Another story from the matriarchal planet Fornax.
Ms. Nicole Marie Farmington, of the 'banking Farmingtons' has decided to take a husband. Her PA, Ms. Clockworth, has arranged for her to meet several appropriate families with prospective sons of marriageable age.
Nicole has dated several young men. Pretty, sexy men. Some great fucks. But they were not introduced by their mothers, so hardly husband material.
Nicole is one sixty five cm. tall. About average height for a woman. Her strawberry blond hair just caresses her shoulders. At thirty seven her body is voluptuous and fit.
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"So, dear, going for our first introduction are we?"
"Yes Mother. Carol told you, did she?"
"Of course. You know she can't keep a secret from me." Warm laugh.
"How's her pregnancy progressing? I haven't seen her maid for weeks."
"Just fine dear. After all, this is the third baby Jill has carried to term for her. I just hope it's a girl this time."
"Second husband's the charm!"
"Yes. And she tells me both her husbands get along just like brothers, so one big happy family."
"Well, that's sweet. Must run. Need to get ready for my big date. Kiss."
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They met me at their door. No servants?
Nice looking parents. The boy was almost as tall as me. As we talked, it was obvious he knew how pretty he was. My first thought? 'Arrogant little cock'.
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My second date was Martin. Nice looking. Not a drop dead beauty. Average height, One forty five or so tall. Youthful looking. If I hadn't met his family through a debutante agent, I'd have thought he was underage.
A bit shy. I managed to pull him out of his shell, though. Well versed in music and literature.
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My third date was a daddy's boy. Completely subservient. I don't think a single independent thought will ever wrinkle his pretty brow. He'll make some old lady a perfect trophy cock. Dress him up in sexy clothes, show him off at the club, then take him home and fuck his tiny brain out every night.
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"I think I've found the one, mother."
We talked it over. Then mother invited the Greenments over for dinner and 'get to know you.'
Martin looked lovely in a white silk shirt with blue fur collar and fur epaulets. His slacks were light blue. On his feet were block heel loafers. His makeup was subtle, and he wore no lipstick.
Mother was impressed, and his family belongs to the same club we do. Both our fathers support the same flingball team. Another thing they have in common. Like mother, Martin's mother is old fashion enough to believe in having only one husband. She and I think it's only a matter of time before my sister goes for the legal limit of three.
After dinner, as our parents talked I took Martin for a walk in the garden. We sat together on a bench and talked. There was a gentle breeze. The two moons were in recession.
"So, Martin, have you ever kissed a girl?"
Blush. "Just my cousin Mariline when we were fifteen."
I stroked his cheek, then gently kissed his lips. Then again.
"You're a very good kisser, dear."
"Um, thank you Ms. Nicole." More blushing.
"Sweetie, since we're going to be married you really should drop the 'Ms.'."
Pretty smile. His eyes lit up. "You think so? I mean you think they'll come to an agreement"
"Oh, I'm sure if we give them another half hour they'll have settled on a dowry. You do want to marry me? Don't you? If not I won't force you."
"I want to. Of course I want to marry you."
I felt his crotch as we kissed some more. Good, he wore a chastity device. He'd be a virgin on our wedding night.
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"So, mother? What do you think?"
