Born to Lead: Field Observations in an Oedipal Zone, Pt. 4 (TS)

I was exceptionally exhausted from my night of exploration and impregnation, and so on the second day of my visit I slept in until 10:00 AM. The house was empty, and a note on the kitchen table indicated that James and his mother were out running errands while his father was at work.

Rather than cooking a breakfast for one, I decided to visit the local market. Almost as soon as I arrived there, I made the acquaintance of a young man named Malcolm while we were buying coffee. He recognized me as an outsider, and was very interested in my thesis project.

As I told him about my past three days in Bakerton, he began to look dismayed.

“You’ve only slept with mothers? That’s only a third of the picture, man! You need to broaden your horizons!”

He proceeded to call over the two family members who had accompanied him to the market. A pair of fit blonde girls approached, dressed in bikinis (not uncommon on a fine morning in Bakerton). Malcolm introduced them as his “sister and ex-brother,” which prompted me to glance between the second girl’s legs: she was bottomless, and sporting a medium-length cock.

“I was jealous of all my friends who had two or three girls around the house,” Malcolm explained. “I only had a mother and one sister, and I’m not much for MILFs, so I decided to make another fucktoy. Isn’t that right, Amy?”

Amy, formerly Adam, introduced herself politely as we all sat down to drink our coffee. At Malcolm’s prompting, the trans girl offered to blow me while I talked to her older siblings.

Now, I don’t have much experience with M2Fs, especially pre-op; we don’t have too many where I come from. They’re common in Oedipal Zones, though, and I was on a mission to immerse myself in the culture, so of course I accepted.

While Amy got to work on my cock (taking me balls-deep within seconds), Malcolm’s other sister ducked under the table as well, getting to work on his own hard-on.

Malcolm and I chatted over our drinks. Mainly, I asked him about what a man without a family of his own could do on a day like today to immerse himself in the local sexual culture. He recommended several enticing options, and I jotted them down in my notebook.

Ten minutes of chit-chat and two swallowed loads later, I wiped myself off on Amy’s lips and said my goodbyes to the hospitable trio. As I left, Malcolm pulled Amy to her feet, bent her over the table, and began slowly easing his spit-soaked shaft into her asshole.

Following one of Malcolm’s suggestions, I made my way to a restaurant just down the road. The owner was a generous guy, apparently, and he staffed the place with his five sisters and his mother. Each had a unique body mod designed to satisfy a variety of tastes, and they were all free for any man (even fathers and younger siblings, if the head of their household allowed it).

Since it was only 11:00 when I arrived, the place was relatively empty. Even if it had been packed full, though, I would have caught site of that ass immediately.

I found myself face-to-rear-end with the owner’s oldest sister. He called her Buttslutt, and she was known for her… Well, you get the idea.

Living up to his reputation, the gentleman in charge invited me into the back room, where we double-teamed Buttslutt for almost an hour. I expressed concern about his business, but he told me not to worry; his mother and other siblings could run things just fine while he and his gifted sister were occupied.

I left sweaty and exhausted, practically staggering as I made my way back through the dining area. Buttslutt followed soon after, but barely made it two steps before being grabbed and thrown on the floor by a group of ****-looking teens (younger siblings, no doubt). By the time I left the restaurant, they were trying to cram two cocks into that delicious ass while another pounded away at her pussy.

Satisfied for the moment, I set off looking for a suitable place to rest.