dress in what seems to be a very short tunic with buttons that run up the front. They seem awfully fiddly and mine is tight everywhere. His isn't as tight.
"This hides my arms, Liam. I work fucking hard on them this is a dumb garment indeed." I say looking at us in the tops and the undergarments.
He hands me two small cloth items "Liam baby what the fuck are these?"
He crouches down and rolls them over my feet.
"These are socks. They stop the shoes from hurting your feet and soak up sweat."
"That is disgusting. Your country is somewhat backward in this regard. I am sorry, far better to let nature and lots of showers keep you fresh. My pussy is going to stink. My feet don't sweat either, that is dumb." He just chuckles.
"When we get there and you take them off you will find out just how much your feet sweat," He tells me.
"Rubbish," I reply.
He hands me a checkered cloth that he wraps around my waist and he wears one the same. Apparently, this is a kilt and it is the family tartan. I like this kilt, it is a fun garment, when I swirl around it lifts up which I find highly amusing. It makes me dizzy somewhat but it is fun.
We put bum wraps on the babies. He told me what they were but they looked like wrappers that cover them. Apparently in Avon kids sit in their own shit and filth until someone changes them. This really is barbaric. I don't like the idea of our babies sitting in their own filth for too long.
We put them in small clothes that have legs and arms and are all one garment. I ask why we can't just wear one thing and he smiles. He tries to explain but by now I am beyond caring. I feel so strange and almost foolish.
We eventually put on black shoes with strings on them which are the most ridiculous thing ever. Liam tries to tell me how the strings should tie but I just make him do mine. We are only here a fucking week. I am not learning how to tie strings to keep something on my feet that hurt and make my feet hot.
I feel the craft getting lower and the clouds clear. There below us is the biggest lake I have ever seen and Liam tells me it is the ocean. We've been flying over it for ages now.
It is vast, so much water I never quite saw anything like it. It goes on forever. The guards tell Liam we will be in Avon in 30 minutes.
We see land and buildings and mountains with snow like the immersion unit Hans showed me. We head in over the city and land down into the city. The buildings are mostly small, hardly any tall ones. A lot of them look old, I notice as we land at the transporter center.
Liam collects Richard and I pick up the twins and the guards escort us off the transporter.
The first thing I notice is the cold. This is not a warm place and I almost want more garments.
We are greeted by about 6 people and there is Hans. He has two guards on either side of him and they all wear different garments only one of them is wearing a kilt. Which surprises me. If you are going to wear garments then kilts are at least fun. They wear long items that cover each leg. They won't swirl.
I hear the sound of the other two presidential transporters landing.
Liam hugs his mother and I would if I wasn't holding two babies.
