The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Later that evening in her bedroom, Beverly looked at Amber, “So, when did you actually start to purr?“

“I think just at dinner. I didn’t know I could do that! Some of the sounds I’ve been making have been, um, unexpected? I mean, I hear them and then realize that they came from me. They’re all cat noises, I think. I keep feeling an impulse to make some sort of noises, kind of out of the blue.” answered Amber, looking a bit nervous.

“So, you just purred without meaning to? It just happened?” probed Beverly.

“Yeah.” Amber sighed.

“Hmm,” said Beverly, thoughtfully. “It will be interesting to watch you, dear one. Did you expect the orgasm at dinner?”

“No! Not at all! I was happy to get the collar, but when you put it on me, wow! Is that supposed to happen?” asked Amber.

“I have no idea, my dear,” said Beverly, touching the amber stone and choker. “Did you mean to call it a collar?”

“Um, that’s what it is, isn’t it?”

“Most women would call it a choker, even a neckband, but if you want to call it a collar, then that’s what it is, I guess. Sounds kind of BDSM, I think. Are you into that?”

“Uh, no, thank you! I had to spank a couple of johns and belittle them to get them off, but I don’t think there’s any part of me that wants to play that kind of game myself!”

“Maybe it’s just part of the cat-thing.”

“I think so. I think it’s a pet cat thing. I think I belong to you, sort of. God, I just got wet! I mean, not like a pet dog or slave or anything, more like a cat and their human.” She looked at Beverly, “This is kind of scary. I’m having feelings I’ve never had before. I’m having thoughts I never had before. Part of me is nervous and afraid, and another part of me is telling me it’s all okay, it’s right. Am I going crazy?“

“No, dear. These are the feelings that most of us have had when we first come here, or entered an arrangement with Mason. I should say, we’ve all wondered if we were going crazy! Your, ah, shall we call them symptoms? are particular to you. Anyway, we’ll help you through the transition as best we can. You will be okay. Just make sure you let us know what you want or you don’t want, and we’ll do our best to provide or avoid those things. Do you want to take the collar off? We can give it back to Mason, and after a while you probably won’t notice it’s gone or miss it.“

“No!” yelled Amber, clutching at the collar like she might have clutched at her panties in junior high if someone suggested she take them off and give them up. She took a breath and said, “No, I’ll keep it! I love it! It’s the first gift anyone has given me in a long, long time.“

“Okay, dear! I didn’t mean to scare you!” reassured Beverly.

“I know. I’m sorry I yelled,” said Amber. “I just suddenly felt like you were going away, leaving me.”

“No, no! Nothing like that!” soothed Beverly, embracing the suddenly lost-looking young woman. She looked at Amber with a reassuring smile, and then hugged her again, thinking. She wondered how long Amber had been without her mother, and if she, Beverly, had accidentally stepped into that role. She wondered if she hadn’t stepped into it all that accidentally. She had taken to Amber from the outset, and she reminded her a bit of her daughter before the change. She realized that Amber fit many of her needs, and she suspected that she fit many of Amber’s needs, herself.

She probably would have gotten a pet cat if Jim and Julie had gone off to school and if the accident hadn’t happened and her husband was gone or still working. She just wouldn’t be having sex with the cat, or, probably, anyone for that matter. Things were different now, though. She realized she had taken on the responsibility for a fragile young woman who needed love and care and direction in growing up. With a cat-girl fetish. She gave a low laugh in a reassuring tone and told Amber, “You’re just fine! I’m not leaving you,” knowing to what she was committing.

Amber burst into tears, heavy wracking sobs shaking her small frame. Beverly held her close as she cried, making the soothing sounds every mother makes when holding a crying child. “Shhh, it’s okay, dear. You are safe. It’s okay!” After a time, the sobs subsided, and Amber tucked her head under Beverly’s chin, rubbing her forehead against her neck. Another cat thing, thought Beverly. Amber said, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure where that came from. Well, maybe I do. I’m sorry, I think I just need a friend. It’s been so long....“

“I think I understand, dear. And it’s okay,” said Beverly, and she bent down to kiss Amber’s head. “You’ve been through a lot, and have been betrayed deeply by people you have trusted. Your father, that pimp... you’re whole life feels like it’s up in the air right now, and, well, it is. You’re going through some major changes in every facet of your life. It’s okay. We’ll help. I’ll help. It’s been less than 48 hours since your world got turned on its ear. We’re going to make sure you land on your feet.” Then Beverly said, chuckling, “Like any good kitty!“

Amber both stiffened and relaxed in Beverly’s arms, as the thrill connected with those words ran through her, and pleasure arced from her pussy up her spine. Beverly took a moment, enjoying the feeling of the young woman in her arms. She then straightened and said, “One of the things we’re going to work towards is getting you into school. Did you graduate high school?”

Amber looked down and said, “Um, no. I dropped out when I had to run away from home.”

Beverly kept holding her as she said, “I understand. It is hard to do homework when you’re worried about where your next meal is coming from or how to stay warm, right?”

Amber nodded. Beverly continued, “Okay, so we’re going to need to get a tutor for you, after your three months are up! I don’t think you’ll be able to focus on education when all you can think about is sex!” They both laughed. “Now, will we want to hire one in or send you out? We’ll have to think about that. If we hire one in, it’s likely that they’ll wind up being too focused on sex to be able to teach anything other than a very interesting form of Sex Ed, and you might wind up being the teacher at that point!“

Amber laughed, and Beverly said, “Well, we’ll worry more about that when the time comes. But you will at least need to get a high school diploma,” she said in a no-nonsense mother voice. “We’ll go on from there. You will have friends and support for your choices. You are no longer alone.”

Amber looked up at Beverly and smiled. Lord DeGraves... Mason... said that I could work towards becoming a vet. Actually he said I would become a vet, but that I’d earn it with hard work.“

Beverly said, “Well, Mason says things like that, but you choose what you want to do. If you choose that, and work for it and earn it, I have no doubt you’d make a great veterinarian.”

“Oh, I want that! I love helping animals!” exclaimed Amber.

“Well, then, we will do our best to help you get there, to achieve that.”

“What is this place? How is it possible that I could one day achieve a dream that yesterday was impossible? What did I do?” asked Amber.

“You were the right person, in the right place, at the right time,” said Beverly. “As Jim told you the other day, you are special. I will also tell you, you are lucky, with qualifications. Another couple of weeks, or a different part of the country, you might have been sold by that evil bastard into real slavery. If you were a different person, you might have made different choices, like running back to him, or becoming a junkie turning tricks for a fix. So, it isn’t just that you’re special, you’re also lucky. We can’t save the whole world, or give everyone a second chance.“

“I see,” said Amber. “So it’s kind of like winning the lottery? If I had done that I could have gone back to school and eventually become a vet if I’d gotten away from T Rad?”

“Well, sort of. You chose to take Mason’s bargain, so there’s a lot more kinky sex involved but you also have people to support you in your efforts.”

“Okay, I think I can handle that. It’s me, and luck, and my choices, and my hard work to get where I want to go. Right?”

“Exactly!” confirmed Beverly.

“Okay,” Amber said, then cocked her head and said, “Can we go visit Julie?”

“Certainly!” said Beverly, “Let’s go!”

They found Julie in her bedroom, watching a recap of the launch of the Space Shuttle Discovery. She had taken Jamie down to the nursery to put him to bed, and was laying on her bed watching the television with interest. She clapped with glee when the announcer mentioned that Judith Resnick was the second woman in space, following in the footsteps of Sally Ride. The newscaster announced that the shuttle, after its successful lift-off after a delay, was currently in orbit.

Julie turned off the television and looked at Beverly and Amber, and said, “Yay!” and bounced like a cheerleader.

Amber said, “Another woman in space! That is so cool! Maybe a woman will be President someday!”

“Yeah!” exclaimed Julie, bouncing and clapping again.

“So, how are you doing?” Amber asked Julie.

“I’m happy!” said Julie. “Are you okay?”

“I’m doing better, I think,” said Amber. “Your mom has been helping me through some stuff.”

“Mom’s good at that,” Julie replied. She looked Amber in the eye and said, “She needs you.”

“Needs me?” asked Amber.

“Yeah. You’re perfect. She needs to be a mommy to a teen. She needs love. She needs sex. She needs a friend. She needs to help. And you’re a kitty!”

“Julie, did you have anything to do with this?” asked Beverly.

Julie looked at her for a few moments, and shrugged, shaking her head in a noncommital way.

“Hmmm.” said Beverly in a suspicious tone.

“Well. I’m glad if I can give something back! It’s... good, to be needed. And wanted.” said Amber. “Julie, if you did have anything at all to do with it, I’m glad!”

Julie smiled, and cocked her head to one side.

Amber looked at the two women, looking like exactly like a mother and daughter, one about twenty-five years old and the other looking about forty, but knowing that the reality was the reverse of what it appeared to be—the mother looked like the daughter, and the daughter looked like the mother. Or possibly identical twins separated by fifteen years and two extra breasts and a large baby-bump. She thought both of them were gorgeous. She went to Julie and hugged her, then kissed her deeply. Then she reached up and tweaked both of Julie’s upper nipples with a grin.

Julie yipped and quivered with the stimulation, and all four of her nipples stood to attention. She made an appreciative and sexy noise, “Hmmmm!” Julie grabbed Amber’s hand and pulled he in, and pulled her hand to where her robe parted and directed it to her pussy. Amber felt Julie’s labia dampen, and slid a finger inside. Julie made the same noise again, emphatically. Amber, smelling the scent that smelled so much like her mistress’s, er, mother’s, no, wait, um, Beverly’s, felt her own pussy dampen, and its lips begin to engorge. Her breath caught and her heart began to speed with excitement.

Beverly, who had been watching all of this, dropped the robe from her shoulders and sashayed forward, and drew Julie’s robe from her shoulders, dropping it back upon the bed. Beverly found it incredibly erotic to watch what should have been her own body react with sexual pleasure. It was like watching herself, although she knew it was her daughter. As Amber sank to her knees and began to gently lick Julie’s nether lips, carefully avoiding the clit, she reached over to tweak her daughter’s upper nipples, which drew a slightly frustrated cry from Julie, who automatically bucked her pussy into Amber’s face seeking clitoral stimulation. She gently twisted and squeezed Julie’s nipples again, which drew several drops of milk from them onto her fingers.

She rather theatrically held a drop-laden finger up, and slowly brought it down to her mouth, her tongue reaching up to the drops at the fingertip and licking. She then brought her finger the rest of the way down into her mouth and sucked it with a lewd smile. The other finger she lowered to Julie’s lips, which parted and Julie performed exactly the same actions. The sexual tension in the room jumped up dramatically as the drops of milk had their effect on the two women.

Beverly sank to knees parted lewdly, and bent her head to her daughter’s lower breasts, running her tongue over them and under them. Both women felt sparks of electric pleasure from the contact, and moaned deeply in their throats. Amber, realizing what was happening, slid her hand by feel up Beverly’s thighs, and gently stroked up towards her oh-my-God-that’s-wet! pussy and then plunged a finger into it, then two, all without removing her face from Julie’s sex.

Beverly latched onto one of Julie’s lower nipples, while continuing to tweak and squeeze the top two. She sucked, and drew a small mouthful of milk into her mouth. She felt a warm glow of love from within in addition to the sexual lightning bolts of need flowing through her body. She thought, Oh, thank God for Amber’s hand in my pussy! which seemed to catch those lightning bolts and send them arcing back up her body to her brain. Julie, in turn, reached over to lightly pinch and twist Beverly’s nipples, which made a diamond of pleasure points all jolting together. Amber used her thumb on Beverly’s clit in addition to her fingers inside her, and Beverly threw back her head and moaned, then latched onto Julie’s other nipple and drew another mouthful of mother’s milk in. Again, she felt the warm glow of love inside the center of the diamond of pleasure. She felt loved, she felt love, she was love and joy and fucking ecstacy! She threw her head back and screamed out a “YESSSSSS!” as the sensations reached climax, then higher, then higher yet. She felt like the pleasure lightning bolts flew through the top of her head and out into the universe. It felt for an eternal moment that they took her with them, that the star and firework-filled universe was everywhere, everything, and she was a part of it, and it was all love and pleasure.

She drifted awhile in that wonderful warm feeling of love and sexual excitedness without a body. Without a body, what was excited? She heard a voice, saying something. Calling her? “Mommy, wake up.” She opened her eyes to see two faces looking down at her. Oh. She must have passed out or something. She tried to smile up at them, and realized she had been smiling already. Julie smiled at her, and said “Hi! Coming back now?”

“Is she okay?” Amber asked. “I’ve never seen anyone passed out with a smile on their face before. I mean, not and keep smiling while they’re out!”

“Mommy is fine,” said Julie.

Beverly sat up and stretched like she’d just had a nap. “Mmmnn, that was nice!” she said.

“That... was strange,” Amber said. “You and Julie had orgasms at the same time, but you sort of... laid back real relaxed and smiling, but you seemed to be out of it, kind of like unconscious, but smiling and kind of humming or something. You wouldn’t respond for a minute or two, until Julie called you.”

“I don’t know what it was, but it was really nice,” said Beverly. “Like I... um, no... it was... everywhere... and I... was part of... touching.... I just can’t put words to it! It’s hard to hold onto now. Like a dream, but not. Oh, whew! That was wonderful!” She looked a tiny bit sad for a moment. “It’s like an echo of it now, but it was so big, but I was...!” Beverly was making expansive gestures with her hands, then threw them up in futility.

“Uh-huh. Why don’t we go see Maggie for a few minutes, okay?” suggested Amber.

Beverly said, “I feel fine. Nothing bad, very relaxed and happy, very content!”

“Mommy is fine,” said Julie again.

“Well, okay, I guess... You’re just a few weeks away from delivery, and I worry,” said Amber.

“I know, dear,” said Beverly, “but this is not new, exactly. This has happened before. I think I was just more conscious this time. I think I didn’t actually pass out. It was actually delightful.”

“Okay, I guess,” said Amber. Beverly grinned, and leaned over to kiss her, and then hug her.

“She had a mys... myst’cal sperience,” said Julie.

“Wha...?” asked Amber.

“A mystical experience’?” said Beverly, “Wow, those mystics have some really good times!” she laughed.

“Sex can do that,” said Julie.

“Really?” asked Amber. “How did you know that, Julie?”

Julie smiled, but didn’t answer. She gave an exaggerated wink, and smiled again.

“Hunh,” said Amber, then turned to Beverly, “I think you’re right. I think she knows a lot more than she says!“

Beverly nodded. Julie laughed.

Suddenly Amber straightened, “Oh, my God! I think that’s what happened with Jorge! I mean, I didn’t pass out or anything, but... after... it was different than ever before. Like the world was filled with God smiling or something. Like I saw more and deeper than before, and like I was connected to everything. Like I could feel life in the Earth and the plants and the sky... I can’t really describe it, not right, not the way it really was. It’s like trying to explain the color blue, ya know? You can talk around it, say the sky is blue’ but that doesn’t say what it really is. But I don’t think I went as deep as you did.“

Julie nodded and smiled again. Beverly slowly nodded her head in agreement as well.

Three weeks passed, with Beverly and Bethany getting closer and closer to delivery, and Jim and Amber spent a lot of time assisting them. Bethany, who had never been pregnant before was having a bit of a rough time of it, between emotional swings and feeling like a beached whale. She was very upset that her body was uncomfortably large and her movements more restricted than she’d ever imagined. Jim and Amber were massage therapists and gofers, damp washcloth providers, and sex aids, as both women found that horniness was a more and more major factor in their pregnancies.

Amber and Jim both had minor panic attacks as the two mothers-to-be had orgasms that took them into that same altered state of consciousness that Beverly had experienced. This, at first, alarmed Maggie, who had them hooked up to EEG monitors and brought to orgasm to make sure that nothing untoward was happening. After analyzing the results and comparing them with scientific studies of subjects having mystical experiences, she concluded that while this was unusual, it was not harmful, and appeared, in fact, to be beneficial. Bethany certainly found it to reduce her stress and help level out the mood swings, so whenever she began to get cranky or down, she had a number of volunteers who happily helped her to nirvana.

One morning at breakfast, Jim read an article about a strange occurrence—a man accidentally discharged a gun while naked, the bullet went through his apartment wall and into his neighbor’s ceiling, and the police were called. They found the man with his penis caught between the trigger and the trigger guard of his pistol, and though he was unharmed by the shot, he had to be taken to the hospital to relieve the pressure of the blood caught in the constriction so the gun could be removed from around his penis. Trying to explain the situation, the man gave a peculiar story to the police involving a break-in and being forced at gunpoint to wear his own gun there. The lotion, he explained, was applied when he tried to remove the gun and couldn’t. The police found no evidence of a break-in, and found the story “extremely doubtful.” While the man’s name wasn’t given in the paper, Jim suspected that it was T Rad. He smirked, and later passed that bit of news along to Amber, who laughed. “He always loved his gun,” she said, “I just never knew he loved his gun!“

Beverly went into labor five days later, and she had the same ecstatic experiences in delivery that Julie had. Instead of telling Jim he was an evil bastard for knocking her up, she assured him that he was the most wonderful man on the planet, and that she loved him now more than ever. She informed everyone there that they were the best family a woman could have, and that she loved them all deeply and sincerely. The labor lasted about three hours, and the birth itself was very easy, which she joked came from practice.

Beverly named the baby boy Henry James, after his grandfather, her deceased husband, and his father, respectively. He weighed 9 pounds and 2 ounces, and had raven black hair and very blue eyes. Once again, there were no defects, birthmarks, or blemishes, and Henry was perfectly healthy. After being cleaned and held and wrapped by his mother, he quickly quieted his crying. The family welcomed and celebrated their newest addition, each holding, rocking, and speaking gently to him in turn. He looked up at them with those blue eyes and sweet face, and their hearts melted. Henry apparently had a very healthy appetite, and Beverly was very happy to provide for him.

Two weeks to the day after that, Bethany gave birth to Eleanor Rose, and again, the labor was one of ecstacy and ease, but lasting five hours. She weighed 8 pounds and 5 ounces, and did not cry at all, prompting Maggie to check to make sure she was breathing, which she was. Eleanor was without defect or blemish, and possessed the same blue eyes as her brother, but she didn’t have hair yet. She was cleaned and wrapped gently and given to her mother to hold. The look of joy and love on her mother’s face was profound, and as she nursed little Eleanor tears of happiness streamed down her face. Again, the entire family was there to welcome her in, hold her, rock her, and wish her their blessings. The feelings of love and family joy was palpable and profound.

The following Wednesday, Jim found an article buried in the morning paper. It was awkwardly yet carefully phrased, as the journalist struggled to describe a bizarre accidental death. A man had purchased an actual elephant gun, a collector’s piece, and had shot himself in the pelvis, actually separating his legs from his naked torso with the blast. Since the person had come to the attention of the police fairly recently in another embarrassing incident involving a handgun, the police believed it was an accidental, if weird, death. The victim’s name was Terrence Jones.

Jim had no problem deciphering and translating what the journalist was so carefully reporting—T Rad had tried to fuck the barrel of an elephant gun he’d bought and had blown his dick, hips and ass off, and bled out. He had also blown a hole in the front of his apartment building, the force of the shot had been absorbed by the brick so no one else was hurt in the blast. The police discovered that Mr. Jones was involved in prostitution, gambling, and human trafficking. They would have suspected foul play if Jones hadn’t left such a clear trail in acquiring the gun and ammunition, and the barrel hadn’t been coated with a large quantity of gun oil, apparently used as lubricant. The stories in the neighborhood and police department would persist for years after the hole in the building was repaired.

Jim passed the article along to Amber, who shook her head soberly. The Galwins hired a detective who looked into T Rad’s history, and they discovered, as the police had discovered, that he had a long and vile history of breaking girls to be prostitutes and sex slaves, which he then sold. He had started out on the opposite coast, and caught a lucky break when the ring he sold to was arrested. He fled across the country, and had just arrived and was setting up again when he found Amber. The police had found two thirteen year old sisters and a fifteen year old girl already turning tricks for him living in his apartment when he had his accident. All had been addicted to devastating drugs to force them to perform, and notes in the apartment led the police to another ring to which he had planned to sell the girls. The children were now in foster care, a drug rehab program, and intense counseling.

Discovering this information helped Amber resolve some of her ambiguous feelings about T Rad. Seeing the pictures of what was left of the girls, and knowing that she had escaped that same fate by the skin of her teeth was deeply frightening. She wished she could help the girls who had come just after her, but the state was doing all that could be done. She resolved to try to help girls like them in the future, when she was older and had established herself. If she could, she’d try to track these girls down and perhaps contact them in the future. Beverly knew that Amber would deal with a type of survivor’s guilt the rest of her life, and would try to ease that as she could.

Sherry’s contract ended, and she purchased the debt on her family’s farm, but decided to stay at DeGraves Manor. She did, in fact, purchase several leather thongs and bras, and tended to wear them, and a set of high heels, around the house and in the stables most of the time. She did have sets of leather pants and thigh-high leather boots for riding and working in the stables. She started eating in the dining room with everyone else, and would often go upstairs to the big sex bedroom to play, but more frequently would enjoy the stable or garden with Jorge, Jeremy, and Terri. Terri and Susan had leather high-heel boots designed and crafted in which to ride with Sherry, with sculpted tapered broad-based heel at the ground, open-toes and strappy leggings. They would eventually wind up with a somewhat successful, if impractical, line of fashion high-heel boots from the design, sold with a marketing campaign by William. They were definitely more appropriate to a fashion runway than a stableyard, and Terri and Susan had to be careful where they stepped. On the other hand, they were better than the stilettos they had been wearing!

A month after Eleanor was born, Susan gave birth to William James, and again the birth was easy, with labor pains covered by ecstatic endorphin high and lasting four hours. Little Billy weighed 9 pounds and an ounce. He had green eyes and a light brownish-blonde fuzz atop his head. Again, the family gathered in the delivery room to celebrate and welcome him in what had become a family ritual.

As Amber was nearing the end of her arrangement, she was definitely acting like a cat in heat. She purred and made “mrrp”ing and “meow”ing cat noises completely without conscious thought, rubbed against people and things, and had sex with everyone she could. She even caught DeGraves in his office and mounted him at his desk, much to his bemusement. She even tackled Trish, literally—much to Trish’s delight—and some dining room chairs had to be replaced after their marathon of passion. She was triple-teamed by Jorge, Jeremy and Sherry in the stable, in a performance which would not be repeated there because her wails actually scared the normally oblivious horses.

On the final night of her arrangement, everyone but the nanny on duty in the nursery wound up in the sex bedroom, and everyone except Amber, who certainly didn’t need it, drank from Julie’s upper breasts. The orgy centered on Amber, who had every millimeter of her body rubbed with other people’s body parts, usually pussies, and thoroughly coated with sexual fluids. Her pussy was licked and facially fucked by the women, she discovered what it was like to come on Terri’s high-heeled shoe-clad foot while sucking Susan’s right big toe covered in Terri’s juices as she wore strappy high-heeled sandals and being photographed during this debauchery. She had Jeremy and Jorge double-penetrate her. She repeatedly had hands and fingers, a nipple, and even a foot, in a number of pussies. And she wanted more!

At the end of the evening, as her arrangement ended, she looked to Beverly, Julie, Bethany, and Susan, and asked their permission to be fucked by Jim. She actually begged. The four looked at Jim. Jim looked at the five of them. “You know...” he started to say.

“I know. I do know. I really, truly, want this.” Amber said.

“What about your education? Becoming a veterinarian?” asked Beverly.

“I will study to get my GED, I will get into college, and I will become a vet.” said Amber.

“With a baby...” probed Beverly.

“With a baby,” affirmed Amber. “Women are doing this all the time now, and besides, I have a huge family to help with a baby, like I’ve been helping my family with the babies. I love you all. Bringing a child into the world in a family so filled with love can only be a good thing! And Jim... Jim could never be like my father. I’ve been paying attention.”

Beverly, looking in Amber’s eyes, solemnly nodded. Julie gave a huge grin and nodded emphatically yes. Bethany gave a half-shrug and a smile, and nodded as well. Susan walked over to Amber and hugged her, then turned to Jim and nodded. Jim smiled.

Beverly sat down cross-legged on the mat, and pulled Amber’s hand down. Amber lay down with her head in Beverly’s lap, and Jim knelt down before them both. Amber spread her legs, and said, “Jim, please make me a mommy.”

Jim scooted forward and placed the head of his cock at Amber’s entrance, and moistened it in the copious lubricant that had leaked from her. He gently guided it in as his mother tweaked and gently twiddled Amber’s nipples.

“Oh, my God! That’s... deep! Deep inside me! You’re hitting the back of it!” Amber exclaimed.

“That’s your cervix, dear,” said Beverly, “just relax and feel.”

Jim began to stroke in and out in a slow rhythm as the entire family gathered in a circle around them and watched. Jim was not in a hurry, taking his slow time in thrusts, letting her feel every millimeter of his cock moving in, and then out, slightly stretching her passage. Julie sat down next to her mother, leaned down to Amber, and said, “He’s going to fill you up. He’s going to put a baby in you. You’re going to be a good mommy, just like us, just like mommy.”

The words made Amber quiver, and the walls of her pussy began to work on Jim’s cock in a rhythm to match his. “OH! Oh! MmmmROW! Mhrrrrp! Yes, meow, yes!” she cried as she felt a surge of pleasure and energy and love. “Fuck meow! Fuck meow now!” she cried again as she felt the head of his cock at the end of her passage, which seemed to be softening? Opening? Somethinging....

She felt an electrical storm of pleasure in her clit, her pussy, her stomach, her nipples and breasts, and it was arcing in waves, in pleasureclaps, it was all through her body! Her toes curled with each thrust, her fingers clawed with each lightning pleasurebolt, she heard the cries of a woman on the brink of a monstrously large orgasm, and realized it was her own voice. Pinch those fucking nipples, Beverly! Oh, she was! Did she scream that out loud? She wasn’t sure. She felt like she was above her head but feeling every inch of her body at the same time. She felt the head of Jim’s cock somehow farther inside her, and hot, pleasurethrobs somehow not drowned out by the profound explosion of pulsing warm and pleasure and joy and....

“...Amber? Baby?” She heard Beverly’s voice. “She’s coming around, now. I think she went for a little trip through the universe. She’s recovering.”

There was a light as someone opened one eyelid and shined a light in her eye, then the other. She felt fingers on the side of her neck, and Maggie’s voice say, “Yes, she’ll be fine! Just a sensory overload, I think!”

“Oh... my...” Amber said, recovering.

“Just rest, dear,” said Beverly.

Amber suddenly laughed.

“What’s funny, dear?” asked Beverly.

“Just that one day, I’m going to have to tell my child that their entire family was present, not just when they were born, but also when they were conceived! And both times were in a circle filled with love!” said Amber.