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Here's part 2

Now, onto the boring stuff

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rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL, part 2
	The Cruise

ON THE SHIP...

James, Sam, Susan, and Elizabeth were all on deck.  Sam had just told a
joke and James was laughing when he was slapped on the back of the head.
Without looking at who did it, James said, "Good morning, Mistress."

Elaine gave him a disapproving stare.  "Good morning, James."

Elizabeth and Sam both said, "Mistress!"

Sam asked, "What are you doing here?  Did you take James up on his offer?"

"Not Exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"It seems your husband," Elaine turned to Elizabeth, "your wife, Linda, and
a few others entered into a conspiracy to get me to take my first vacation
in a decade, despite my direct wishes to the contrary."

James smiled, "You needed this and you know it."

Elaine sat down.  "Granted.  But that still doesn't mean I plan on letting
you out of your punishment."

James quipped, "And you wonder why we call you Mistress."

Elaine laughed.  "Touché.  But that still doesn't mean I plan on going easy
on the two of you."

Susan smiled conspiratorially.  "Promises, promises."

Elaine said, "She said, quoting her fellow conspirator, Norma."  Susan
stuck her tongue out at Elaine.  "Oh, by the way, James, since your mother
has given me permission to spank you, I plan on going particularly hard on
your cute, little ass."

"Oh, my," James said in mock fear, "whatever can I do to mollify you, great
Mistress?"

"Well, you can start by kissing me.  We'll see what else you need to do
after that."

"Gladly."  James leaned over and pressed his lips to Elaine's.

The two of them kissed sensuously, and, when they broke, Elaine said, "You
always were a phenomenal kisser, James."

"Not always.  Just another of the benefits of Tracie."

From down the deck, they heard Melissa ask, "Speaking of which, where is
Tracie?"

"Hi, mom," James said.  "Oh, she's around here someplace.  Tracie does tend
to come and go as she pleases."  James got up.  "Here, mom, take my seat
while I go get another chair."

"Oh, no.  I can go get one of my own."

"Nonsense."  James escorted her to his chair before heading across the deck
to find another chair.

Melissa hadn't wanted to say it, but she didn't want to take James' chair
because SHE was sitting in the chair right next to it.  Trying not to let
her discomfort show, she turned to Elaine and asked, "So, Elaine, I
understand you're some kind of scientist?"

"Mm-hmm.  A biochemist."

"Pardon my ignorance, but what does a biochemist do?"

"I develop new medications and test their effects upon the human body."

"Well, that's all a little beyond me to tell you the truth."

Susan said, "Don't worry.  It's a little beyond everybody.  Elaine is years
ahead of anything anyone else is doing."

As James returned with a chair, Elaine said, "Don't think that flattery is
going to get you out of your punishment, Susan."

"Oh, no, ma'am."  Susan winked at Elaine.

Melissa sighed.  "I envy you youths your sexual freedom."

"Oh, come now," Elaine said.  "You're a youthful, attractive woman.  I bet
you could easily keep pace with any of us in bed."  An image of Melissa and
Elaine naked in the same bed flashed through Melissa's mind and she blushed
crimson.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I keep making you blush."

"It's no problem, really."  Deciding to start giving back what she was
getting, Melissa said, "If I'm going to hang out with kids, I suppose I
should learn to play kids' games."

Elizabeth laughed as Susan, James and Elaine just smiled.  Sam said, "Well
said, mom.  And feel free to join in any games we all play together."

As images of a mass orgy flashed through Melissa's mind, she said, "With
all five of you?  What are you trying to do?  Give your poor, old
mother-in-law a heart attack?"

Sam laughed and hugged Melissa.  "Never, mom.  We all want you to stick
around for a very long time."

Melissa said, "Son, you're being unusually quiet.  What's up?"

"Just... thinking about Tracie.  I think I'm gonna go look for her."

Sam asked, "Want me to go with?"

"Naw, you stay here with mom and Elaine.  But if Elizabeth and/or Susan
could help, it'd be greatly appreciated."

"Sure, hun."

James, Elizabeth, and Susan got up and left the table.  After they left,
Melissa asked Sam, "Why would he ask them, but not you?"

"Because I think they're planning a 3-way."

Elaine added, "Four if they actually find Tracie."

"Well, why didn't he ask you along?"

Elaine said, "In our new found spirit of openness, I think I can tell you
that your son is a phenomenal lover with the endurance of a horse.  If we
all take him on at once, he can and has worn us all to a nub.  So rather
than try, we take turns with him."

To Sam, she asked, "You don't mind?"

"Hell, no, mom.  I know James loves me and no matter who either of us has
sex with, we know we always have first place in each other's hearts."

"I guess it's just kind of unusual for a mother to learn her son is a stud."

Elaine gave a laugh and reached over and gave Melissa a one-armed hug.
When Melissa tensed up, she said, "I'm sorry.  I guess that was a little
too friendly for us, yet."

Melissa felt chagrined.  How could she explain that she had just nearly
orgasmed from Elaine's simple hug.  "No, I just wasn't expecting it.  No
one outside of Sam or James has touched me like that in years."

"Not even your husband?"

Sam said, "Her husband isn't exactly responsive to her needs."

Melissa said, "Don't you start in.  I get enough of that from James."

"Well James is right, mom."

Before Melissa could respond, Elaine said, "Sam, leave your mother alone.
She knows what she's doing."

"Thank you."

Elaine put her hand on Melissa's.  "But I can say that if your husband
isn't doing everything he can to treat you as nicely as he can, then he's a
fool."

Melissa looked into Elaine's guileless eyes and said, "Thank you."

Down in Tracie's cabin, James got in, then stripped off his shirt.  Barely
able to talk, he told the couple, "Lock the door."

As Susan closed and locked the door, Elizabeth asked, "What is it, James?
What's wrong?"

Panting heavily, James quickly brought forth Tracie.  "It's mom.  For some
reason, over the last couple days, she's been super-excited sexually.
Still trying to figure out why, but since my empathy causes me to feel
everything she does, added to the level of sexual excitement we all operate
on, it's incredibly hard to think.  If I'd've stayed up on deck with her a
minute longer, I'd've grabbed someone and taken them right there."

"So what can we do?"

Tracie stood there, so excited that she was unable to move.  In a plaintive
voice, she begged, "Help me find release."

Elizabeth smiled.  "Of course, love."  She took Tracie in her arms and
kissed her.

Just the proximity of Elizabeth's body was enough to cause Tracie to
experience her first orgasm of the day.  And thanks to the release, Tracie
was able to take a more active role.  She reached up, and pulled Elizabeth
to her.  Their bodies mingled, their breasts rubbing passionately.

When they finished their kiss, Susan and Elizabeth helped Tracie (still
incredibly excited) to the bed.  They laid her on her back and began to
slowly stroke her body.  They started on her legs, slowly rubbing and
fondling them, they moved up, avoiding her crotch, rubbing her abdomen,
switching off to her arms, and finally taking a breast each, rubbing, and
sucking till Tracie experienced her second orgasm.

"Fuck me," said Tracie.

Elizabeth responded, "Your wish is our command."

Elizabeth removed her dress, slip and panties, leaving her corset,
stockings and heels on, exposing her dick, while Susan removed James'
shorts and briefs from Tracie.  Susan started to undress as Elizabeth got
on the bed.  Placing her hands under Tracie's thighs, she lifted Tracie's
legs up to her tits, exposing her ass for easy entry.  Elizabeth got close,
pressing her dick to Tracie.

"Shove it in," Tracie begged.  "Please, shove it in."

"Relax, baby," Elizabeth said, "we're here for you."  Tracie tried to relax
as Elizabeth forced her way into Tracie's ass.  Tracie shivered as
Elizabeth pressed their hips together.  Tracie's legs seemed to natural
surround her lover's body and pull her closer.

Now that Tracie's legs were out of the way, Susan, now naked, got up on the
bed and straddled Tracie's head.  Tracie, ever the diligent lover, tilted
her head and started licking Susan's cunt.  She then reached up, took
Susan's breasts in hand and started to rub and knead in the way she knew
Susan liked.  Susan reached out and took her wife's breasts and rubbed
them.  And Elizabeth completed the triangle by taking Tracie's breasts in
hand and began rubbing them as she continued pumping into Tracie's ass.

Tracie trembled and came once again, this time finally regaining enough
control to start taking a more active role in the sexual proceedings.  She
slowed down her tongue on Susan, licking slowly along her slit.  She then
touched Susan's clit with her tongue, brushing it ever so lightly.  Susan
moaned and squeezed her wife's tits.  They moved together sensually until
they came together in a 3-way simultaneous orgasm.

After they calmed down, Tracie said, "Thank you."

Susan said, "Anytime, love.  You ready for more?"

"Actually, I better make an appearance as Tracie.  But if you two could
stay here, out of sight, it'd go a long way to explaining James absence."

"Not a problem, dear.  But what about your mom?  Aren't you worried about
getting overly excited as Tracie around her?"

"Maybe.  But this body seems better able to handle it than when I'm James.
Besides, I don't think mom likes Tracie much.  I think she feels that
Tracie plays far too big a role in our lives."

"If she only knew."  Susan winked at Tracie as she got dressed in a bathing
suit.

Tracie just smiled and left with a quick, "Have fun."

After she was gone, Elizabeth said to her wife, "So do you want to just
wait around for a while or did you have something else in mind?"

Susan just growled and tackled her wife.

**************

THE NEXT MORNING AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM...

Jack woke up, his body aching with sexual need.  His cock was so hard with
"blue balls", that he couldn't even think straight.  He reached up grabbed
his dick and started pumping.  With his free hand he stroked his nipple.
And before he remembered what doing so would mean, he was spraying into the
air.  Jack felt his body tremble and change.

He got up, his new DD's bouncing as he moved.  He should now be
38DD-31-36.5.  He went into the bathroom and got another shock as he looked
in the mirror.  "My hair!  It's grown!"  His hair had indeed grown out.
Down to his shoulders, in fact.  And his face...  Well, you could still
tell it was him if you looked real close, but otherwise, he looked like a
woman.

Jack wandered out to the main room where he saw another note by the door.
Quickly running over and grabbing it, he sat down to read it.

"Dear Jack,

The fact that you are reading this means that you didn't have the guts to
go out as a woman to meet your wife.  I suppose you think you can just wait
until she returns from her trip.  Well, there are a couple things to keep
in mind concerning that plan.

First, your hotel reservation runs out today, and the hotel you're at takes
pictures of the credit card holder to ensure that no one else uses the
card.  And since you now look more like a woman, and you didn't approve
your wife on your cards as an approved user at the hotel, the hotel will,
in all likelihood, not extend your reservation.

But I suppose you could theoretically con them into extending it (a good
blow job for the manager would probably do it) or you could go to another
hotel and claim that the Jack on your cards is short for Jacqueline (This
would probably go easier if you put an i and an e after your first name on
the signature, "Jackie", and you tell them the embossed name on the front
is a mistake printing).  But if you decide on this course of action,
there's a second problem you need to be aware of.

Included in the chemicals in your body is a bonding element which connects
the portions of your brain which control dreaming, and the portion which
controls your sex drive.  In other words, Jack, starting on your second
night as a she-male, it will be impossible for you to dream anything other
than erotic dreams.  I bet you woke up this morning with a hard-on that you
just had to play with, didn't you?  Did you play with your new titties when
you played with your dick, Jack?

Of course, now that you know about it, you may think you can control
yourself in the morning, and, maybe you can.  But with that much regular
stimulation, combined with the chemicals making you younger (that's a
constant effect till you get to puberty, orgasms just accelerate it.  Oh,
did I forget to mention that in my first letter?), it'll only be another
day or two before you're having wet dreams and orgasming in your sleep.  I
figure by the end of the week, you'll be having 2-5 of those a night.

So if you do decide to wait, expect a bare minimum of 5 cup sizes of
growth.  I honestly expect around 10-15.  Maybe more.

I just wanted to let you know that the offer of a helicopter ride to the
ship is still available, but since you have been so inconsiderate as to
keep your wife waiting, you now have to be dressed for the occasion.  You
will need to be in a bra and panties (my pilot will check), and a dress.
That's right, Jack, a dress.

Now I suggest you get out there and get what you need soon, Jack.  I've
checked.  Most stores in town don't carry bras larger than DDD.  Enough do
so that they won't be that hard to find, but so that you'll need to look,
carry up to EE, and a couple custom lingerie shops carry up to I, but if
you're larger than that, you'll need to special order, and even if you pay
for overnight delivery that's still risking another couple cup sizes of
growth.

Now I suppose it's possible that you've already grown so large that you
won't be able to find a decent dress, so I'll give you a break.  If you're
over a EE (anything over DD is going to require you to shop in stores for
full figured women) then you can get on the helicopter if you're wearing
nothing other than a bathing suit.  A woman's bathing suit, of course.
Today I'll accept a one-piece.  Tomorrow, you'll have to be in a bikini.
You can get that at the same store as you get the bras.

See you soon, Jack.

Love,
Mistress Elaine"

Damn Bitch!  If Jack ever got his hands on her, he'd show her what a real
man could do.  Jack imagined himself bending Elaine over and fucking her
ass.  He imagined her begging to give him the antidote, first to get him to
stop, but then promising to give it to him if he wouldn't.  And before he
knew what he was doing, he was masturbating himself to another orgasm.  He
felt the tremble run through his body and suddenly he was 38DDD-30-37.

"Oh, god," he thought.  The woman was right.  His sex drive hadn't been
this strong since he was in his 30's.  He had to get to his wife.  But was
he really going to have to wear a dress?  After thinking about it, he
realized, yes, he was going to have to wear a dress.

He went through his clothes to find something to wear.  He tried on some
slacks, but all those slid from his waist, exposing his underwear.  He
finally decided on some jogging pants.  The elastic kept them in place, but
they were still loose on him, forcing him to move carefully to keep them
from falling off.  The only thing that would fit his top was his sweat top,
but it barely covered his new mammaries, leaving his midriff bare and
sexily exposed.

He grabbed his belt pouch and put his ID and credit cards in it.  As he
walked out the door, he realized that the ID was useless.  The ID showed a
60 year old man, he now looked like a woman in her late 30s.  Oh, there
were enough similarities that he could pass the ID off as that of a
relative, perhaps a father, but Elaine was right.  There was no way he was
going to pass himself off as Jack anymore.  What name was he going to use,
then?

Jackie?  No, that was the name Elaine had chosen for him, and if he chose
that, it'd be like letting her win.  Perhaps he should just use Melissa's
name.  Yes, that'd be best.  She was his wife.  He had a right to anything
of hers, even her name.

He went down to the desk clerk, got the location of the nearest mall, and
set out.  He went inside to the department store at the end of the mall,
hoping not to go any deeper into the mall than that, but quickly found that
the lingerie section there was woefully understocked and had nothing larger
than a D cup.  He found himself becoming quite aroused just being there and
wondered whether or not his erection was visible.  He briefly considered
going into the bathroom and jacking off, but dismissed it as soon as he
remembered what would happen if he did.

After a third pass through, hoping to find something, he realized that he
was going to have to go to the specialty stores deep within the mall.
Sighing, he headed off.  As he walked through the mall, he noticed all the
men staring at him and grew uncomfortable.  Unfortunately, he made the
mistake of speeding up, causing two things to happen.  One, his tits nearly
bounced out from his sweat top, and two, his sweat pants nearly fell off.
The combination of which, of course, attracted the attention of every guy
within line of sight.

Jack got to the lingerie shop and quickly ran inside.  Almost as soon as he
got inside a pretty, young salesgirl pounced on him.  "Can I help you?"

Jack almost said no, but realized that he didn't know the first thing about
choosing lingerie.  And, although he had his dimensions if Elaine was right
about how he had changed, she could be wrong (she was only a woman, after
all).  "Uh, yeah.  I need some new lingerie."

"Of course, what size do you wear?"

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure of your measurements?"

"Well, I've... recently lost a lot of weight, and don't know my new
measurements yet."

"Well, let's get your new measurements.  Step into the dressing room and
I'll get a tape measure."

Jack went into the dressing room and waited.  A few seconds later, the
salesgirl stepped into the booth he was in and said, "Okay, take off those
sweats, and I'll get your measurements."

Jack gulped, and said, "No, I can do it, thanks."

The salesgirl said, "Well if you insist, but these measurements are always
more accurate when taken by someone else. Relax, hun, we're very discrete
here."

"Well, I guess so."  Jack stripped off his sweat tops.

"Okay, extend your arms out to your sides."  Jack did as he was asked, and
the woman ran the tape measure around him under her breasts.  As she did
so, her hands casually seemed to brush his nipples, sending an almost
electric shock through his body, giving him a hard-on he hoped wasn't
visible.

"Okay, base measurement is a 38."  She ran the tape measure around his
breasts, her fingertips lightly stroking his nipples again.  "Okay, widest
point is 44 inches which gives you a cup size of DDD.  Now drop your pants
and I'll get your waist and hip measurements."

"Uh, oh," he thought.  He should've seen this coming.  He couldn't let her
see what was under his pants.  What would she think?  "Uh, no, really, I
can do that.  Why don't you get me a selection of bras to choose from?"

"Because most of our lingerie here is sold as bra/panty sets.  And it's
just easier if I have all your measurements at once."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts."  Before Jack realized what she was planning, she reached out and
yanked his pants down, exposing his boxers, and the hard-on contained
within.  "Oh, cool," she said, "you're one of those, whatchamacallits, a
transsexual.  A girl who used to be a guy."

"Uhm, well,..."

"Relax, hun.  I can keep a secret.  We've had a few transvestites, guys who
like dressing as girls, come in here, but you're my first full-fledged
transsexual."  She reached out and pulled Jack's boxers down.  "Wow, you've
got a real stiff one, don't you?"  She took it in hand and started stroking
him.  "Is this because of me, or do you just get a hard-on for women's
clothes?"

Jack moaned, and said, "Well, it's certainly not the clothes."

"That's sweet."  The girl leaned over and pressed her lips to Jack's.  Jack
trembled, between the kiss and this woman's hand on his dick, he was in
sexual ecstasy.  It wasn't until she started to fondle his breast that he
remembered his current situation and what would happen if he orgasmed again.

He tried to push her away, but his hands betrayed him.  As soon as they
touched her, he pulled her to him, mashing their breasts together (a
pleasurable sensation, but one Jack felt he could do without).  Unable to
think straight, he reached under the woman's skirt and started to remove
her panties.

"Oh, you're a frisky one," she said.  She let him remove her panties then
put him on his back on a small bench in the booth.  The bench was barely
long enough to hold him, and his head and legs hung off the end.  She
straddled his hips, and slowly lowered herself onto him.  She rode him,
bouncing up and down on his dick while he just lay there enjoying it.

It didn't take long before he was spraying deep into her.  Then it happened
again.  His body trembled, and this time, he could see his breasts grow.
Luckily the woman didn't seem to notice it.  As she climbed off of him, she
said, "Not bad, hun, but if you're going to be a proper lesbian you should
spend a little more energy on your partner, rather than just laying on your
back and receiving pleasure.  That kind of classically male behavior is
what turned me off of them in the first place.  Now stand up so I can get
your measurements."

Jack stood up, amazed.  He didn't say anything, but was amazed that this
pretty lady was a lesbian.  He thought that all lesbians were just ugly
businesswomen who had so few domestic skills that they couldn't get a real
man.

After the woman got his measurements, (a 29 waist, and hips a little
smaller than 38) she left to get some selections for him to check out, and
he had a chance to ponder some of the other things she had said.

Transvestites?  Men who dressed as women?  Okay, maybe there were a few
sissy types who might not be man enough to handle themselves, but did they
really go out and buy fancy lingerie for themselves?

And transsexuals?  Women who used to be men?  Were there really such
things?  He had heard of such... people, but had dismissed their existence
as mere stories.  After all, why would anyone want to be a woman after
having been a man?

The woman returned with a small collection of bra and panty sets.  As she
helped Jack into the bra, she said, "Hmm, this is a little tight."  Jack
remained silent.  What was he going to say?  That thanks to the orgasm he
had had, he was now a cup size larger?  She removed the bra and said, "Let
me remeasure."

She took the tape measure and checked.  "Hmm, it seems I mismeasured.
You're 45 inches around your widest point, which makes you an E cup.  My
apologies.  That's the first time I ever made that mistake."  She went out
into the store and returned with a new collection of bra/panty sets.

She helped him into the new bra.  "There.  Perfect fit."

"Uhm, thanks."

"So would you like to try on some others or would you just like to purchase
them blind."

"Well, I think I'll just buy just this one."

"Just the one?  Why?  It's clear you don't have any others, otherwise you
would've been wearing them."

"Well, uhm."  Great.  What was he going to say?  He didn't have any other
lingerie because as of two days ago he didn't have any reason for it?  Then
he had it.  "It's just that I recently lost all my ID and credit cards
along with my lingerie in a fire.  I've got my father's ID, but I don't
want to risk causing any hassle with him and the credit card company by
buying a lot of lingerie on his card."

"Oh, I see.  I am going to have to see the credit card.  Did your father
give you a signed note allowing you to use it?"

Damn, he should've thought of that.  Jack fished the ID and card out of his
jogging pack.  "No, but he did give me his ID."  He handed the cards to the
salesgirl.

She took one look at the ID and said, "Oh, yes, I can clearly see the
family resemblance.  Let me go run this through the machine.  If it clears
then we can see what we can do about getting you at least a couple extra
sets.  What's your name?"

"Melissa," Jack said, thankful he hadn't forgotten and used his real name.

The salesgirl left, and returned a few minutes later.  "Good news, Melissa.
I called the credit card company, and it appears that your father has you
as an approved user of his credit card, so you can make as many purchases
as you want."

Damn.  He should've thought of that.  Although he rarely let her have the
credit card, Melissa was approved to use it since he wouldn't let her have
one of her own.  Now how was he going to convince this girl that he wasn't
going to need a collection of bras?  Then he thought about it.  He was
going to need a few smaller bra sizes.  Even with his new sexual stamina
there was no way he could just grab his wife and pump a half dozen loads
into her.  And he supposed he might need one or two bras of a larger size
if he didn't get to his wife before tomorrow.

"Well, maybe I can buy two or three sets.  Do you mind if I just wear this
one without taking it off?"

"Sure, hun."

"I'd also like to buy a few sets for some friends of mine as gifts.  Since
I'm already here, I mean."

"Of course, hun.  Do you know their bra sizes?"

"Uhm, they're all 38.  One at a size larger than mine, one a size larger
than that."

"So that's one double E, and one F."

Jack thought about it.  After he met his wife he could probably drop a load
or two in her right away, then after another hour or 	so another couple.
"Uhm, better give me one double D, one D,... Ah, hell, just give me one of
every size smaller than my own."  Any he didn't need he could return.

"Of course.  I'm afraid the only 38A or 38B sizes we have here are all
either padded or push-up of some form or another."

"Well, that's okay."

"Would you like to make the selections yourself?"

"No, I trust your judgment."

"Very good."

As the lady left, Jack got his sweats and put them on.  After he did he
took a look at himself in the mirror.  He realized he had experienced an
orgasm and his tits were larger now, but in the bra they now seemed
positively huge!  Did all bras do this?  His wife's didn't seem that much
larger when she was wearing a bra as opposed to when she wasn't.  It was
probably just that his own tits were so much larger than his wife's now.

Jack walked out to the main area of the store and paid for his purchases.
As he left the store, he passed a woman who gave him a curious look.  After
he was gone, the woman, a store employee, walked up to her fellow
salesclerk and asked, "Was that woman wearing a push-up bra?"

"Uh-huh."

"I will never understand why women with breasts that large ever decide to
wear push-up bras."

"Mainly because that "woman" was Jack Smith, the guy Elaine warned us was
coming, and had no idea that he was being sold a push-up bra."

"Damn!  He would have to come in on my break."

"Well, if you hurry, I'm sure he's headed to the full-figured shop for a
dress.  But take it from me, you didn't miss much.  He's a pretty poor lay,
even for a guy."

"Naw, not worth it.  Let Julie and Amy play with him.  So how much did we
make on him?"

"Fifteen bras, all very expensive push-ups with matching panties."

"That's over five hundred dollars worth of lingerie.  Didn't he say anything?"

"The fool never even looked at the sales slip."

The other woman shook her head.  "What do you think the fool would've done
if he knew that Mistress Elaine owned every lingerie and full-figured
ladies' shop within 15 miles of his hotel?"

"I guess it's just lucky for our sales that he didn't."

The two girls laughed at Jack's predicament.

****************

ON THE SHIP THAT SAME MORNING...

Tracie and Sam were sitting together by the pool, kissing, when Melissa,
dressed in a bathing suit, walked up.  "Hello, ladies."

"Mom."

"Mrs. Smith."

"How are you two doing?"

"Fine, mom.  We were just sitting back getting some sun."

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"No problem with me.  Tracie?"

"Oh, please do."

Melissa sat down on a chair beside them.  "I like your outfit, mom.  Don't
get me wrong.  The dresses are nice, but since you've got the figure to
pull this off, you should really wear this stuff more often."

Melissa sighed.  "Don't get me wrong, Sam, but I'm really getting tired of
your kids' pushing.  I only got this suit because I got a promise from
James to quit bugging me about my outfits.  And I'd really appreciate it if
you'd drop it, too."

"Sorry, mom."

"Speaking of which, where is James?"

"He said something about an early morning workout.  I'm not sure if he
meant a workout in the gym or a jog on deck."

"Could you go get him, Sam?"

Tracie said, "I'll go."

As Tracie started to get up, Melissa said, "Actually, I was hoping to speak
to you alone.  Sam, could you?"

"Uhm..."  Sam looked to Tracie, who just sat back down and nodded.

After Sam got up and left, Melissa said, "Miss Smith, let me do you the
favor of being blunt."

"Please call me Tracie."

"No, for this conversation I don't think I should."

"Sounds serious."  Tracie knew it was serious from her empathy, but had
hoped to try to defuse it by being as friendly as possible.

"It is.  I wanted to talk to you about the role you play in my son's and
Sam's life.  I'm worried that maybe you're too strong a presence.  They
tell me that you helped them through a rough spot, and I'm wondering if
their gratitude isn't causing you to get feelings that they should be
keeping for each other."

"Mrs. Smith, I understand your worries.  I myself wonder if I don't
sometimes play too prominent a role in their lives.  But, please, take my
word for it, I would never, ever come between Sam and James.  And if either
ever wanted me from their lives, I would fade out, never to be seen again."

"Perhaps you should do that anyways.  I don't think Sam or James would ask
you to leave, and if you do play too strong a role, it can only hurt them
if you stay around."

"Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry, but I can't do that right now."

"And why exactly not?  If you care as much about them as you say, you
should at least be willing to spend more time away from them."

"Mrs. Smith, they still need me.  James still needs me in particular."

"Why?  Why do you play such an important role in my child's life?"

Dodging the issue, Tracie said, "Mrs. Smith, that's really something you
need to ask your son directly.  It'd violate our friendship for me to tell
you."

"But-"

Just then Elaine walked up and said, "Good morning, ladies."

Melissa stared at Elaine, her body thrilling at the sight of her.  Had she
not been so enamored of Elaine she would've noticed Tracie grab the chair
tightly to avoid reacting to the sudden waves of lust that threatened to
overwhelm her.  Melissa said, "Uhm, hello, Elaine."  Why did she feel like
some silly school girl in the presence of this woman?

Elaine, who had been informed of Tracie's situation with regards to her
mother, and who had also just seen Sam, noticed Tracie's reaction and
decided to help.  "Tracie, I just saw James in the gym, and he was
wondering if you wanted to join him in a workout."

"Sure, if you'll excuse me."

Melissa said, "I'll go with you."

Elaine put her hand on Melissa's arm and said, "Actually, Mrs. Smith, I was
wondering if you and I could take a little while and get to know each other
a little better."

Melissa stopped.  For a brief few seconds she couldn't move, unable to tear
her eyes from Elaine's, like a bird caught in a cobra's glare.  When she
was finally able to tear her eyes away, she looked up and Tracie was gone.
"Excuse me, Elaine, I'd like that, but I've got something I'd really like
to discuss with James."

Elaine tried to say something more but before she could, Melissa walked off
towards the gym.  "Damn," she thought, "where are Susan and Elizabeth when
I need them?"  She took off after Melissa, but when she went through the
doors that Melissa had gone through, she found herself at the intersection
of a T of hallways, with Melissa nowhere to be seen.  "Damn."  Elaine took
off towards the gym at a dead run.

As soon as she was gone, a closet door opened up and Melissa stepped out.
Melissa didn't want to believe it, but she had suspected Elaine, Susan, and
Elizabeth of trying to keep her from confronting Tracie.  Now there was
still no definitive proof of it, but if Elaine was trying to keep her and
Tracie apart then the gym was the last place where she would find either
Tracie or James.

The question now was, where would she be?  Deciding on the obvious answer,
Melissa went to Tracie's cabin.  When she turned down the hallway that led
to Tracie's room, she barely had time to duck back around the corner before
Sam and Tracie, walking arm in arm, saw her.  Melissa peeked around the
corner, and saw the two ladies walk up to Tracie's door, kiss each other in
an overtly sexual way, and then go inside.

Melissa tiptoed up to the door and put her ear to the door.  Inside she
heard Tracie say, "Oh, yes, I need you, baby."

"Is mother still bothering you?"

"More than you know."

Well, that seemed rather rude of Sam.

"Still no idea why?"

"Not yet.   It's just too hard to think around her.  She just excites me so
much."  Melissa smiled.  It was good to know she could still have that
effect on others, particularly when Tracie had been having a similar effect
on her.  "I need some release.  I need you inside me."

"Anything for you, my love."

Melissa heard some moving around inside, and assumed (rightly so) that the
two ladies were getting undressed.  Tracie said, "Oh, yes, stick it into
me.  I need you now."

Stick it into me?  What was she talking about?  Curiosity got the better of
Melissa, and she opened the door a crack and looked inside.  Both Tracie
and Sam were facing away from the door, Tracie bending at the waist and
further away than Sam.  Sam stepped up to her and started pressing
something into Tracie's ass, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

What was she doing?  She must have one of those, what do you call 'em,
dildoes.  The kind she had seen in the sex shops when she was out alone,
but had never had the courage to buy.  The angle was all wrong for Melissa
to get a good look at it, but it did seem to be particularly lifelike.

As Sam pressed into Tracie, Melissa couldn't help but wonder what it would
be like to be on the receiving end of a plastic cock.  She imagined herself
in Tracie's position, Sam shafting cleanly and smoothly into her.  As Sam's
hands wandered over Tracie's rear and abdomen, Melissa's hand wandered down
her own frame until they reached the now soaked crotch of her bathing suit.
As Sam grabbed Tracie's hips and pulled her back, Melissa snaked her
fingers into her own cunt.

And as Sam proceeded to rub her hands along Tracie's body, eventually
reaching and fondling her breasts, Melissa's spare hand rubbed her own
nipples through the bathing suit she was wearing.  Then, in time to Sam's
thrusts into Tracie, Melissa thrust her fingers into her cunt.  It didn't
take long and soon, Tracie was screaming in orgasm, causing Melissa to
orgasm at the same time, biting her lip to keep from screaming along with
Tracie.

Tracie said, "Oh, that was wonderful, love.  And, oh, so necessary."

"Any time.  So you ready for more?"

"Always.  So who do you love more?  Me or James?"

"Right now, you're the leader in that category."

WHAT?!  Melissa was shocked.  It was one thing to have a live-in lover that
both Sam and James had sex with, but saying that you loved that lover more
than your spouse is something that never should be done.  Not even in jest!

Melissa took off.  She had to find James.  She had to discuss this with
him.  If necessary confronting Sam and Tracie in person.  James had to know
what was going on between his wife and his lover, no matter what the
consequences.

**************

AT THE HELICOPTER PAD ON TOP OF ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Jack walked up to the helicopter pilot who was leaning against the
helicopter, reading a newspaper.  "Well, I'm ready."

The woman folded up the newspaper and said, "Alright, let's see it."

"See what?"

"Your panties.  Lift your dress."

"What?"

"I know for a fact that Mistress Elaine told you that I would be checking
your lingerie.  Now I can plainly see through that somewhat translucent top
that you are wearing a bra around your rather prodigious bosom, but I can't
see whether you're wearing panties under that leather mini you're wearing.
So lift it up a bit and let me see if you're wearing some panties."

Jack cringed a bit, but did as he was ordered.  When Norma saw the panties,
she said, "Get in," and got into the pilot's seat.  As she started up the
engine, she said, "So how'd they convince you to buy that dress?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, even you must be able to see how suggestive that dress is.  The
see-through top with the low-cut cleavage, the leather mini-skirt bottom.
It barely covers you.  I believe the phrase that applies is "more naked
than naked"."

"The salesgirl said it would be flattering to my figure."  As well as the
two of them having sex with him, causing another couple cup sizes of
growth.  "I couldn't figure out a way to tell them I didn't need a figure
flattering dress.  They kept telling me that a girl with a figure like mine
shouldn't hide it."

Norma just smiled.  Had Jack had the guts to tell them what he really was,
and face the embarrassment of being a punished, feminized male then the
girls at the store had orders to leave him alone.  She got the helicopter
started and took off.  Now it was time to see if Jack had the
perceptiveness to figure out what he had to do next.

**************

BACK ON THE SHIP, LATER THAT SAME DAY...

Melissa had been looking for her son all morning.  She had run into Susan,
Elizabeth, Elaine and even Sam and Tracie, but each told her that she had
just missed James.  She was beginning to wonder if maybe something untoward
had happened to James when she saw him on one of the pool chairs, Samantha
sitting on his lap.  She briefly grew angry at Sam, thinking that the girl
had betrayed her son.  She stormed right up to him.  "James, we need to
talk.  Now!"

Sam asked, "Mom, is something wrong?"

Angry from what she had heard earlier, and frustrated by her hours long
search for James, Melissa said, "Don't mom me, you... you... hussy!"

James said, "Mother!  That's my wife you're talking to!"

"James, that's exactly what we need to talk about!  Let's go back to your
cabin.  Samantha, you should come along.  I have some things I want to see
if you have the guts to admit to."

Just then the ship's purser came up.  "Mrs. Melissa Smith?"

"Yes?!  What is it?!"

The purser was a bit taken aback by the savagery of her response, but
managed to say, "I have a message from your husband."

Suddenly the years of abuse kicked in, and Melissa grew much more subdued.
"Uh, what is it?"

"He... politely requests your presence in your cabin as soon as you can
possibly manage it."

Torn between her desire to protect her son, and her fear of her husband,
Melissa vacillated in place until James said, "Go ahead, mom.  Sam and I
will wait in our suite until you're finished with dad."

"Uh, okay."

After Melissa left, James asked the purser, "Excuse me, that message, did
you clean it up some?"

"Well, yes, I did.  The man was extremely rude on the phone."

"And the man who left this message.  Did he have a rather effeminate voice?"

"Why, yes, he did.  At first I thought it was a woman, and the man grew
rather irate with me."

James smiled.  "Well, I guess it's time for a confrontation with dad."

Sam got up off his lap.  "Then I guess I'll go back to the cabin and wait
for you two.  I wonder what's got mom's panties in a bunch."

"I'm not sure, but I expect we'll find out soon."

Melissa went back to her suite.  What was her husband doing here?  And how
had he gotten here?  She had seen the helicopter land (Elaine had went to
talk to the pilot), but some big busted brunette had gotten out.  When she
got back to her room, she called out, "Jack?"

From the bedroom, she heard, "In here."

She started towards the bedroom.  "Are you okay?  You sound funny."

"Just get in here."

"I'm coming."

Melissa stepped into the bedroom.  The lights were off, but there was
enough lights streaming in through the portholes (really windows stylishly
designed to look like more authentic versions) for her to see.  But she
didn't see Jack.  "Jack are you here?"

The door closed behind her.  She turned and saw the woman who had gotten
off of the helicopter earlier.  "Who are you?"

At first Melissa thought that Jack had brought home another strange woman
to have sex with (he had done that before), but the woman roughly grabbed
her by the arms and said, "It's me, your husband."

Melissa thought that the woman was nuts, but there was something about her
tone, and definitely something about her face.  Melissa took a good look at
the woman's eyes, and saw it.  The cold cruelty.  The almost calculating
harshness.  "JACK!"  Melissa looked him up and down.  "What the hell
happened to you?!"

"Just shut up and get on the bed!"  Then, before she could respond, he
roughly threw her onto the bed.  Yup, that was Jack.

As Jack ripped off her panties, she closed her eyes and went to that
special place in her mind where Jack wasn't.  While she was watching
butterflies, and smelling roses, Jack started pounding away into her.  It
seemed to take him a little longer than usual, but eventually he started
spraying into her.

She expected him (or was it her now?) to just roll off and fall asleep, but
instead he rolled off and fell on the floor.  She got up and looked at him.
He lay there, his eyes closed in pain.  His whole body trembled until,
suddenly, his dress and bra (he had been wearing a bra?) ripped open, his
massive tits growing even more massive.

Melissa tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was,
"What the?"

Practically in tears, Jack said, "She said they'd shrink if I had sex with
you."

Before Melissa could ask who he was talking about, a voice from the door
said, "Actually, her exact words were, 'Orgasm within your wife after
pleasuring her.'"  The two turned and saw James standing there, casually
leaning against the door frame.  He stood up and walked towards his mom and
dad,  "I know, I helped her write it."

Jack looked at his son,  "You did this to me?  Why?"

"Because of that crap you pulled at my wedding.  I asked you to be nice, to
be polite to my friends, but noooooooo.  You insulted ALL of the women
there, including my wife.  The day that should've been the happiest in my
life was almost ruined by your sexist crap!"

Melissa said, "But what did you do?"

"I had Elaine pump him full of some special compounds she developed.  Any
time he orgasms except after pleasuring you, his proportions become much
more feminine.  His hips widen, his waist shrinks, and his tits grow."

Jack whined, "But I did orgasm in her."

"After pleasuring her, dad.  And since you seem too dense to figure it out,
that means that she's got to orgasm first.  And if you orgasm in her
without her orgasming first, you get not one, not two, but 3 cup sizes of
growth."

Melissa began laughing.  It started with suppressed muffles, but soon moved
to all out laughter.  Jack yelled, "Stop laughing at me!" and tried to
rise.  But with all the extra weight he had on his chest, he lost his
balance and fell back on his ass, which only served to amplify the laughing
fit Melissa was experiencing.

"What's so funny, mom?"

It took a few seconds for Melissa to get it under control.  At which point
she saw her husband struggling to rise and broke out in peals of laughter
again.  After she got it under control, she said, "I was just struck by the
irony of it.  You turn your father into a sexy teenage girl and, in order
to get back to normal, he's got to do something he's never done before in
his life."

"You've never had an orgasm before?"

"Not having sex with your father.  Oh, this is just too funny."

Jack said, "This is NOT funny.  Stop laughing at me!"

"Or you'll what?  You can't even stand up, Jack.  Better be careful or I'll
walk away and you'll be like that forever."

James said, "Oh, I doubt that."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad doesn't just look like a teenager, he's also got the sex drive of one.
Without some form of sexual release, he's going to have at least a couple
wet dreams tonight."

"And he'll still..."  Melissa started laughing again.

Jack yelled, "SHUT UP!"

"Dad, you don't get it, do you?  Without mom you become and stay a
wasp-waisted 13 year old teenage girl with the tits of a porn queen.  And
that'll never change.  Even if she's nice enough to let you get back to
normal, if you ever cum again without pleasuring her, your tits start
growing all over again.  In other words, dad, mom owns you.  You do what
she says, when she says, or you're screwed."

Jack looked up at his wife.  Clearly she was reveling in her newfound
power.  Dejected, he said, "Yes, sir."

Melissa smiled.  "Just sit there, Jack.  No, make that Jacqueline.  Or do
you have an objection to that?"

Jack almost said something, but bit it back.  "No, ma'am, no objections."

"Good.  If you feel up to it, you may crawl on to the bed.  We'll start
your lessons in how to pleasure me tonight."

"Yes, ma'am."

Melissa took her son's arm.  "Come along, son."

After they left the room, James asked, "So you like my gift?"

"I love it.  But that still doesn't help with you and Sam."

"Mom, what's up?"

"When we get to your room.  I don't want to talk behind Sam's back."

They walked into the suite James and Sam shared.  Sam was there reading the
free ship's magazine that was in every room of the ship.  Seeing the two,
she said, "Hi, mom."

"Samantha."

James went over to Samantha and sat beside her.  "I'm not sure how I should
start this."

James wrapped his arm around Sam.  "Start anywhere you'd like."

"Well, I guess it starts this morning.  I had a little talk with Tracie."

"Yes, I know, mom.  You asked her to leave our life.  And although the
thought is appreciated, it was totally unnecessary."

"So she told you about that.  I expected that.  But what she doesn't know,
is that I went after her after she left.  I went down to her room, and saw
Tracie and Sam enter the room.  I went up to the door, and I... well, I
peeked in.  They were having sex."

"So.  You knew that Sam and Tracie were lovers even before that.  I told
you that."

"Yes, but did you know that Sam said she loved Tracie more than you?"

"Oh."  James and Sam smiled at each other.  "I can see where that would be
misconstrued."

"Son, I know you probably think she was just kidding, but you weren't
there.  She was being totally serious."

"I should hope so."

"What?!  Son, you can't be serious.  A man and woman should love each other
above all else.  If she didn't love you above Tracie, she shouldn't have
married you."

James and Sam just grinned at each other.  James said, "I think to clear
this up we're going to have to introduce you up close and personal to
Tracie."

As James stood, Melissa said, "I don't think I need to see any more of Tracie."

James just said, "Mom, just wait."

"But-"

"Mom, shhhh."  James removed his shirt.  Melissa was about to say
something, but James just put his finger to his lips in a silencing
gesture.  He then closed his eyes.  Melissa was about to ask what was going
on when James started to change.  His chest started to swell, forming
breasts.  His waist shrunk, and his hips expanded.  His legs and arms
slimmed and tapered, and his face rounded and smoothed.  Melissa stood
there in amazement as Sam tossed a very realistic blonde wig to her son.
James quickly and expertly put it on, and, as simple as that, Tracie stood
before Melissa.  "Hello, Mrs. Smith."  Then James/Tracie winked at her.

"But how?  Why?"

"Well, you remember me telling you that Tracie had helped us through a
rough spot a while back?"  Melissa nodded.  "Well, about a year ago, I
broke it off with Sam.  I thought I was justified, but it was really just a
selfish, asinine reason.  So Sam went to Mistress Elaine and arranged to
transform me into Tracie.  The original plan was to make it so that she
could transform me at her command, and, like dad is to you, I would become
beholden to her for any time I spent as James."

"So, you're her... sex slave?"

Sam said, "No.  I had been hurt by James and I wanted to teach him a lesson
before I revealed what I had done to him.  But before that James learned
his lesson, and he and Tracie... merged.  Became one person.  He gained
control of the transformation and can be James or Tracie at will.  I can
tell you, it freaked me out when he first transformed without prompting."

"So... if they're the same person, why did you say you loved Tracie more
than James?"

James explained, "It's a play on words, mom.  As a mental exercise, Sam
keeps a running tally of how many times she's had sex with me as Tracie,
and how many times she's had sex with me as James."

Sam said, "Currently Tracie's ahead 273 to 269."

"But why'd you break it off in the first place?"

James said, "That's kind of personal, mom."

Sam put her hand on her husband's arm.  "It's okay, hun.  I think we can
trust mom."  Sam turned to Melissa.  "You see, mom.  James and Jack weren't
the only ones to benefit from Elaine's know how.  I was born Samuel
Nevada."  Sam reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, showing
Melissa a rather large cock.  "And thanks to a problem with the compound, I
can never get rid of this."

"And before I merged with Tracie, if I would've known, I would've dropped
her like a hot stone."

"And now?"

James put his arms around his wife.  "Now only our love matters."

"That's amazing.  Oh, and what I said to you earlier, Sam!  Can you ever
forgive me?"

Sam left her husband's arms and walked to Melissa and gave her a hug.  "Of
course, mom.  You were only trying to protect your son.  As any of us
would."

Melissa hugged her daughter-in-law.  Then she asked, "Son, earlier, when
you were Tracie, you said, I had been driving you crazy.  Don't tell me
you're having sexual thoughts about your dear old mom?"

James was staring at his mom in a weird way.  "Actually, mom, I've been
having sexual thoughts about you since I hit puberty," Melissa blushed,
"but that wasn't what I was talking about."

"Then what?"

"Mom, do you have any lesbian tendencies?"

Melissa could only babble, "I... I...  How..."

James said, "That's it!  And being around Sam, Susan, Elizabeth, Elaine,
and even Tracie all cruise, it's no wonder your sex drive has been going
into overdrive."

Sam walked behind Melissa and hugged her in an overtly sexual way, taking
her breasts in hand and massaging them.  "Mother, you should've said
something.  Any one of us would've been more than willing to help."

"But...  But..."  She wanted to say something to stop it, to deny it, but,
oh, Sam's hands were so marvelous.

Sam said, "Don't try to deny it, mom.  A feminine perspective isn't the
only thing Tracie gave James."

Tracie walked over and reached behind Melissa and unzipped her dress.  "You
see, mom, I also got a psychic level of empathy from Tracie. I'm not just
aware of others' emotional state, I feel it inside my own body.  And to be
quite blunt," Tracie kissed Melissa, "your sexual need has been driving me
crazy all cruise."

Melissa wanted to protest.  This was her son and daughter-in-law, after
all.  But it was really hard to think with Sam's hands roaming her breasts
and abdomen, and James' (Tracie's?) lips on her face and neck.  Melissa
made a last, weak effort to push her son away before succumbing to the
pleasure he and his wife were giving her.  She leaned back against Sam,
turning her neck so as to both give her son greater access to the nape of
her neck, and also to give Samantha a kiss on the lips.

As her son started to remove her dress, she reached up and touched her
son's breasts.  Through panting breath, she said, "They're so real feeling."

"Of course they feel real, mom.  They are real.  As real and as sensitive
as any woman's breasts."

"Amazing."

Sam moved her hands long enough for James to remove Melissa's dress, then
reached around and removed her mother's bra (the clasp was in front between
her breasts).  Melissa looked down with an almost abject fascination as her
breasts were exposed to the young lovers.  Being born before the sexual
revolution, she had been taught that sex was wrong, and that the naked body
was something to be ashamed of, so, with the exception of being bathed as a
small girl, she had never had her body exposed to another.  Even sex with
her Husband had been in the dark.  But now, where she thought she would be
unable to stand it, she found instead the revelation of her body to the
light with others present to be a liberating experience.

She moaned softly, and fell back against Sam as James/Tracie (now this was
going to get confusing in short order) kissed his/her way down her neck,
laying a line of kisses in a spiral around her right breast till he
finally, gently took the nipple in his mouth and sucked it to a hard point.
He then returned his mouth to the nape of her neck and repeated the process
on her left breast.

Melissa tried to remain standing, but her knees buckled from the pleasure
she was experiencing.  Pleasure far greater than any she had ever
experienced before.  Sam caught her, and her son took her in his arms and
carried her to the bed.

Part of her wanted to protest.  Fifty plus years of social conditioning was
not thrown off in a few seconds.  Incest was wrong.  Sex was wrong.
Lesbian love was wrong.  Nudity was wrong.  But somehow, looking up into
the eyes of her son (daughter?), the words seemed foolish and hollow.
Silly, even.

As her son leaned down and kissed her on the lips in a decidedly
non-son-like manner, she felt Sam's hands on her hips, Sam's finger's
sliding under the elastic of her panties.  Sam began to pull the last of
her clothing down.  That part of her that was still resisting knew that
this was the final step.  If she let this happen it would be entering a
whole new world.  A world of sexuality.  A world she had always been taught
was bad, and evil.

But it was a world where her son and daughter-in-law walked freely.  A
world where they loved each other, and their friends, and, yes, even their
mother with all the passion, both physical and emotional, they could
muster.  How could such a world be bad or wrong, much less evil?

Melissa threw caution to the wind and lifted herself from the bed so Sam
could pull her panties down.  She reached up and pulled James' neck down,
briefly surprising him before he matched her newfound passion with his own.
His hand went to her breast and lightly stroked and tweaked the nipple.

As Melissa felt Sam's mouth on her legs, she moaned, this time making no
effort to hide the sound.  Then she felt a strange presence in her mouth.
It took her a few seconds to realize that it was his tongue, and that he
was French kissing her.  It only took her another second to realize that
she liked it.  She playfully batted at his tongue with her own until he
pulled it out of her mouth.  He pulled back and smiled.

She smiled back until gasping when Samantha's lips kissed the lips of her
cunt.  Samantha felt her tongue move slowly along the outside of her
vagina, moving in ellipses, up one side and down the other.  Always coming
tantalizingly close to her clitoris, but every time Melissa thought she was
going to touch it, her tongue moved away in a teasing dance.

James' fingers teased and stroked her and she could barely stand it.  She
whimpered in desire.  Then Samantha, apparently hearing her need, allowed
her tongue to finally touch Melissa's now very aroused love button.  And,
after all the teasing, and stroking, and loving, she orgasmed.  And an
orgasm like this she had never had.  The only way she had ever cum before
had been through masturbating herself (something she had been taught was
also wrong, but which she couldn't ever break herself of the habit of), and
that was nothing... NOTHING as compared to this.  Her body trembled and
shook and exploded.  And as she climaxed for the first time, Samantha
continued to lick her, and James continued to stroke her.

Then, just when she thought it was over, she felt another crest build
within her, exploding before the first was gone.  And between Sam and
James' expert manipulations, it wasn't long before she felt a third and a
fourth orgasm explode within her.  She stopped counting after that as the
lines between her orgasms blurred and they started to come rapid-fire.

At some point, Melissa passed out from the intense sensations she was
feeling.  When she woke up, she was looking up into the faces of her
concerned children (at some point, the distinction in-law had ceased to
hold any meaning for her feelings towards Sam).  Sam asked, "You okay, mom?"

All Melissa could say was, "So that's what a multiple orgasm is like."

James (still in his Tracie body) giggled.  "She's fine."

They helped Melissa to a sitting position.  Woozy, she said, "I was gonna
ask if someone was going to fuck me, but after that, I think I better take
a break and rest."

James said, "Good idea, mom.  Besides, there's something else I want to
discuss with you."

"What's that?"

"Now that you've found some sexual release, I can think straight.  And,
thinking back, I realize that the times that your sexual need was at its
highest was when you and Elaine were both present."  Just the mere mention
of Elaine's name was enough to cause Melissa to "spike" in sexual desire
again, causing James to recoil as the waves of her sexual need washed over
him.  "Woah.  Now I know I'm on the right track."

"Well, Elaine is a very sexy woman."

"Yes, she is.  And I also know that she's as hot for you as you are for
her.  Which is why I hadn't noticed it before.  I wasn't sure which one of
you it was coming from."

"Well then, now what?"

"My suggestion?  As soon as you're feeling up to it, make a pass at her.
She may not be expecting it, but it shouldn't be hard getting her into your
bed."

Melissa blushed a bit, but smiled at the thought of being with Elaine.  "I
just might do that, James."

"One more thing, mom."

"Yes."

James/Tracie went over and got a bikini.  "When I'm in this form,  you have
to refer to me as Tracie.  It prevents problems with strangers."

"Okay, I'll try to remember."  After Tracie was in her suit, Melissa asked,
"Son, since I've never seen you naked as Tracie, do you still have your...
penis?"

"Yes, mom."

Melissa looked at him.  "How do you hide it?"

Tracie smiled.  "There are tricks to it.  Shall we go, ladies?"

They left the room, and Sam and Melissa took Tracie's arms and they walked
together to the deck.  When they got there, they saw Susan, Elizabeth,
Elaine sitting by the pool and a strange woman standing nearby, all dressed
in bathing suits.  Melissa whispered a question into Tracie's ear, and she
said, "I think she'd love that."

Melissa smiled, walked up behind Elaine, and threw her arms around her.
Once Elaine realized who it was, she said nothing, unwilling to disturb the
moment.  After Melissa let her go, she said, "Not that I'm complaining, but
what was that for?"

"I just saw my new and improved husband, and wanted to say thanks."

"You're very welcome."

Melissa gave Elaine a quick kiss on her earlobe, and then deftly slipped
her tongue into the ear itself.  Elaine was surprised, and when she looked
at Melissa, Melissa had already moved over to the strange woman, leaving
Elaine to wonder what had just happened, and whether or not she should be
excited or offended.

Melissa extended her hand.  "Hello.  I don't believe we've met.  My name is
Melissa."

The woman took Melissa's hand.  "My name is Norma.  I pilot Mistress
Elaine's helicopter."

As Melissa sat down, she said, "Well, have a seat and join us."

"Unfortunately I won't be able to have a seat for a little while."

"Why is that?"

"Because Mistress and I just had a "discussion" about my role in tricking
her onto this boat.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but," Norma breathed
out while rubbing her butt, "it does have its side effects."

"Well, I can't say as that I'm sad you brought her.  Elaine has been a
particularly charming companion.  I've thoroughly enjoyed her company, and
hope to see more of her throughout the cruise."

Elaine tried to fathom what Melissa was saying.  Was it really sexual
double entendre, or was she just hearing what she wanted to hear?
Unfortunately, Melissa's face betrayed nothing, which could mean either she
meant nothing by it, or she was a lot better at this game then she had let
on.

Elaine looked to Tracie.  "Don't think I've forgotten your role in this,
young lady.  You've got yours coming, too."

Tracie just winked and smiled.  Sam said, "Ooh, can I watch?"

Elaine laughed.  "You're a bit of a scamp, young lady."

Susan asked, "So who's going into town with the two of us when the ship
pulls into dock tomorrow?"

Tracie said, "Sounds like fun.  You up for it, Sam?"

"Sure.  Mom, what about you?"

"Agreed."  Melissa got an evil smile on her face.  "I even think Jacqueline
should come along.  If only to carry packages."

"You realize he'll protest."

"So?"

Elaine laughed.  "Well, it seems you've got Jacqueline thoroughly under
your thumb.  And just to make sure, the ship stays in town for two days.
Why don't we stay in town overnight?  That way if Jacqueline absolutely
refuses, she can be a little more buxom in the morning."

Melissa laughed.

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All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at jrdss@micronet.net

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net



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