Planet Birth

by Jeneee

On the far side of our galaxy roams a star similar to our own sun, around which orbits a family of eight planets. The third planet from the star is called Birth and is home to a race of beings remarkably similar to humans. In fact, the only difference is the color of their skin - which is a very light green - and that of their blood which is a darker, almost fluorescent green.

Through a strange quirk of our Internet, Sandra Bellingham, a divorced mother of two girls living in Las Vegas on planet Earth, intercepted an email message from a mother on planet Birth to her publisher. She was arguing that her new book should be published even though her publisher insisted it would be banned if major changes were not made, and she might even end up in jail because its shocking content was completely against both the law and the moral fibre of their very being.

“But it’s about time the law was changed,” she had argued, “and I’m sure my book will finally open some eyes as to the stupidity of the legal system in this case.”

At first, Sandra had not realized the source of the email, thinking it was an accidental mix-up in her email provider service. Just for fun she had replied, introducing herself and explaining that she had apparently received the message in error, but being the helpful person she was, she made a suggestion that the author might consider sending her manuscript to a publishing friend of hers in Las Vegas whom she knew was pretty liberal with the kind of material they published. But to her surprise, the author had never heard of Las Vegas and when Sandra asked where she lived she found she had never heard of the author’s home town of Birthton either. After exchanging several emails the truth finally dawned on both women who eventually began to come to grips with the incredibility of the situation in which they found themselves.

Sandra’s unexpected new friend went by the name of Veyda, and her daughters were Sonaria and Wyndelle, ten and twelve years old respectively. Veyda herself was thirty-two. She insisted to Sandra that she was not going to give up her battle to be published, and since Sandra was curious about her new book, Veyda agreed to email an attachment to her so she could read it for herself. She had used herself and her daughters as the main characters in the novel. And now I present it here for you to read for yourselves.

So, dear reader, that gives you a little background to my new series, Planet Birth, as unlikely as it may seem. Of course the whole thing is fiction, meant for adult readers, but may, I suspect, raise a few eyebrows. I hope you enjoy our little trip across the galaxy to a world apparently just as mixed up as ours. You be the judge. Enjoy!

I am still going to continue with More Than Just Friends, but this series, if it turns out to be a series, has been in the back of my mind for a while now so I wanted to get a start on it. I’m not quite sure where it’s going to go, but as they say, “Getting there is half the fun.”

Chapter One

“Mommy, are we going to stop soon, I’m horny,” complained my ten year old daughter from the back seat as we cruised across the wide plains separating our home from the vacation cottage we were trying to reach before nightfall.

“Yeah, Mom. Me too,” chimed in my other daughter, twelve year old Wyndelle, sitting beside me in the front. I glanced over at her and noticed she already had her hand snaked down the front of her shorts, slowly caressing her pussy, working up an appetite.

“You can always get yourselves off while we drive,” I suggested. “If we stop somewhere we won’t get to the cottage until it’s dark, and you know how I hate driving at night,” I added, trying to sound convincing even as I felt my own pussy beginning to complain a bit too.

“Aww, Mommy, please?” whined Sonaria again from behind me. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw my sweet little girl, skirt pulled up, legs spread wide, the crotch of her panties pulled to one side and her fingers desperately caressing her aroused clit. And I began to weaken.

“There’s gotta be a sexstop along here somewhere soon,” Wyndelle said hopefully, looking across at me. “Come on, Mom, you’ve got to be horny too. We’ve been driving all day without a break.”

I sighed. She was right, of course. It had been early morning when we’d all last orgasmed and trying to make do in the car was not the best solution, I realized. Especially with two developing young girls. As I started to relent, Sonaria suddenly shrieked, “There’s one Mommy. Coming up on the left. See?”

“Can we stop, Mom? Please?” begged Wyndelle.

Cheers rang out from both of my horny daughters as I pulled the car over into the sexstop parking lot, found a place close to the main entrance and turned off the engine. The sign at the front said, “Welcome to Mom’s. Your pleasure is our pleasure.” I shrugged. Seems friendly enough, I thought to myself. You just never knew what kind of service you were going to get at these out of the way places. But the girls were right. We were due.

As we entered I was pleasantly surprised by the comfortable looking interior which greeted us. The place was tastefully decorated with a combination of booths built along the walls along with circular beds scattered across the floorspace. Several were already occupied by a variety of women and children – females of course – indulging themselves either solo or in the pleasures of each others’ bodies. Attendants busied themselves supplying toys and towels as required by their guests, or helping out themselves by joining in if their services were requested. Soft music played in the background and multicoloured lights projected pastel beams around the room.

We didn’t have to wait long for the hostess to greet us and ask if we preferred to be on the floor or in one of the booths. “We have just added some new features to our booths this week if you’d like to sample them,” she explained as she looked at Wyndelle who still had a hand inside her shorts, casually caressing her pussy. “You look like you might be in the mood to try something a little different sweetie,” she smiled. “Seems like your appetite is already primed,” she added.

“What about you dear?” she asked Sonaria. “Would you like to try our special of the day? We have a ten percent discount from the normal price this week,” she told us. “Also, ma’am,” she added, looking at me, “if you are at a stage to perhaps add a new member to your family we have a couple of resident males selected to produce female offspring available to you, depending on your appetite, of course. I can summon them over if you’d like to consider it.”

“Go on, Mommy. Have a look,” Sonaria giggled, although I knew what she really wanted was to see one for herself since it was rare for a girl of her age to see a male close up. Of course we had all seen them in action before from a distance with customers in other sexstops but I hadn’t had much of an appetite for this kind of activity lately.

“Well, let’s get a booth first and then decide, shall we,” I suggested. The hostess smiled and led us across the floor to a corner booth. On our way we passed closely by a bed where a mother was lying down breastfeeding her baby girl while her other daughter - who looked to be about fourteen - knelt between her mother’s thighs industriously licking her engorged cunt. The mom’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the passionate attention she was receiving and she gently squeezed the buttocks of her baby who, eyes closed, also sucked away greedily.

“Feeding can be so enjoyable,” our hostess remarked as we approached our booth. Both of my daughters gasped in amazement at this comment causing the hostess to quickly add, “I meant breastfeeding, of course. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to imply...”

“Of course you didn’t,” I came to her rescue. “Just shows what’s on the minds of my two growing daughters. You just never know what kinds of off color thoughts enter their heads these days,” I laughed, enjoying the sudden dark green blushes that spread over their faces. “Just what is our younger generation coming to, anyway?” I added, teasingly.

“Mom!” retorted Wyndelle. “We’re not off color,” she protested. And she turned her back to me and started pulling down her shorts and panties, stepping out of them and hanging them on the hook conveniently placed on the side of the booth.

“What are those things?” Sonaria asked, pointing toward the seats in the booth as she, too, hopped around on one foot as she removed her panties and slipped off her skirt. She was referring to a couple of strange looking - at least to her anyway - devices protruding from the leather material covering the seats in the booth.

“They are the new features we just added that I was telling you about,” explained the hostess with a big smile on her face. I’d seen something like this in a few of the sexstops in the city but it was all new to the girls so I let the hostess explain. “Here hon,” she said to Sonaria, handing her what looked like a remote control. “You just sit down carefully and let the protrusion slide into your pussy. There’s some lubrication oil over there on the shelf if you like, although from the looks of you, you won’t need it – and then use this remote to turn on and adjust the device to whatever speed you like. I think you will find it quite exciting,” she added, with a grin.

“Oh, this I gotta try,” chimed in Wyndelle as she slid over to the other side of the booth where a similar projection awaited her. As we all watched, she spread her lips and wiggled around until the device slid inside her, forcing her labia to bulge around it and causing her well developed clit to protrude proudly from its sheath. Clicking on the remote started a low buzzing sound, and caused Wyndelle to jump at the sudden vibration in her pussy. A big smile crept onto her face as she cried out, “Oh, wow Mom, this is wild!”

Not wanting to be left behind, Sonaria followed her sister’s lead and was soon discovering how to adjust the speed with the remote, her wet pussy lips bulging as the device protruded deeply inside her.

“Well, you seem to be doing okay so I’ll leave you all to your fun,” smiled the hostess. “Oh, would you like me to send over one of our males then?” she asked me again. I wasn’t very keen on the idea since I had no intensions of becoming pregnant again at this time in my life.

“Yeah, Mom, get one sent over,” Sonaria squealed. “I wanna see one close up anyway.” And she turned up the speed of her device, testing it to see how fast it would go.

“Careful sweetie,” I cautioned. “You don’t want to hurt yourself,” I added, watching the color of her face turn an even deeper, glowing green.

“I’m okay Mom,” she assured me, gritting her teeth. “Get the male sent over. I wanna see one get horny watching us.”

“Yeah, me too,” piped up Wyndelle, whose pussy was now leaking copiously.

I shrugged okay to the hostess, and she left. Anything to keep my girls happy. But there was no way he was going to service me, I thought to myself.

I quickly undressed, hung up my clothes, and slid over to Wendelle’s side of the booth, straddling her, feeling the vibrations from her device start to pulsate through my body. Leaning down, I kissed her softly on the lips, swirling my tongue inside her sweet mouth and grasping her small, developing breasts, her nipples poking solidly into my palms. The vibrations were now causing my pussy to leak profusely and my juices flowed down over her, coating her aroused clit as they traveled down between her thighs. Reaching down, I grasped it between my thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing it back and forth.

“Harder Mom, harder,” she urged, as she turned up the speed of the device, and it now whined even louder beneath us. “Oh fuck, Mom, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum soon, ohhh fuck, this feels so good!” Her excitement was infectious and I knew I wasn’t far behind. My own clit now protruded against her and the vibrations from the device took us both up to and over the edge at the same time, my pussy squirting hard against hers and causing the most deliciously squishy sounds to emanate from our booth as we both exploded together.

“Now that was hot,” said a deep voice beside us with a chuckle.

“He’s been watching you two for a few minutes Mom,” Sonaria announced, still enjoying the vibrations from her own device, but trying to make the sensations last as she looked at the aroused male now standing beside our booth. “And look at his cock. It’s sticking up real hard. Looks like you two made him horny,” she giggled, reaching out to try to grab it.

But he skilfully moved out of her reach. “Who am I here for?” he wanted to know. “No offense miss, but I don’t think you are old enough,” he added, looking over at Sonaria who was squirming back and forth on her seat enjoying the sensations flooding through her young cunt. “And you both look satisfied,” he smiled, watching me climb from my daughter. “Unless you are going for seconds, that is,” he continued, grasping his cock and pointing it at us. “Who wants to be a Mom,” he dared.

“Actually neither of us does,” I explained, apologetically. “But both my girls were curious to see up close what they had only seen from a distance before at other sexstops. Are you satisfied now Sonaria and Wyndelle?” I asked my girls, both of whom were still staring at the pulsating organ of the male beside us.

“I suppose so Mom, unless you’re gonna change your mind and make a baby,” Sonaria said slyly, but not sounding very hopeful.

“We can’t afford to have another little girl right now, honey. Sorry. And sorry for having had you come over,” I apologised to the male, giving him a tip and sending him on his way.

“No problem, ma’am. Happy to be of service – well, not really service,” he added with a smile. “Grasping his cock again he waggled it at the two girls. “One of these days when you want to become moms, you will feel one of these inside you. But not for a while.” And he walked away.

“My turn now,” Sonaria smiled, turning up the tempo on her device again. “Let me watch you two play with each other as I ride this thing.” And Wyndelle and I obediently fingered each others’ very juicy pussies to another resounding climax, this time joined by Sonaria, who howled her pretty little head off as she came.

“Are we all satisfied now? Can we can continue our journey while the sun is still up?” I wanted to know.

“Mmm, yeah Mom,” both girls nodded and reached for their clothes. As we dressed, the hostess returned with our bill, asking if we’d enjoyed ourselves. We assured her that we had and told her we would visit again if we ever passed this way in the future.

As we were leaving she pulled me aside from the girls and whispered in my ear. “You seem like someone I can trust. We do have a private back room for, you know, what I said I wasn’t implying earlier. If this offends you I will understand and apologise for assuming you might be interested. Of course, I didn’t want to say anything in front of your girls, just in case.”

For a moment she began to look worried that she had said too much since it took me a while to absorb the implications of what she’d told me. “Thanks,” I finally replied. “Thanks for telling me. We’ll keep it to ourselves.”

And she breathed a sigh of relief as I smiled and rejoined the girls.

“What was that all about Mom?” Wyndelle asked as we reached the car.

“Never mind, hon,” I replied. “I’ll explain later. Let’s get going before the sun sets, shall we?”

And I wondered if and how I would let them know what the lady had told me. The implications were scary. Quite scary. Public feeding, other than the breastfeeding of babies, was considered immoral, illegal, and subject to dire consequences. Even at home, feeding had to be carried out alone, behind closed doors, and never spoken about in public. It was an intense pleasure, meant to be kept strictly private.