An Otherworldly Interference Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – An Otherworldly Interference Ch. 02 by Kingpin2501,Kingpin2501 “Grognack, what is going on with your experiment? Why haven’t we received any meaningful data on the paired human mating?” asked Sgragathore, the head of the GZSTAB. Grognack’s superior, sat on the other side of the galaxy in their office on Krygor and they were apparently not pleased.

“Sgragathore, we have hit several complications. As you know, animals in the wild don’t always act as they would under more controlled conditions. Humans in the wild have advanced enough to have a complex social hierarchy and technological capability. They are even grasping atomics though it is a rudimentary application. All pops and bangs, and primitive atomic steam furnaces, nothing too elaborate. But we have been following the book on experimental procedures, and normally we would have gotten some data on the sexual behavior of these terrestrial aliens. We are progressing, but the complexities of their home world have complicated matters.”

“And you can’t force a wallagloog fish to jump in a stew.” sighed Sgragathore.

“Exactly, my dear chairmen. Even from our limited extended study on sexual relationships between humans, we have discovered a bewildering array of anthropological intrigues. While their grasp of technology is limited, they have adapted social structures to compensate for their deficiencies. Instead of Nero-pathway uplink informational uploads, the humans have a society in miniature for teaching developing humans.”

“A sub-society for information integration?” asked the chairmen.

“Yes, it is called a school. Older humans teach the younger ones, and this sub-society has its own hierarchal structure. The Jake subject spends much of his daily hours in this school. I believe that a future study should be launched into the sub-culture, but for now, we can only employ drag-net data from Jake’s neural recorder. Unfortunately, this requirement to attend this school takes him away from his perspective mate for much of the daylight waking period.

“But what of the Tilda subject, surely she can attend such a culture with the Jake?” asked the chairmen.

“Unfortunately not, it seems she has other obligations which include nest maintenance, substance preparation, and an obligation to the larger society as a celebrity journalist.”

“A what?”

“Celebrity journalist. They report events on well-known humans.” Said Grognack.

“Like world leaders and philosophers?”

“More like entertainers, musicians, and humans with ostentatious displays of surplus resources.” Said Grognack.

“Ridiculous! Is the Tilda forced into this role through an honor code or as punishment for a crime?”

“Quite the contrary, it is a way of generating more resources for the nest.”

“The comical absurdities of primitive cultures. But why are they mating with others outside the pairing? I thought humans were like some avians that mated for life?”

“That doesn’t seem to be the case. When we did our initial observations, we hadn’t known that the Tilda already had a mate. A Robert. This one has also already been earmarked in for future analysis. From our limited observations he works as a kind of living calculator for resource audits.”

“A grim profession. What about the Jake, I see that he also has had a sexual interaction, but not with the Tilda.”

“About that.” Said Grognack. “The Jake has apparently been claimed by a female at his school. As she was the only one brave enough to approach the warrior.”

“Jake is part of a warrior class, how interesting.”

“Indeed, he is a warrior for his school, he competes in a conflict called hockey, where warriors face off on a sheet of ice and try to get a ‘puck’ into the enemy’s goal. The victors get great honor and acclaim, with very little in the way of actual bloodshed. A third party, known as…the referees…makes sure the battle is waged in a way where killing and bloodshed is forbidden. It is all very ritualized.”

“And his mate approves of this sexual pairing?”

“Apparently so, our readings of the Tilda have shown that she is aroused by it. We have been hypothesizing that the successful mating in the males increases desirability among females. Even allowing the mating to happen in her nest. That night she approached her first mate, the Robert, and mated with him.”

“But how are you going to get the Tilda and Jake to mate?” asked Sgragathore.

“We have done all we can for the moment. All we can do is observe. But on the plus side, the Tilda and the Jake are interested. They show increased arousal around each other, and the Tilda is giving deference to her young mate. We believe we have caught them at the beginning of a complex courtship. One where the females hold the pace of connection. Where females allow the males the privilege of mating.

“So why was the Jake’s mating with the Malissa so quick, while the mating with the Tilda has yet to be observed?”

“I assume it is the difference in social hierarchies. The Tilda has an established nest with a mate. The Tilda runs the nest, but the warrior Jake needs permission before he can exert his power over the Tilda. This behavior was seen in Jake’s acquired mate of the Malissa. She is a part of his peer group, where is the Tilda is not. She is interested, but she maybe testing his patience and his dedication to her nest and his skill at this school and as a warrior.”

“All of this analysis from just two days of study? I shouldn’t have doubted you Grognack. You truly are a peerless researcher.”

“I serve the zoological society.” Said the head researcher. His intercom then buzzed.

“Grognack, the Tilda and the Jake are alone, we think we might get some more data.” Said his intern over the com.

“Thank you Gerokadile. Chairmen, I’m afraid I must cut short our meeting. I will be sure to send you hourly data packets.”

“May the mathematical anomalies be in your favor Grognack. Your little side project might start baring some very interesting data.”

*

Tilda had just washed up and gotten into her nightwear. A pair of soft pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt with her favorite band. She padded downstairs to find that not only had Robert finished with cleaning up but Jake was back. Her heart skipped when she saw her son. He looked worn out like he had just run a marathon. Tilda suspected he gave his girl a good rutting on the way back. What a strong virile boy she had. She still had a fire in her belly, and she needed a man inside her again. Jake went and sat in the living room, giving her a chance to talk to her husband who was just finishing up.

“You sure you don’t want to go for round two honey?” she whispered in his ear, while grabbing his waist from behind him. She made sure that her breasts were pressing into his back.

“I would if I could honey.” He whispered back, turning to face her. “But you and the day has worn me out. I can make it up to you tomorrow if the body is willing.” Tilda nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder. He was a good man. She loved him. She needed him to quash this fire in her loins with his seed. She took his free hand and slid it down her pajama bottoms so he could feel how wet she was. Robert gave a tiny gasp before looking around, making sure Jake couldn’t see them.

“This is waiting for you. Whenever you’re ready. I’ve been hot to trot lately.” Said Tilda.

“Maybe it’s a hormone change?” he said, as he continued to finger her sensitive places.

“I’m too young for menopause.” she said, with a quiet gasp.

“Even so, whatever’s going on, know that I’m a big fan.” He said before giving her a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues explored for several long moments. Robert felt like this was a second wind in their marriage. A doubling of the fires of their love. Tilda was just hoping to excite him enough so that he would take her upstairs and nail her to the mattress with his manhood. The kiss ended, and Robert pulled his hand from his wife’s sex.

“I’m going to bed early, honey. I can’t believe it’s only eight in the evening, but I am dog tired. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.” He said.

“That’s alright honey.” Said Tilda feeling very disappointed but not showing it. “You get your rest. I’ll watch a movie or something with Jake. It will allow me to cool my heels a little.” She smiled kissing her husband on the lips with a peck.

“Good night, honey.” Said Robert disentangling from his wife’s arms and heading upstairs.

“Good night, dear.” Said Tilda. At least Jake was up, maybe a good film or show was on. Tilda entered the living room where Jake was. Watching a rerun of his favorite fantasy drama. The adult cable show had some intrigue happening on the scene while Jake spread out on the couch.

“Mind if I join you honey?” she asked. Hoping he would let her.

“Sure Mom,” said Jake. Tilda sat down next to him and scooted closer. She pulled her shirt down, to show more cleavage, because she remembered his interest from this morning. Tilda would normally sink into the story of whatever shows going on, but instead she remained hyper focused on Jake. Silently focused on even the tiniest movements he made. He was fixed to the political tension on screen. Something about a princess of dragons and her royal line or something. It was so hard to follow those shows sometimes. When the commercial started, Jake sighed before slumping back.

“I hate commercials.” Said Jake looking at his attentive mother. His gaze drifted down to her cleavage. He wished Malissa was here.

“I hate them as well.” She said arching her back and pulling her shirt tight against her, to accentuate her breasts. Her nipples were clearly showing.

“You should order the shows streaming service, so we don’t have to bother with commercials.” He said.

“Your right,” nodded Tilda. She immediately began downloading the app on the tv and before long there were watching the show again without commercials.

“Thanks Mom,” he said not even bothering watching the show anymore.

“Anything for you sweety.” She smiled at him. Tilda’s heart was racing. For some reason she was getting a rush of exhilaration from just being close to Jake. He was boredly fixated on her breasts.

“That looked expensive, you bought the two-year program.” He said. Like this morning he had reached out and with his finger pulled down her shirt.

“It was, but you made a persuasive argument.” She gulped. Tilda was stock still. Why did she allow her son to do this. A healthy curiosity was one thing, but she remembered boys didn’t do this kind of thing with their mothers. Even so, she did nothing as he pulled down her shirt, stretching the material.

“What is happening in the show?” she asked. She wanted to know what interested him about this show.

“I don’t know. I just know that naked women sometimes show up, and there is lots of sex.” He said.

“You are at that age.” She said as she felt his finger touch the side of her breast. He was tracing underneath it, exposing more and more mammary.

“What age?” he asked. Not really paying attention to the thin conversation they were having.

“Where you just want to see a pair of breasts.” She said and her own breast popped out in full view of her son. “No matter who they belong to.”

“I just like looking at them.” He said. “I wish Malissa was here.”

“Your new girlfriend? She was very pretty.”

“Yeah, and super tight.” He said. Jake wished Malissa was bouncing on his dick while he looked at his mother’s breasts.

“I heard you earlier. She was a bit of a screamer.” She said. She honestly didn’t know what she should be doing in this situation. There was no ‘how to’ manual for when your son was ogling your breasts while saying how tight his girlfriend was.

“Was she? I was focused on other things at the time.” When he said this, there was a scene switch where the story smash-cut to a knight riding a damsel doggy style. It was a surprise to both mother and son whose fixation on each other broke.

“Oh, is this one of the scenes you were talking about.” Said Tilda. Tilda couldn’t believe they showed this on TV. It wasn’t exactly porn, but it was certainly erotic.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Said Jake as he began to take off his pants. Tilda was so shocked she didn’t know what to do. So, she went still like a dear in the headlights. Jake tossed his pants aside and began masturbating. He was already at full mast.

“Oh, oh honey. Do you…want me to go?”

“No, you can stay Mom.” He grunted as he jerked himself. Tilda sat their while her son pleasured himself. Her core was on fire. She wouldn’t be surprised if she left a puddle on the couch. Her son was completely fixated on the T.V. and all she could do was sit idle. A part of her was screaming how inappropriate this was. How utterly abnormal and immoral it was. What would her church members thing about this. But at the same time, she had an almost crushingly overwhelming drive to please Jake. When the scene was over, he began rewinding to start the scene over again. Smash-cut to the knight railing the damsel. Like she wished Robert would do to her. Tilda broke out of this reverie when Jake grabbed her upper arm and pulled her close to him, so she was leaning against him. Tilda was shocked but went limp next to him. If he wanted her there it was the best place for her to be. It wasn’t a strange thing, to want to be close to one’s mother. Then Jake looped his arm around her, under her arm pit and began fondling her breast.

This was beyond the pale. A little staring was fine. Even stretching her clothes was fine to get a better peak. But he shouldn’t be doing this…fondling his mother while masturbating to another woman on the television. However, Tilda’s and Jake’s brains were thoroughly compromised. Jake was programed to seek sexual pleasure from the women around him. Tilda was programed to respond to Jake’s needs.

Neither of them knew this. Jake saw nothing wrong with what he was doing. It’s what his mother was there for. To help him out. She likewise believed the same thing. Jake fondled his mother’s breasts while wishing he was fondling the breasts of the woman on screen. When the scene was over, Jake began fast forwarding the episode, knowing that there was at least another sex scene. That however kept him from jerking himself.

“This isn’t working.” He sighed.

“Oh dear, is there something wrong?” she asked as he played with her hard nipple through her shirt.

“Yeah, I can’t jerk off and scene hunt at the same time. Here, you do it.” Said Jake. Tilda thought he meant scene hunt while he masturbated, but she was dead wrong. Jake took her hand and placed it on his penis. For a moment she was so stunned at the audacity. She didn’t know what to do or say.

“Come on Mom, up and down.” He said, and just like that Tilda was masturbating her son while he groped and fondled her while looking for more sex scenes. Nothing more was said as the two engaged in their tasks. With Tilda doing all the work while her son just enjoyed the sensations she gave. Tilda’s mind was buzzing. As a good Christian mother this was totally out of line. But at the same time, he obviously needed this. She heard him have sex with Malissa twice today and he most certainly fucked her again on his walk home. His hormones must be in overdrive. He is, after all, at that age.

But I’m his mother, she told herself as she continued to pleasure her son. By now his hand had reached under her shirt and he was fondling her directly. Skin on skin. He wasn’t even paying attention to her. He was just scrolling through scenes as she rubbed his penis during periods of intermittent silence and onscreen fornication. Eventually he paused the show on a scene where the actress was making an orgasmic display of lust, with bouncing tits and a quivering body. He then set it on a five-minute loop of the scene. Mother and son were squeezed together, as Tilda rubbed her son who was fixated on the show. Tilda kept on masturbating her son quickening her pace as his breathing increased.

He must be close, she thought. He wasn’t even fondling her breast anymore he just held her mammary in place with a tight grip. With out warning he took his penis from her hand and began to speedily masturbate. He was fully concentrated on his task. Tilda didn’t want to distract him so close to the finish line. But as his speed and breathing increased, certain questions entered her mind. They didn’t have a tissue, what was his plan for cleaning up? Should I be doing anything? Should I be helping him with this at all? Why is he angling himself toward me?

Then as he shifted his position, a number of those questions got answered all at once. He shot several strands of seaman that landed on her exposed belly, clothed breasts, and pajama bottoms. Jake then collapsed back on the sofa. His hand once again jiggling her breast.

“Thanks Mom,” he said finally acknowledging her. He then kissed her on the cheek.

“No problem honey,” she replied. Trying to figure out if what they did was inappropriate. It seemed like it must have been something serious. It’s not every day a mother is felt up by her son while he watches naughty tv shows. That’s not even including Jake openly masturbating in front of her and asking her for help. Surely, it didn’t rank any worse than taking a cookie before dinner…right?

“Eww I got come on my hand,” said Jake looking at his seed that dribbled down after his first couple squirts. Tilda felt her mouth water, and her core quiver in delight when she saw her son’s reproductive seed. It was a visceral reaction, and several modified neurons in her head sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She was having micro-orgasms next to her son, and it was all she could do to stay up right.

“I didn’t think we would need a tissue honey. I will be sure to keep them handy from now on.” Said Tilda.

“That’s alright Mom,” he said taking his hand wiping it off on her favorite shirt. He added another smear of come that glistened in the half light of the sexy women on the screen. Blobs of white viscous goop pooled and began sinking into her clothes. As an afterthought, Jake wiped the head of his penis on her pajama leg. “See, all cleaned up.”

“Glad I could help,” swallowed Tilda. There was so much of his come on her now. All she could do was stay still to keep some vestige of decorum.

“Well, I’m off to bed, I’ve seen this episode anyway. Goodnight Mom.” Said Jake leaving his pants on the floor and his come covered mother on the couch. When Tilda heard her son go upstairs her hand immediately shot into her pajamas and she began massaging her clitoris. She was in ecstasy as waves of micro-orgasms rolled over her. She could feel a big one building. Like a huge wave coming in from the ocean. As if on instinct and totally beyond her control she took a blob of come off her shirt and began to suck on it. When her son’s genetic load hit her tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as the modified part of her brain flooded her body with a massive orgasmic pulse. Electric pulses shot from her clit and out into the rest of her body as she twitched and convulsed in overwhelming delight. The orgasm she had with her husband didn’t even compare. When she was done, she was left panting, and she dully watched the woman on the screen have her own theatrical orgasm for what felt like the ninth time.

When the post orgasmic haze subsided, Tilda went back into full mother mode and took Jake’s pants to the laundry room. She didn’t even bother cleaning the come off her body and clothes, and eventually she went to bed with the crusty come still on her.

*

Jake did not have a restful sleep. His dreams were inundated with visions of beautiful women with wide swaying hips that caressed and pleasured him. He lounged with them, chased them, flew on planes with these faceless beauties. They swallowed his cock, they presented their breasts, and happily sat on his penis. These faceless dream beauties bent over and presented their dripping sex. But for all the sights and visions, he was left with limited enjoyment. He was only given a reprieve when he finally woke up to his mother’s gentle cooing.