People keep asking when the next part will be finished and the answer is always 'when it's done, maybe never, since the story has no beginning nor end.' If you want me to write faster please send words of encouragement instead. Those usually inspire me to continue. Thank you & enjoy.
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After a while Olivia got tired of waiting, she would have dozed off if not for the residual adrenaline that was keeping her exhausted body from collapsing. She brazenly kicked open the closet door and strode into the room. Her first thought was to shout something rude, but her open mouth snapped shut when she noticed that Marcella was asleep. "Son of a bitch." She huffed, all that waiting for nothing. Glaring balefully she went around the side of the bed and bent down to study her mom's face.
Marcella looked peaceful enough, although the VR band was mildly disconcerting. Olivia grabbed a stray blanket and pulled it up over her mother's mostly naked body. She couldn't say why she did it really, it had just seemed like the right thing to do. Then she had a slightly wicked though. Moving her head so that their faces were neatly aligned and almost touching, she tried to fix her expression as best as she could remember to mimic the photo that was being displayed on her mom's VR band.
Reaching up with both hands she gently grasped it on either side of Marcella's head and then lifted it slowly until it came off with an elastic snap. "Wake up. Wake up." She murmured, setting aside the band and then playfully flicking her mother's ear lobes until she snorted and her eyes fluttered open. Olivia watched curiously as her mom took in her surroundings. "You shouldn't sleep in your VR band." She admonished smugly. Marcella's face began to redden, her memories clearly returning.
"Oh my god. You saw and heard everything, didn't you?" Marcella's question was so direct that Olivia was caught a little off guard. She just ended up nodding softly, her own face flushing when she thought about what that would undoubtedly mean to her mother. "Well, it's very late and we both have to work tomorrow. I can't imagine what you're thinking right now, but I hope it can wait until morning." Marcella blinked her eyes blearily, her tone pure pleading supplication.
Olivia nodded again, her mouth quirking, unable to resist one final parting dig she batted her eyes and leaned in closer. "Are you sure you don't want a goodnight kiss?" Marcella actually snorted, then chuckled ruefully. Honestly Olivia's feelings were a little hurt, she'd expected angry dismissal at the very least, not mirthful resignation. Her mom was underestimating her again, but it was no big deal, she would make her pay for it later. Olivia smiled sweetly.
Marcella turned over and away from her daughter, pulling the blankets up tightly around her neck. "Goodnight filha." She said, already sounding half asleep. Now it was Olivia's turn to snort. She went back to the closet and grabbed the pistol and the chair. Noisily she made her way out of her mother's bedroom and back into the kitchen. As tired as she was, she was too excited to sleep and also ravenously hungry. She ate three tamales and drank two full pints of the disgusting milk.
There was nothing left to do really so she went to her bedroom. Once inside she left the door open and started stripping off her clothes. It was careless but she was willing to bet that Marcella would sleep through the night. Standing in the cool evening air, caught in the ethereal glow of refracted moonlight she was suddenly repulsed by the sight of her dangling faux manhood. Scrabbling at the back for the tab she laboriously peeled the prosthesis off of her aching body.
It was quite painful to remove it quickly, but she barely cared, it was wonderful just to be back in her own skin. Panting and wincing she glanced down at her bareness, her absence, her dark skin was a bit red and sensitive where the bio-rubber had bonded. The probe had expanded a lot, it was easily half the size of the actual phallus, but already she could see it deflating now that it had been removed. What a nightmare contraption this thing was, she thought, shuddering as she dumped it disdainfully into an empty dresser drawer.
Then she smiled brightly, a happy memory surfacing, the moment she'd snatched Marcella's black panties out of her hand. Glancing down at her shorts on the floor, she bent over and fished around in the pockets until she found her latest prize. It was a mixed blessing though as the mere act of bending over caused a bunch of juice to come gushing out from between her legs. It ran sluggishly down her inner thighs, she grimaced at the unpleasant sensation, but then flushed when she realized that her mom would probably experience something similar in the morning.
She held the balled up underwear close to her face, unsure of exactly what she was doing. Her heartbeat began to quicken and her hand started shaking. Remembering her experience in the closet she smashed them against her nose and mouth, desperately trying to focus on the heady scent that made her crotch ache and her mind go blank. "Mom." She moaned, then "What's happening to me?" huffed hotly into the slippery material.
They were still pretty wet, as she pulled them away from her face she could feel the moistness left behind on her skin. Her heart wasn't racing anymore but her crotch had gone from aching to throbbing. A lot more juice had dripped down her legs, she wondered how there could be so much trapped inside her body. Stretching out the panties between her hands she suspended them in the air, they were so beautiful and adult looking, they made the iridescent ones Marcella had given her look childish.
"But you're mine now." She murmured, letting her fingers explore the sensual lacy bits around the waistband, soon she was spreading them open and holding them in front of her belly to peer inside. The black crotch was ineffable, like staring down into a well, it wasn't shiny like the rest. For the first time Olivia noticed that they didn't look overly large, in fact the size couldn't be very different from her own. Getting a sudden dirty thought that started her heart thumping all over again she lowered the panties towards the floor and stepped nervously into them.
She stood there for several seconds, hunched over the gauzy material tickling her ankles. She felt light-headed and worried that she might fall over. Was she really going to do this? Straightening up more for stability than anything she pulled Marcella's lingerie up her legs, stopping right at the tops of her thighs. The lace around the edges brushed seductively against her skin, they were a little tighter now but she could tell that they would almost certainly fit.
Olivia let out a little involuntary moan, causing her to blush furiously, why was this turning her on so much? Was it because they belonged to her mother, or was it because wearing them felt like a strange kind of dominance or ownership of Marcella. There was something so perverse and dirty about wearing her mom's lingerie, still she hesitated, feeling an incomprehensible terror with the cum-drenched crotch just centimeters away from her spasming cunt.
This was intimate in a way that the accidental 'sex' hadn't been. This was far more deliberate, if she did this, it would be impossible to deny that there was more to this little game than just getting her mother's attention. If she put on these panties, it would be a secret yet undeniably submissive act. It wasn't really that she was stealing her mom's lingerie to enjoy for herself, it was more like she was admitting that she wanted Marcella to possess a part of her, to control her somehow.
This was a difficult thing to accept, and she was not entirely sure if it was true. She stood there in the cool semi-darkness, fingers stiffly stretching the elastic band encircling her hips, keeping it just millimeters away from her skin. "Does it really matter?" She asked out-loud, although quietly. "Even if I'm wearing her panties, she still does what I tell her to do. She'll never know." The last statement seemed to steel her resolve, there was no arguing with that.
Almost without thinking Olivia tugged her mom's underwear tightly up to her waist. She shuddered at the sensation of the wet crotch squishing thickly into her vulva. She was already so juicy down there that it was impossible to tell what was what, but it didn't matter much since she already knew how wet her mother had been before Olivia demanded that she take her panties off. "I'm the reason you got so wet." She whispered, as if Marcella might hear her somehow.
The lingerie was extremely comfortable, aside from the obvious sticky mess between her legs. Unable to handle even one more minute of delirious excitement, Olivia crawled into bed like a snake slithering into a thicket. The covers were a mess but she didn't care, as long as they covered most of her body. She curled up like a cat and fought the urge to thrust a hand between her legs and masturbate. She consciously slowed her breathing, willing her body to relax, pleading with her buzzing crotch. Her eyes closed, somehow she fell asleep.
When Olivia awoke she felt a calm, contented, peacefulness that permeated her entire body, rays of hot brilliant sunshine pierced through the glass doors and warmed her flesh. She felt well rested and full of energy. The first thing she did was search for her phone. In a strange twist the second she brought the chat into focus she noticed that her mother was typing.
"I just woke up in a puddle. I probably should have told you before, but I'm pre-gen." This was no surprise to Olivia, but it was unexpected to see her mom admit it so easily, and quickly. Olivia had thought about it a lot when she was growing up and even more when she hit puberty. She used to ask her mom what it was like having a period and Marcella had always given her the same answer: "You should thank Deus and the state every day that you got the shot when you were still a baby."
The "shot" was a type of gene therapy that all girls were given before they turned five years old, it basically disabled the menstrual cycle and consequently prevented unwanted pregnancy. It was reversible but that required special permission from the state, a second "shot" and a lot of other legal nonsense that Olivia had never bothered to investigate. Ironically the program hadn't been going on for very long so there were still millions of older women considered "pre-gen". They hadn't had the shot, they still had periods, and most importantly they were still capable of getting pregnant.
