Chapter 6: Revalations and Buisiness Meetings

Dr. Williams turned the pages of the brief on the conference table, deep in contemplation and analysis with each page. He made sounds of curiosity with each uh huh, as he looked over the various schematics and research reports, trying to make the big picture in his head.

The work here was some of the most scientifically sound he had ever seen, and the discoveries in this research where something most in academia and medicine would dream of.

“Robbie?” A questioning tone to his left went off as he was given a shake on the shoulder. He broke away from the folders to look up.

Beth Scottsdale, his partner, and head of curriculum was looking at him with a concerned frown. Beth always looked so adorable when she was concerned for him, and the skintight white maxi dress with the diamond cutout for her cleavage made her even more adorable. It hug her curvy dark tanned skin and highlighted her deep red hair, so voluptuous and soft.

Robert realized he must have zoned out getting into the research, and Beth, because he remembered that Bob Franklin was also sitting in the room as well, wearing a sharp fitted 3-piece suit, cocking his eyebrow and grinning at his obvious interest in the scientific information.

“I know right? I told you her work is phenomenal. I can’t make heads or tails of bio-engineering, but the way Jenna talks about it lets me know that it is sound.” Bob bragged as he shifted his legs and readjusted his package. He appreciated Beth’s choice of work attire as well, and Beth was one of his oldest acquaintances at The Factory, so he knew she wears something like that on days she wants to be bent over a desk and fucked senseless.

“Absolutely Bob. The findings in here are potentially game changing on many fronts. Sure, she did not get to human trials yet, but the potential for such a device is unbounded. Even if it doesn’t work as intended the potential secondary applications could be game changers too!” Robert excitedly went on. Robert Williams may be a graduate, but he was always a medical genius. Any time he heaped praise on a project it was worth the praise.

“I still don’t understand how she could not have received funding.” Beth wondered as she re-adjusted her dress. She did pick this dress on purpose; she knew Bob was only here for the night and so desperately wanted the business to end so her two favorite men could give her a proper Eiffel tower. She recently upgraded with the brand-new anal enhancement as well, so she would be able to take Bob all the way. The thought made her almost cum right there.

“Because greedy idiots prefer money over genius,” Bob scoffed “So, what do you guys think? could The Factory fund her research?”

“I mean, of course Bob, we can fund this project with no dent to our budget. We had a great last five years of Graduates and many of them have been donating generously. The main issue is proving it can be applied to the graduate process in a way to approve funding,” He cleaned his glasses with a handkerchief as he leaned back in his chair, readjusting his pants too.

“Well, her joining The Factory would definitely help that right?” Bob asked

“Of course, she would be the first generational graduate and the daughter of two of the most well-known graduates to ever come out of the program. The board would jump at any reason to get her on, I definitely know they would probably pay her way for at least the main tuition and we will pay her enough for her to get any enhancement we have.” Beth explained as she felt her panties getting wetter and wetter as they went on and on.

“However, that all depends on if she wants to come here. If she does not want to join, then funding becomes a bit more of a hassle. We could do outside funding, but it could take a lot of ‘favors’ if you know what I mean.” Robbie chortled as Beth also sarcastically chuckled at his attempt of humor.

“Let Marsha and I handle that. Best case scenario, everything is a go and I let you guys send her the medical info she needs. Worst case scenario, my daughter thinks we are insane, and I get to sleep on the couch until I turn to dust.” Bob not so sarcastically replied.

“The welcome package is prepped and already in your guest apartment, I had the girls give it some extra TLC so hopefully that helps. Now, if the business talk is over,” Beth said as she untied the top part of her dress and let her new implants fall free, “How about we get in a proper practice session?”

“Actually Beth, I may have to rain check you on that.” Bob said, surprising himself and frankly his erection which went hog wild when he saw that Beth had upgraded her already beautiful tits to a pair of porn ready knockers.

“Dare I say that hell has frozen over,” Robert said with shock as he immediately went into paw Beth’s new bolts, “Bob Franklin turning down an ultra-level graduate fuck?”

“No, it is just I always keep my word, and your employee Wendy made sure that you guys were free to meet and saw all my requests with prompt haste. I told her over the phone I would introduce her to the original source of those toys you made. Thanks for giving me the heads up by the way, wonderful friends you two are.”

“Well. We wanted, to surprise you, JESUS Beth!” Robbie grunted out as Beth just started to attack his cock with her mouth, the apparent disappointment of losing her threesome shining through.

“Right, so, if you can, tell her to go up to my guest apartment after she is off of work for a surprise.” Bob replied as he turned to leave.

“You can actually put in a graduate task for her on the new app,” Beth pointed out as she gave Robbie a mild heart attack with a hard suck, “Just search her name, enter the location, and she will come to you. It also helps her with upgrades as well so you will be giving charity two ways now.”

“Always innovating. Well, enjoy yourselves.” Bob said as he shut the door just in time to see Beth tackle Robert to the ground.

He is not going to be able to move for hours

In the distance, a woodpecker was making a nest in a pine tree. The repetitive rapping of his beak softly traveling across the lake. It was the only sound that broke the quiet resonance of nature now and anybody out on the lake that day could almost fall into meditation by every stalwart peck of a bird building a home.

At least, if you were not on the grounds of Lustmoore. There, at this moment, that pecking might as well felt like a hammer slowly driving a nail into your head.

Jenna and Marsha Franklin sat at the kitchen island, staring at their cups of coffee in absolute silence. It had been quiet enough to hear a pin drop, except the woodpecker, for almost 40 minutes. After all, how does one transition into normal conversation after you witness your mother ejecting a dildo from herself with a two feet clearance while trying to confront her about a deep secret she had been keeping from you.

Jenna kept thinking that she had to say something. Something to kick start answers. But what could she possibly say? Hey mom, I spied on you getting demolished by a foot long dick and then I broke into dad’s office and stole your personal medical files? Finally, mercifully, her Mother cleared her throat and was the first one to speak.

“So. Did you enjoy your night in the boat house?” Marsha deflected, hoping to anything that Jenna would just deflect as well so she could avoid having THE conversation before Bob got home.

“Yea. It was ok,” Jenna replied, suppressing the urge to adding that she knew her night was full of dick and lies.

“That’s, that’s good. It is always nice to fall asleep to the frogs sometimes. Your father and I would do that every night in that boathouse when we first bought the land, it was just a dock and a plot back then.”

Oh no, every night? Was there any place on this property her parents did not most likely have ball slapping sex?

“Well. We can go out together to town to buy groceries for dinner. Since it is just us tonight, we do not have to break the bank for your father. I was thinking maybe something simple like a roasted salmon with some sauteed spin…”

“Mom what is The Factory?”

Silence once more. Jenna decided dancing around the topic was not the correct course anymore. It happens all the time in lab experiments, sometimes the best way to get a proper result is to rip the band aid clean off.

Marsha’s heart sank. It was honestly her own fault that she did not consider this possibility. Her daughter was one of the brightest minds out there. There was always a chance that she would eventually figure things out for herself. As much as he hated to admit, her husband was right, they may have put this off for too long. And on top of that, now it was falling to her alone to navigate this.

“I. Well...Why don’t we wait for your Father to come back to discuss that.”

“I have waited long enough for this. Mom, I have always had this feeling my entire life that while both you and Dad were the golden standard of parents, it was like we were from different planets. I mean, you are both almost 70 years old and it looks like you just got out of college.”

“Well, that was all just diet and exercise.” Marsha woefully tried to reason

“Mom, I went to the Dartmouth website and saw you. The original you. Whatever things happened between that photo and you right now are a hell of a lot more intense than a low carb diet.”

“It’s…It is complicated to explain. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Yesterday I came home early to surprise you and I ended up seeing you fuck another man while Dad fucked another woman in the ass. I think if I was going to be overwhelmed that time has long passed.”

That band-aid took off hair as well.

Marsha put her coffee down on the island and stood up from the chair.

“Ok. Ok…I’ll be right back.” Marsha said as she walked to the basement door and went down the stairs. A few minutes later she came back with a familiar looking file folder, except this one read FACTORY FILE – MARSHA MCPHERSON.

Marsha put the file on the table and took a deep breath. She hated the fact that she had to do this, but sometimes life just decides to throw you a curve ball and you must take it. She knew her daughter was strong enough to handle what she was about to say. She just hoped that she herself was.

Marsha opened her eyes and Jenna saw that fierce intensity that she saw in the pin up photo. Her mother was not present in this moment. She was sitting in front of Marsha Franklin, graduate, executive, and sexual savant. There was no turning back now, she could only get herself ready for what was about to happen.

Marsha opened the folder and took out a photo. It was the same Marsha McPherson from the Dartmouth photo, she was standing in front of a plain backdrop in a t pose position, wearing nothing but her underwear. The photo was dated 1988, and Jenna made the connection that the medical files she found were her father and mother’s medical files from before…whatever this was.

“You are right, this is…was me. I was a Dartmouth graduate, with a middling job, and a dull dating life. I woke up, went to work, came home, went to bed. In between there were a few dates and opportunities but I let them pass me by. My confidence was shot, and I was destined to end up another love lost worker bee in the cogs of society. Then I saw an ad in Cosmopolitan for a place in Mexico called The Bimbo Factory.”

Jenna chuffed. I mean, who wouldn’t? Bimbo Factory? That sounds like something out of some exploitation movie running in a grimy Times Square porn theater in the 80’s. She buttoned up though, when she saw her mother was still staring at her with electric intent. She smirked. It was a small smirk, but it sent Jenna’s arm hair standing on end.

“I did the same thing. It sounded ridiculous. Until I went there myself. You see, the Bimbo Factory was one of two sister facilities. The Bimbo Factory was for women, and The Stud Farm was for the men. Your father was at the Stud Farm for about six months before I met him. They were founded by a group of pharmacists who were developing **** for strokes in the 1950’s. They failed, but they discovered a side effect of their **** cocktail was the breakdown of sexual inhibitions in both male and female subjects. They were more open about sex, their overall fitness and stamina increased dramatically, and in case of the males, their cocks grew in length and girth. Naturally, the buttoned-up powers that be in the 50’s didn’t want to approve a **** that dared make men and women sexually liberal, so this group of scientists took their work and crossed the border into Mexico to continue their work.”

Jenna was genuinely dumbfounded. She was expecting something a little more cultist to be honest. This sounded logical and right up her particular alley of science. Viagra was originally heart medication before it was the god sent blessing for impotent men. It also wasn’t a long stretch of possibility to consider a **** that increased sexual ambition would be shut down immediately in a conservative era. Her mother continued, taking out some extra documents from the file. They looked like curriculum lists.

“Over time, their facility went from pirate research lab to a resort designed for people who were seeking a change in their lives. The original **** were perfected and became the key to unlocking true human sexuality, they made all who took them sponges for sexual information, essentially priming their brain to become encyclopedias for fucking. So, they began to offer classes to their guests.”

Her mother slid the curriculum sheets over to her. Jenna immediately saw lines for Flirting, Oral, Anal, Pussy, Deep-throating, Kissing, Hygiene and other topics ranging from mild to insane sexual categories. They were all dated and signed over the course of a year and a half. When she looked up back at her mother her eyes bulged wide. She had removed the oversized sweater she was wearing and was standing in front of her completely naked.

“The classes led to a personal training and nutritionist program. All guests must comply with strict regiments and meal plans. This also led to the discovery of another side effect to the ****. Once taken for a long enough time, they prevent the body from degrading or aging. In fact, they are even said to reverse the aging process a few years. This body, my musculature, are all the result of a year and a half barrage of workouts and dietary restrictions, and the **** made the improvements permanent. You are correct Jenna, I haven't aged a day since I was 28.” Marsha said as she rotated in a circle, flexing, posing, running her hands up the curves of her waist and lines of her abs. Jenna felt a little sweat drip down her back.

“From personal training, came the cosmetic surgeries. We call them upgrades and enhancements. For extra cost, all guests had the option to partake in the most revolutionary cosmetic surgeries to exist, perfected by the doctors of the facility. The procedures included your typical fare, like rhinoplasty, facelifts, and state of the art breast augmentation.”

Then before she knew it Jenna’s hands were placed on her mother’s impressive tits. Her mouth fell open in awe. Marsha sighed as she guided Jenna’s hands over her, making sure to emphasize their perfect shape, and how they had no signs of rippling or sag. She made Jenna squeeze them, feeling the lightly firm consistency. She ran her fingers over her nipples, now fully erect. She then removed Jenna’s hands, still shaking with shock.

“Wait right here for a moment baby,” She said as she towards and up the stairs. Jenna sat still, her hands remaining in the clutching position her mother had them in. The click of her mother’s heels pulled her out as she saw her strut back towards the kitchen, with a massive dildo in her hands, bigger than the one she saw rocket out of Marsha earlier. What was even more insane was she wasn’t even paying attention to the dildo; it was her mother’s movements. She glided across the ground popping her hips in almost a hypnotic pattern, it was a powerful move to ensure all eyes were on her body as she owned the room.

“The surgical team also started to develop new techniques to help a rapidly growing client base become even more sexually evolved. For example, they developed a technique that fed a breathing tube down the back of the nose and throat directly into the lungs while also reattaching the tongue in a better position to open the throat. This resulted in both a lengthened tongue,” She pointed out as she stuck her long tongue out to touch the underside of her chin, an almost six inch length, “and an increased capability to orally please enhanced pussy and larger cocks ”

Her mother then picked up the dildo, licked the tip, and fed it into her mouth. Inch by inch she fed it down her throat, licking the underside of the cock as she swallowed all 16 inches of the rubber member. The entire time she did not break eye contact with Jenna, who barely blinked. She stopped at the end of the rod, gesturing to the bulge it was making in her neck. She finally pulled it out, letting a huge glob of spit fall onto the floor.

"They also found a way to improve vaginal operations as well. As you can see, my clit is more pronounced and my pussy is consistently lubricated. By essentially reordering and attaching the muscle of the vagina in a different way, the doctors made it possible for a trained graduate can take any cock into herself, real or otherwise.” Jenna looked down to see the head of the dildo waiting at her Mother’s pussy. She almost fell off her chair, when it began to take in the dildo and lift it inside of her mother all on its own. Marsha moaned as she once again activated her core to fully encase the dildo inside of her before releasing and slowly letting it slide back out. She put the dildo into the sink and continued.

“Soon exercises to strengthen these new abilities were added to the personal training and educational curriculum. After a long time, and a lot of hard work, the result is a full transformation from a ordinary woman like Marsha McPherson, into a master slut, a sexual goddess capable of pleasing both herself and multiple partners for long periods of time at any time” She said calmly as she placed her hands on her slim waist.

“Um…oh…my…” Jenna stammered. She was actually glad her mother was telling her this now, if she found this out on her own she might have spontaneously combusted.

“Finally, we had to fuck. Every day, you are expected to have sex at least six times a day, maybe more. You practice your techniques with other graduates on your downtime, you have sex in class with partners while instructors show you how to improve your form, you have sex with the instructors for completing tasks on time, and every night after a communal dinner, everyone took part in a Factory wide gangbang. Boy/Girl, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Threesomes, BDSM, Blowbangs, even just cuddling and light foreplay were all on the table for that. When applying, I was told I should expect to have sex with 200 different men and women, and to have sex in some form at least 5 to 6 hundred times. I personally lost count at 350 partners including Bob and maybe 800 sexual encounters.”

Marsha took a golden card out of the folder, just like her Dad did the night before.

“After you complete all requirements and pass your graduation final, you receive your card and become a Graduate. Being a Graduate, you have access to privileges and opportunities that only the Factory can provide you. For example, when you Graduate, the Factory helps you find a new job that interests you and your needs as an awakened slut. I tried out porn and modeling, but they were too degrading, so the factory got me an audition as a weather forecaster in San Diego. That job and the training in the Factory led me to rise all the way up to the Executive level in New York. You are also privy to any technological and medical procedures that the factory develops after you leave. I upgraded my throat enhancement 4 years ago after nanobot surgery development allowed them to give Graduates the ability to control the musculature in your throat like my vagina, it also allowed them to take out the breathing tube, as you could use your muscle control to consistently allow airflow while sucking cock.”

Marsha gathered up all the papers, photos, and card back into the folder and shut it on the kitchen counter.

“Around 2023, they moved their facilities out of Mexico to the West Coast due to overexposure risk, thanks to some politically connected Graduates who ensured their secrecy. They also began to cut down on the percentage of acceptable applicants. Today I believe only 15 percent of applicants get in now and most of them are done through sponsorships or secret recruitment methods. They merged both the Bimbo Factory and Stud Farm together and simply rebranded as The Factory. Simple, easy, not as cliché and subtle. Well, now you know everything.”

Jenna looked up at her Mom, gazing at the intense eyes. Through the intensity though, she felt that warmth, the mother that raised her. It was now combined and fused with the confident and beautiful woman of lust and power that this place made her into. Without saying a word, she got up off her stool and hugged Marsha.

“Mom. Thank you. Thank you so much.” She sputtered on the verge of tears. After all the years of thinking she was the result of just a cruel twist in genetic lottery, she now knew the truth. She knew that she was not a mistake. she pulled back to look at her mom again, who also began to tear up out of relief.

Then.

She did not know why this happened next.

Maybe it was just her emotion taking over her.

Maybe it was learning about how her mother was this powerful sexual being.

Jenna leaned into her mother and kissed her full on the lips.

And Marsha, kissed her right back.

Quick note from Ted here. Thank you all for liking, commenting, bookmarking, and giving a favorite to the story so far. I am truly blown away with how many people are into it. Also, just to make it clear now with the end of this chapter, while there will be a relationship development between Jenna and Marsha, there will be absolutely no incestuous angles between Bob and Jenna. I personally do not like or agree with the daddy/daughter erotica troupe. What you all enjoy in the privacy of your own space is completely your right, but it will not be happening in this story. I just wanted to make that clear now because I like to be upfront and clear in my intentions. Once again thank you for liking the story, hope you like what is coming next!