The Galactic Butt Plug, Part 1
This is a glimpse of the first installment of The Galactic Butt Plug story, part of the Erotic Sci-Fi Tales of Yore series.
Fèn was an incorrigible fucktard
of the first galactic degree. When Musi died soon after Fèn’s fifteenth
birthday, the man-child Fèn hardly noticed. He did notice, however, that during
his mother’s period of mourning, she tended to shower less.
Fèn confronted his mother one
afternoon, “Do you never bathe now, mother? Should you rather stink like a space
weasel of Himfeltalt than perchance occasionally flower my nostrils with some
pleasant scent of star-kissed soap?”
Fèn’s mother admitted that she was
a wreck these days and did not have the energy to do things like keep up her
physical appearance.
“Then let thy son led thee a soapy
hand,” said Fèn, pushing his mother toward the washroom.
Fèn’s mother resisted at first.
But Fèn convinced her that now that father was as dead as a space worm, Fèn was
the male humanoid of the house. By all rights that are accorded to the eldest
male of any household in this quadrant of the Xizân Empire and by their faith
in Lord Rahh and His Excellent and Infinite Black Hole at the center of their
universe, Fèn’s word was law.
The widow of Musi allowed her son
to peel back her space robes. Being a poor family, she only worn rags; these
were tossed into a corner meanly.
Fèn’s eyes rested on his mother’s
unctuous breasts. He made a silent prayer to Lord Rahh and then turned his
mother around to gaze on her backside. Her figure was slender for the most
part, with only hints of having once given humanoid childbirth. Fèn wished to
fondle her ass cheeks but held himself back. He of course knew every curve of
his mother’s figure well, having spied on her innumerable times. But with her
completely nude in front of him now and within fondling distance was a
completely new experience for the virgin Fèn. How he had dreamt of caressing
her every fold of skin in days past.
Fèn could feel a small erection
rising under his space robes. He nudged closer to his mother and placed his
tenting, turgid, though still covered, cock on her back. Did she know that this
was her only son’s penis now digging into her backside? The thought made Fèn
wild with excitement.
Fèn pushed his mother into the
shower capsule and turned on the water jets.
The teenage humanoid boy wondered
to himself if he should disrobe and join her. He looked down at his hard-on.
Fèn felt like he would explode. He had to do something to release the building
sensation. Fèn wanted to attack his bathing mother, now soapy and slippery and
wet and ever-so inviting, standing there in the shower capsule, hair full of
shampoo, eyes closed to her son’s perversion, hands kneading a month’s worth of
dirt out of her lovely body!
May our slits drip, our cocks swell, and our anuses billow!
Love from afar,
-V de S
