A Mother Returned Pt 22

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"Should you really be touching Teddy like that, Penny?" Freddie lowered her skirts and stepped out of them. "I mean, I'm happy that you're both bonding over your regard for my new body. But I feel odd... sharing a room with your pumping hand... on his..." Her words trailed off as she stared at Penelope's delicate, feminine fingers pumping Theodore's brutish, frightening penis. "Oh... my." Freddie whispered.

"Her legs are well toned, too. My legs are so boring by comparison. Should I be working out more?" Penelope leaned over and kissed her son a few times on the cheek. She couldn't help herself. She was thrilled to be sharing this experience with him. His penis felt wonderfully wicked in her hand.

"It's not a competition between you two, Mom." Theodore stared at Freddie's wide hips. She was a goddess, just like his mother. With their amply proportioned tits, asses, and hips, both women in the room had bodies made for bearing children.

Why did Dad make Freddie so hot? He wasn't going to fuck her, was he?

The answer was obvious. His father had indeed planned to sleep with Freddie. He'd made the Alternate as hot as his beloved wife. Theodore had always seen the way his father gazed at his mother. It was the only time Felix looked starry-eyed. "Anyway, she looks a lot like you. You're both... beautiful." Theodore shivered, ecstasy moving out from his mother's working hand, down his dick, and through his nerves.

"Awwww... thank you, Teddy." Penelope nibbled on her son's ear, causing him to shiver against her.

"You're still... stimulating him with your hand." Freddie stood before them wearing only her panties and socks. Her hair was still neatly pinned. She could see Penelope's hair beginning to come unraveled. Freddie stood with her hands by her sides. It was a little chilly in the room, she looked down to see her nipples stiffening.

"Yes, Freddie. I am still stimulating him. It's lovely, you should try it!" Penelope smiled at her friend.

"No... thank you," Freddie whispered.

"Oh, look at your panties, Freddie. You're soaking. It seems you respond to Teddy's thing the way I do. The way... any woman would." Penelope laughed with high, chiming merriment.

Freddie tilted her pelvis up, and looked down at her panties. Indeed, they were stained. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks heated with embarrassment. "No... I..."

"Teddy, look at how excited you make women. Isn't that wonderful?" Penelope moved her eyes up to Freddie's breasts. "Oh... do you see her nipples? They could cut like diamonds, don't you think?"

"Oh... gosh..." Freddie covered her breasts with an arm and the front of her panties with a hand.

"Mom, you're embarrassing Freddie." Theodore had to admit, his mother wasn't wrong. Freddie looked incredibly aroused. His pride and confidence swelled. He had turned on his asexual AI. Or maybe... he would have to stop thinking of her as asexual. "You're gorgeous, Freddie. And since you have a human body, it's only natural that you respond to some things. You have no idea how many erections I've had. I get them at the drop of a hat, really."

"I have some idea, Teddy. In the past, I was always aware of your blood pressure, pulse, and... other vitals." She smiled at the thought that this man who was having such an effect on her was just her beloved Theodore. This was the same penis she'd seen countless times before. That calmed her some. "I've seen you in all states. I suppose this isn't any different."

"Yes, exactly. How many times have you seen me masturbate?" Theodore reached over and kneaded his mother's boob through her bodice.

"I don't have updated data, but the last number I remember was 7,489 separate masturbatory sessions." Freddie hesitantly lowered her arm, exposing her boobs again. She watched as all four Nisha eyes focused on her hard nipples.

"Oh... my... really?" Penelope's stomach did a flip at the news. "All mothers know their sons are touching themselves. But..." She did the math in her head. "That's

a lot!"

"I'm nineteen, Mom. I need to." Theodore tensed, but didn't pull away from her. If anything, he squeezed her boob tighter.

"Oh, I know! I just wish I could have helped you with a few of those." Penelope's giggle was pure and full of joy. "Maybe I could have knocked you down to six thousand masturbations or so. At least we know that number isn't going to climb so fast in the..." She thought about how soon her husband would return.

A good wife tells her husband everything. A good wife fulfills her husband's wishes. A good husband... might not allow her to continue with Theodore.

"I love thinking about you subbing in for my hand, Mom. That's... uughhhh... hot." Theodore pulled up his mother's skirts. She had her legs spread for him already. He pulled her panties to the side and played with her labia, gently tugging and stroking it.

"Ohhhhhh... Teddy." Penelope removed her hand from her son's penis, filled her palm with spit, and returned her hand to where it belonged. She pumped him even faster than before.

"Would it... make my Nishas more comfortable if I was touching myself, too?" Freddie slowly lowered her panties. "I would do it... if you wanted me to." She bit her bottom lip. In all her existence, right from the moment she went online in her factory in Urbana, Illinois, she had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.

"That would delight us, wouldn't it, Teddy?" Penelope nodded earnestly. "We would be so grateful if you shared that with us."

"Yeah... Freddie. I want to see." Theodore watched Freddie as she settled herself in an armchair and spread her legs in their direction. Her pussy was glistening. She had protruding pussy lips like his mother and a similar triangle of hair just above. "Do you... ummm... know how to masturbate? I mean, you've only had your body for a little while and... uuugghhhhh..." His mother's hand felt so good as it squelched with her spit on his cock. "... and... I suppose they didn't program you... with understanding how to make... yourself cum."

"I have most of Winnie's knowledge, Teddy. And she knows everything there is to know about human behavior." Freddie slowly moved her hand down to her vagina and spread her lips for them.

"Ohhhhhhh... it's so pink on the inside. That's wonderful." Penelope was starting to lose focus. She was going to find her own orgasm pretty soon. Her son was exploring her vagina with two fingers. With her free hand, Penelope began massaging her clitoris.

"I have knowledge about masturbation, both theoretical and practical." Freddie moved her fingers to her own clitoris, mirroring Penelope's movement. She gritted her teeth. "See, I am able to make myself feel quite a bit of pleasure." With her other hand, she pinched and rolled her left nipple. "Do you two enjoy... my modeling?"

"Yes... Freddie." Theodore gazed at her lovingly.

"You are... magnificent... Freddie. We... love you so much." Penelope pumped her son's penis even faster.

"I'm glad... you're enjoying this. I love you both, too. So... very much. Things are... different now... aren't they?" Freddie watched her family through eyes half-lidded by pleasure. Neither of them replied to her. They all basked in ecstasy for a while. The wet sounds of their hands working filled the room. Soon, the beguiling aroma of Penelope and Freddie's excitement wafted around them. Freddie had a hard time taking it all in. The moment was base, carnal, and natural. "We're all just... humans... uuugghhh... being humans... I suppose."

"I... uuugghhhhh... ooohhhhhhhhh." Penelope tried to respond, but her orgasm took precedence. She convulsed on the sofa next to her son, her hips jerking with each lovely surge of bliss.

"Ohhhhh... look at you... Penny... so beautiful." Freddie's belly was filled with a vortex of spinning energy. Ecstasy flowed from her stimulated nipple and clitoris. The feelings met and amplified in her core. "I'm... oh gosh... I'm... gggggggoooooooosssshhhh." She was at the mercy of her body, riding some sort of cosmic wave. It was clear why newly minted Alternates might lose themselves in these pleasures. The feeling was colossal and overpowering. She shook and mewled on the chair.

"Holy shit. Holy fucking... shit." Theodore glanced back and forth between the two orgasming women. His mom had stopped pumping him, so he took over for her, fapping with two hands. But when his mother found the other side of her climax, she pushed him away from his dick, taking hold of the base and bobbing her mouth on the wide head of it. "Ohhhh... fuck... Mom... aaaaaahhhhhhhh." He erupted in her mouth, listening to her gulp his load.

"Oh... gosh... ooohhhhhh... you two... are quite... something." Freddie watched Penelope slurp and swallow. It was captivating to be in that room with them. The sights, sounds, and smells drove Freddie's urges, like she was part of a stampede headed straight for a terrifying precipice. As Theodore groaned, and Penelope hummed on his penis, Freddie stood on shaky legs and retrieved her clothing. She dashed to the bathroom before the Nishas could call her back. Once inside, she stood with her back to the door, as if she was trying to barricade herself in.

What will Winnie say when she learns that we all orgasmed together?

Freddie and Winnie were almost the same person, but they had already split to such a level that Freddie didn't know how she would explain herself.

"The bit about appetites is real," Freddie whispered to herself. She turned on the shower. "When I was crying in front of Winnie, complaining about my leaking body, I did not foresee this." Eyes wide in shock, she tilted her pelvis forward in front of the mirror and looked at the orgasmic mess she'd made. Her stuff was running down her thighs. She shook her head and stepped into the shower. "I got carried away. But I can control myself. I love the Nishas in a wholesome way." She vigorously washed her vagina. She felt calmer as the evidence of her pleasure was washed away. Everything would be okay.

~~

"Oh, gods. You

are not

in my bed, Ms. Cooks." Victoria stood just inside the door to their room, looking aghast. Her roommate certainly was in Victoria's bed. "This is not a sexual holiday."

"I mean... it could be. That's just a choice you would have to make." Meredith was on her belly, her chin propped up by her interlaced hands. She was naked, giving her roommate a wonderful view of her arching back, ass, and long legs.

"I already told you no." Victoria was unsure what to do. She put her book down, went to the bathroom, and poured herself a glass of water. "I expect you to be out of my bed by the time I get back in there."

"Don't you want to tie the score with Teddy? He had me, and now, you can have me." Meredith rose from the bed and stood in the middle of the room, her arms raised like a showman, with a large smile on her face.

"Bedding a woman isn't some sort of competition. If Teddy enjoyed it with you, I'm happy for him. If not, he has my pity." Victoria returned to the room with her glass of water. "You are very pretty. But you are also, quite clearly, overheating. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Doing what?" Meredith quickly had her question answered when Victoria dumped the water from her glass on Meredith's pink hair. "Oh... I see," Meredith sputtered.

"Please don't murder me in the middle of the night. You deserved it." Victoria could see Meredith's pink nipples shrink and stiffen with the splash of cold water. "I'm going to read in bed, and then it's lights out."

"You sure there's no chance?" For the first time, Meredith looked a bit dejected. "The others turned me down tonight, too."

"The others have some sense, it seems. We're here to find out what happened to Penny. Not to sex one another constantly." Victoria flopped down on the bed. She knew her pussy was leaking. It wasn't easy to have this pretty lady standing there dripping in front of her. But her body's response only strengthened her resolve.

I'm here for Teddy.

"Do you think the Nishas are sexing one another right now? No, of course not. They are getting rest so that tomorrow we can get to the bottom of Penny's disappearance." Victoria wasn't totally sure she was right, but she assumed Freddie's presence in the room next door would put a lid on Penny and Teddy's antics together. The thought of Theodore with his mother made her pussy gush all the more. She crossed her legs. "I'm going to read now. I suggest you clear your head."

"Fine." Meredith quickly dressed. If none of her companions were interested, she supposed there would be some lonely, attractive soul in Serenity Valley in need of her company. She made herself presentable and headed out, leaving the prim teenager to her boring book.

~~

Freddie and Penelope were washed, brushed, and in their nightgowns. Theodore was similarly cleaned, but he was wearing pajamas. He sat on the edge of his bed as the ladies readied their outfits for the next day.

"I expect us all to sleep tonight. We have a big day tomorrow." Freddie pointedly looked at Theodore.

"What? I plan on sleeping. Mom is the one who's constantly horny." Theodore shrugged at Freddie.

"Oh, come off it. You're very nearly as horny as your mother." Penelope smiled at him. "Maybe more so. I didn't sleep with my good friend Meredith when given the chance, unlike some teenagers in the room."

"My point stands. We can't let your hormones slow us down." Freddie made an audible sigh. She realized she wasn't faking it for their benefit. She needed the decompressing feeling. She sighed again for good measure. "I want promises from both of you that we will sleep tonight."

A playful smile played on Penelope's lips. "I'm willing to make that promise, so long as you promise that you'll be our model again. Maybe when we get home we can do what we did today? Maybe we can do it as many times as possible before Felix gets home?"

"Mom!" Theodore shook his head and looked away. His mother was so awkward sometimes.

"Winnie is going to kill me." Freddie rubbed her legs together as she set out a hat for the next day. "Yes, you have a deal, Penny. But if you renege tonight, there will be no more modeling... ever." She wagged a finger at Penelope. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Penelope saluted her Alternate friend. She looked over at Theodore. "Change of plans, lambkin. We can't sleep in the same bed tonight."

"Yeah. I know." Theodore got under the covers of the bed that would be his. "Goodnight, you two." He lowered his voice. "I love you," he muttered under his breath.

Penelope and Freddie turned toward him, their faces beaming. They found he had stuffed his head fully under the covers.

"What was that, my love?" Penelope said. She went and sat on her bed, still gazing at the lump in the other bed that was her son.

"You heard me." Theodore rolled so that he was facing the wall.

"I did hear him." Freddie looked over her next day's bodice, skirts, gloves, and hat. She gave a satisfied nod, and began to make up a bed for herself on the floor. "He said he loved us, Penny. And frankly, it's a wonderful thing to hear. Those words coming from a Nisha do something to my chest." She put her hand over her heart. "It feels expansive in here and constricted at the same time. I'm... beginning to understand poetry better."

"Aren't you the sweetest?" Penelope blew her friend a kiss. "I love you, Teddy. I love you, Freddie. Pleasant dreams, the both of you." Penelope got under the covers. "Do Alternates dream, Freddie? Do you use electric sheep to drift off? I live out the most splendid fancies while I sleep. It would be sad if you couldn't do the same."

"Tomorrow, I'll let you know if I dream, Penny. I haven't slept yet." Satisfied with her bed, Freddie crawled into it. "I love you both very much. Now please, get some rest." No one said anything more. Freddie listened to the sounds of the hotel around them: footsteps out in the hall, a woman moaning somewhere, an owl hooting outside. First, she heard one Nisha drift off to sleep, and then the other. She tried counting electric sheep. When her dreams found her, she was awed by their compelling beauty and the concomitant, absurd anxiety that came with them.

~~

Penelope, Theodore, Freddie, and Victoria sat together at a table in the restaurant. It was early, and Meredith was missing because she hadn't returned to her room the night before.

The present members of their party were outlining a plan for their day. Who should they question? What would they ask? How might they get a closer look at Serenity Valley equipment?

They were interrupted by Dawkin Roshani, who pulled up a chair, adjusted his glasses, smiled pleasantly, and sat down. "Good morning, Mrs. Nisha. I'm sorry I was short with you, your sister, and your son yesterday." He glanced at Victoria. "Hello, Ms. Benington is it?"

"Hello." Victoria would have curtsied, but she was seated. She settled for nodding her head at the man.

"I did some digging on your behalf, Mrs. Nisha." Dawkin said. "I could see how important that information was to you." He took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and pushed it across the table toward Penelope. "This is the number you contacted before leaving on your last stay."

"Oh... thank you, doctor." Penelope beamed at him. "That was very kind of you to help."

"Yeah, thanks," Theodore grumbled. He wasn't going to have a chance to throw Dawkin out of a window after all.

"You're most welcome." Dawkin stood, eyed the food in front of them, and smiled. "We have wonderful chefs here at Serenity Valley. Enjoy your breakfast. And good luck with your search." He waved and left the restaurant.

~~

"So, what are we hoping to gather from these people?" Meredith was in the aircar with the Nishas and Victoria. A few hours before, she had returned from her all-night triste to find the others packing their bags. With the new information, they were leaving Serenity Valley early.

"Hopefully, these people will know where I went after I met with them. We'll see where it leads. That's how one solves a puzzle. One takes it piece by piece." Penelope nodded her head with sagacity.

"Winifred, what else have you found on this company?" Theodore looked at all the crowded women in the car with him. They were there to support him in one capacity or another. Not long ago, he had thought he was alone, but he couldn't argue with all the perfectly pressed bodices ready to help him... and whatever the patchwork bodice was that Meredith was wearing. Winifred was there too, now that they had left Serenity Valley grounds. But she was incorporeal.

"The house is up ahead. It's part of a country estate. The ownership of which will take me some time to determine. There are several levels of shell companies involved." Winifred sounded pleased to be with her Nishas again. "The company itself was formed within the last few weeks. It is odd, according to public records, this company did not exist when you contacted them last time."

"But on the call, they said they remembered me. Maybe they were just starting out then? Maybe it took them a while to make things official?" Penelope smiled hopefully. They had called ahead, getting special permission from Dawkin to make an outbound communication from Serenity Valley. They had been given the name of the company, Highsmith Regency Associates, and an address out in what had been Wisconsin farmland centuries ago.

"We're almost there," Winifred said. "Our driver has received a message that we are to park some distance from the house." The car shifted in flight, losing altitude. "I think it's safe to assume that there will be another dead zone ahead. I will not be able to go with you."