Thanks you for your various comments, which are much appreciated.
Please bear in mind that this 'series' is my first effort at writing for public consumption and I'm very much still a learner.
I can understand the thoughts of sticking to one genre but, perhaps because of my own preferences, I've opted to include both gay and incest stories.....perhaps I can do better in another 'embryo' series I'm working on!
I also accept that people (especially mothers!) almost certainly don't just leap into bed with their offspring – but I guess that, in order to reach the action, I've eliminated what I've considered to be rather boring build-ups. And while that may bring the action forward, it can make the stories that much less credible.
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I'm Mike – 6'2" – 170 pounds – 18 year old last summer. Light brown hair, blue eyes, moustache. I'm a fitness instructor, so I have to look and act the part. Once a loner, now a sex magnet, it seems! Lost half my little willie when I was 6 and had a donor organ grafted in place of mine last year. It's complete with a micro-computer in a sack to resemble a testicle and there are multiple electrodes from it to various parts of my genitals. Hence a bionic cock – complete with remote control!
Mum is adorable. Angela – Angie usually or Angel, as my dad calls her. She's 37 this year. 'Come-to-bed' eyes, 36D tits with nipples to die for, lovely hips, curvy bum and long slim legs. Had me at 19 but my sister was born when mum was only 16.
Dad – very much the same build as me – same hair, eyes and moustache too. Very fit through healthy living and eating. GSOH as the adverts say. He's a Sales Director and away from home too much.
Sis – Sharon – very edible!! Busty like mum but slimmer. Blue eyes like dad and me. 5'6" with never-ending legs. Three years older than me. Graphic designer by trade. Own home and car – very good catch for someone one day.
Part 5
It had been a quiet few days.
Dad was home for a day or two and then was off again on one of his regular trips.
Sis had just found herself a friend – not so much a boyfriend, more perhaps, a friend-with-benefits.
And mum had been busy with the garden and with a new part-time job she'd found. She didn't need to work, financially, but it kept her from getting bored, she said.
I lay on my bed wondering what to do. I'd got some time off in lieu of some overtime I'd done and I was taking a break. I lovingly and languidly rubbed my erection.
'I could easily stop you from getting bored' a part of me thought and I could swear that my computer was starting to take over my mind and body. My cock throbbed as if trying to nod his head in agreement and wept in sympathy.
'Get me off before we get up' my cock told me and I agreed that it would be a good thing to do, so I upped my wanking speed.
Soon the only sounds in my room were my somewhat rapid breathing and the slapping sound as my ball and its artificial counterpart, my computer-in-a-bag, thumped against my thigh on my down stroke. Intent only on coming, I kept up the rate of wanking and it wasn't long before those familiar feelings started to emanate from my core. They intensified, as did my rate of rubbing and in a minute or so, my cock stiffened and swelled and spat a big blob of cum up my chest, followed by several more jets of diminishing quantity. Finally there was just a dribble of cum on my hand. I stopped and lay there panting.....feeling satisfied.
'No I'm not,' I suddenly realised – that had been a real wet blanket wank – a mechanical wank that did no more than give me a bit of release. That wank definitely wasn't enough to satisfy my cock; I needed to come again. I reached for a tissue to clean up with and saw my remote control by the bed. It never left my side – I'd be lost without it!
'That's what I need', said my inner self, 'use the force!'
'Don't be so corny' I told myself, but the seed had been sown and I just had to pick the damn machine up.
'Use the computer' is more like it,' I thought, 'but what settings?'
Hmmmm – I'd just come so I'd need some more spunk, so a couple of pushes on that button.
I felt that I'd like more to hold onto, so I pressed 'up' on the D-pad.
And I'd need some more sensitivity, having already just come once.....not that I couldn't come several times in a row without a problem, so a quick double press on that button got things humming and brought my slightly wilting cock quickly back to cast iron stiffness.
Needless to say, the 'more spunk' button did nothing apart from give me a feeling of something swelling and throbbing 'down below'. The 'more sensitive' button seemed to have two or even three effects. If I wasn't erect, a push would soon raise things up – two pushes made my cock tingle and seem eager to achieve orgasm – and three pushes (or if you held the button down) and an orgasm was guaranteed – and a good strong one at that!
Now I could feel that my cock was very much ready for some more action.
'Up' on the D-pad made my cock lengthen and by holding 'up' I could achieve another 2" or so – perfect for a big wank. I made sure I held it 'up'!
I put the remote back on the bedside table and lay back. My computer-aided erection was in my hand and all things were ready to go. But I still wasn't ready. I wasn't in the mood...... I lay back and felt deflated – even if my cock remained inflated.
'Fuck it, now what?' I thought.
"Idiot!" I said to myself, mentally smacking my forehead – "remote – mood control."
I picked the remote up again. 'Hmmm – hetero or gay?' I wondered, then realised that my next opportunity for some sex might be with Paul, so I chose gay and pressed and held down the button. I put the remote back and lay down again.
I grasped my still swollen cock and now, after a momentary flutter somewhere inside me, I was ready! But first I just had to take a good look at my penis. And I was suddenly in love with it – I was in love with me, totally. I caressed my body with my free hand. I smoothed my almost hairless pecs and tweaked my now sensitive nipples. I ran my hand down across my belly and massaged my abdomen. I slid my hand around behind me and grasped a buttock firmly. I squeezed it and pulled it to one side so my fingers could close in on my arsehole. I ran a finger around my hole, feeling the area pucker as I did so. I tried to push a finger inside me but it was too dry, but I knew that I'd be back. Then I changed sides and brought my other hand to my penis as well and held it in a double fisted grip – more just so that I could revel in the extra length.....because, now, even with two hands round my shaft, the knob still stuck out above my hands.
"Impressive" I said to myself, with a smirk, "you look so good I could kiss you. I could eat you!"
'Well, why don't you then?' said another voice from inside me. Fair comment – why didn't I at least try? I sat up and leaned forward. I pulled my cock up towards my mouth and stretched my lips out for all the world like a chimpanzee and with some straining I was able to reach out until my lips made contact with the end of my cock. A bit more effort and I could swipe my tongue over my knob! Oh, wow! This was different; totally different!
I unwound and got off the bed. I ran through a series of limbering and stretching exercises that I often recommended for my clients, (although not with this kind of activity in mind!), concentrating on loosening up the spine and ten minutes later I just knew I could do it.....
