Chapter 8: Revalation, Cultivation, Stimulation

Earlier the previous day, while Bob Franklin had just opened up his suite door naked and had Wendy sucking on the tip of his cock, Jenna felt her tongue intertwine with her Mother’s. Marsha’s pillow like lips parted and mashed against her own, the long tongue probing and wrapping around her smaller and less agile tongue. At least a good sixty seconds, Mother and Daughter were locked in a passionate embrace, until Jenna suddenly pushed herself away.

“What. I. I’m. Mom I didn’t…” She stammered as she tried to avoid making eye contact with Marsha, clearly a little shaken by her impulses. Before this moment, she had never kissed another woman before. Her first kiss with a woman was with HER MOTHER. And to top it all off, she couldn’t even find a comparison, it was the best kiss she has had in her life. It felt electric, like every lip and tongue movement had a purpose and it turned her on. She felt an ache in her body, like it was overriding the obvious roadblock of the giver being her mom to convince her to go back and kiss her again.

Marsha walked forward and cupped Jenna’s face in her hands before pulling her into her own hug.

“Jenna, it’s fine, it’s ok. I get it. You feel confused. Anybody would, this is why I wanted to have your father here to keep things balanced. And don’t worry about the kiss, I shouldn’t have kissed you back.” She said while remaining embraced.

It could have been the mania settling in, but Jenna was bombarded with a sudden sweet sent. A tangy kind of smell, like syrup…or cum. She felt it against her jeans, her mother was dripping from her pussy. This was turning her on.

“Oh, shit, No, I’m...It is just involuntary for me. Kissing is as pleasurable as fucking when you become a Graduate…it is like your greatest expression…of love…” She said as she stared back into her daughter’s eyes. She moved in closer, and Jenna did not seem to resist, or she deep down didn’t want to as Marsha kissed her daughter again.

Her mother tasted so good. That was a thought that popped into her head followed by another thought being a capitalized WHAT?!? It was true though, her mother had a distinct flavor, like a fine wine, it was deceptive, but it was there. It was on her lips, her tongue, in her saliva, it was all over her. It made her want to continue to breath in this taste forever so she could have it. And she probably would have too, if she didn’t feel her Mom’s hand slowly snaking down her stomach to the rim of her jeans.

“MOM!” She yelped as she immediately scooched back and ran out the back door.

“Jenna wait!” Marsha yelled after her as Jenna went into the boathouse and slammed the door. She cursed under her breath as she questioned what came over her too. She wasn’t making out with another graduate or a random trophy wife Bob dared her to show the wonders of bisexualism, IT WAS HER DAUGHTER. Why did she feel so turned on? Why did she want to take her back up to her room to treat her like any mother should, with care and pleasure…wait, what? She realized as she was thinking she was fingering herself against the kitchen counter.

She immediately stopped, but not before lifting her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean. Old habits die hard. She marched up the stairs and turned on a cold shower and sat herself under the stream, hoping the cold water would cool her down so she could fix this mess.

Jenna was currently curled up in a ball on her chair in the boathouse, questioning why she ever decided to uncover her parent’s secrets. Sure, she would have been a little grumpy about her looks, but she would still have what she had before. And she would not be confused by the fact that she was apparently turned on by Marsha! She slammed the desk with her fist in frustration, and the laptop woke up from sleep to show what else, but the picture of her mother from Penthouse. She went to shut the computer but was met with that smokey gaze again. She stared right back at her. Her mother. The mousy Dartmouth grad turned sensual master of confidence and cum. Like before, she though she heard her it speaking to her.

“Why are you afraid of this. Don’t you think she is everything sexual and more?”

“I am not afraid of her, I, just, I don’t know!” She said out loud to herself as she sat up in the chair.

“What is not to know? What I see is a woman who changed herself and her life on her terms. She takes no shit and can move mountains with her power. Plus, it helps that she is fucking hot too.”

She was fucking hot. Was she? Jenna rubbed her temples as she tried to reorganized her now jumbled her mind. It did not help with these other thoughts bumping in

“Didn’t that kiss feel divine? Feeling her press up against you as you shared your lust? Think of what else that mouth could do.”

She shot up and paced around. She was not having these thoughts, She wasn’t. She could not. Two days ago, she was thinking of proposal ideas for her chamber, of ways to improve the chemical components for human testing. And now that was all shoved to the side, replaced by the image of her mother standing in front of her and swallowing a 16 inch meat rod.

“That was something wasn’t it? Think of the dicks that mouth has conquered. Maybe she can show you how…”

“NO!” Jenna exclaimed as she whipped away and yelped. Marsha also yelped as her daughter whipped around to face her standing in the doorway of the boathouse. Her hair was soaked from the shower and she was wearing baggy sweats and one of Bob’s old shirts.

Both stared at each other before Jenna began to move to hide in the bedroom.

“Jenna please. We need to talk about this. I can stay over here if you like, and you can stay by the desk. No getting close for now.” Marsha assured as she pulled a deck chair into the corner across from the desk and sat down.

Jenna paused. Despite the lunacy of it all, she did need to talk this out. Chances are when her Father comes back then a whole new can of worms is going to open, and she may not get another chance to fully analyze her whole thoughts on this. She nodded and sat back down by the desk, facing her mother.

“Jenna. I know that you probably feel betrayed. You must understand though, after you were born, I wanted to make sure that you were raised as happy and carefree as possible. I was afraid if we told you about The Factory and all that came with it too early, it would drive you away from us. I wanted to wait until you were 28, your father was more impatient, but I quickly buttoned him up on that.”

Jenna brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“It isn’t that I feel betrayed. I love you and Dad, more than anything. You have given me a life that most would kill for. I am just overwhelmed by all this is all. My whole life I looked up to you guys and wondered why I was so different than the both of you, I didn’t expect the answer to that question to be a sexual version of Captain America.”

Marsha smiled at that. She would take any kind of humor, at least Jenna was not shutting her out.

“Even so tulip, you meant so much to me and your father, we didn’t want to mess up. In a way you kept us grounded. Sure, we could suck and fuck anybody we wanted, and we did, but when we were with you it felt like we were a normal family.”

“Normal? Mom I brought William Smith over to play video games in high school and you answered the door in a slingshot bikini.” Jenna said straight faced to her mother.

“I forgot I had that suit, I need to find it again,” Marsha replied as her thoughts briefly drifted to dancing on Bob’s lap in the aforementioned outfit, “And that boy admitted he was only there to ogle me, so your father did you a favor by chasing him off the property.”

“He wasn’t even subtle about it either. He could not keep his eyes off your tits.” Jenna shot back as she folded her arms.

“Jenna, nobody can keep their eyes off my tits.” She laughed back as she stretched in the deck chair.

They both shared a small laugh. Jenna shuffled her feet as she finally sensed a bit of normalcy return.

“Is. Is that my Penthouse spread?” Marsha questioned as she noticed the photo open on Jenna’s laptop.

Jenna shut the laptop quickly and turned back to her mother, now red with a little shame and embarrassment.

“It is just one photo. I may have waited until you guys were…well…indisposed last night and tried to do a little snooping on my own. I went into dad’s office and took some files off his desktop. I’m sorry, I was just so driven to solve this, I just wanted to confirm something in my life.” She sighed.

Marsha had now got up and pulled her chair over to Jenna, placing her hand on her back and rubbing it in an understanding fashion. She was not about to get mad over something like that, especially about this.

“I was actually almost caught by Dad. I had to hide under the desk. After I heard him calling The Factory, I had to see this through.”

“Wait, he called The Factory? Why?” Marsha asked confused.

“He said you guys were sponsoring a welcome package for me or something like that.”

“That sneaky oaf! Oral 2 substitute my ass,” She frustratingly groaned as she palmed her forehead, “Your father left this morning, he must have taken a red eye to get there on time.”

“You didn’t know?” Jenna said as she turned to her mother.

“I didn’t, in fact he brought it up last night during…well…our evening workout routine…and I shut him down immediately. He was trying to position it in a way of solving all our issues in one go. He thinks that The Factory can fund your work. If they can, they most likely will let you join the graduate program as well. I guess he went there himself to pick up the materials. Dammit Bob.” She cursed.

“Is this welcome package my acceptance? Was this the plan all along? To have me join my parents as alumni?” She continued to probe for more answers.

“It is step one yes. The package is basically the more subtle version of what I showed you in the kitchen. It presents what The Factory is and extends the offer to begin the application process. As for a plan, the plan we had was to present you with the opportunity of The Factory when we thought you were ready. Nothing more. The choice to become a Graduate is solely up to the applicant. Just because we wanted you to follow us through it, does not mean it was your path. You had your work and all the potential in the world, our wants were not going to stifle that. Your father merely saw this as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, in the most unsubtle way possible.” She sighed.

Jenna felt a little relief spread over her. It was always going to be her choice to do this. And what a choice. If this Factory was able to fund her work, then she would finally be able to complete her dream being funded by a place that her parents trusted. That of course came with the huge baggage of essentially being enrolled to also turn into a human lightning rod for fucking.

“God look at this, this feels like yesterday.”

Jenna realized her mother had opened the laptop again to look at the Penthouse photo. The fierce gaze and powerful position of her mother on the screen the direct opposite of the sweat outfit encased form the currently occupied.

“I read the Q+A portion too, that guy sounds like a huge asshole.” Jenna replied.

“Oh yea, he was a snide little weasel. He was trying to farm for the usual smut Q+A fare, and I was not having it. I guess I was on a high, shooting that spread and fucking in that board room was a very epiphany like moment for me.” Marsha replied as she felt her body respond to the memory of dominating Axel Slash so hard that he begged to take a break.

“Your answers were amazing. It was like a completely different you. I am used to seeing you as, well you know, Mom. In this, you exude everything I have been missing from my life.” Jenna said as she shut the laptop again and turned to face Marsha. She was met with the live version of that electric look once more.

“Oh really?” Marsha cooed as she stepped closer to Jenna.

“Yea…the confidence, the strength, even with just one picture you radiated it out in waves. It is, intimidating.” Jenna said quietly as Marsha closed the distance between the two.

“Well. The Factory gave me all of that and more. I know it can give that to you too. You are my daughter after all, if you excel at the training you might be ten times the being I came to be.” She said in a husky voice as she wrapped her arms around Jenna’s waist, pressing her impressive chest against hers.

“I…I’m…not sure…maybe…” She stammered as her mother held a finger to her lips to silence her. Oddity be damned. She realized in this moment that as much as she loved her mother, she lusted for Marsha Franklin. She embodied everything she needed, and even more.

“Well, the welcome package will definitely clear things up a bit. However, that will only tell you what The Factory can do. If it will help put your mind at ease, how about I show you what a Graduate can do?” She sweetly whispered as she pulled Jenna in for another kiss. Jenna did not shirk away this time, she invited it. Fireworks went off in her head as Marsha locked lips her, the world outside fading away and leaving nothing but them. Not even breaking the kiss, Marsha slid off the sweats and stripped the t-shirt away, once again in her fully enhanced nude glory. Then she began to strip Jenna, leaving her nude as well.

“Here, feel me.” Marsha breathed as she led Jenna’s hand to her pussy. Jenna felt the warm stickiness immediately, followed by a pulsing sensation, and the feeling of her finger being drawn into her mother. It felt like her fingers were being pulled in by a vacuum cleaner, and she just watched in awe as her mother basically used her fingers like a toy, drawing them in and out herself.

“Come here.” She softly commanded and brought her down onto the bed. Jenna laid there as she continued to kiss Marsha, feeling the exchange with every pulsing nerve in her body. Then she felt fingers at her labia.

“Now, spread your legs like this. Good, do you feel that? That is your primary clitoral response,” Marsha said into her ear as she flicked Jenna’s clit with her middle finger, “Right now you are feeling every pang of pleasure in a staccato fashion, I can switch it up to something steadier if you like?”

Jenna did not answer, she already had her first orgasm. It was so powerful. She had of course pleased herself before, but even on her own it did not even compare to this.

She felt her mother kiss down her body, each one feeling like an explosion of energy, until her mother laid between her legs.

“Now, this is what it feels like to be with a true Graduate.” Marsha said as she stuck out her elongated tongue and began to dine on Jenna’s slit. Jenna just lost it at this point. Marsha played her like a finely tuned instrument. Her tongue deftly switched from a direct focus on her clitoris, to teasing and playing with her labia, to straight up just fucking inside of her with pulsating movement. For over 20 minutes, Jenna never came down from the high, until finally a mountain top holler of an orgasm went through her.

Marsha laughed as she licked her lips and fingers clear of the cum, revealing in the taste. She crawled up and lay next to her daughter, gave her another soft and lustful kiss, and both Franklin women drifted off to a wondrous sleep, now closer than they have ever been before or would be again.

Bob Franklin awoke to a very familiar sensation; one he had felt every morning for the past 23 years. He looked down and saw Marsha with his dick down her throat, he must have woken up well into the process because she was housing his manhood fully and at a very rapid pace already. He groaned and let loose, feeling his cum paint the inside of her throat. He looked down and smiled, and was met with a very fierce stare.

Oh no. She was mad.

After draining his cock, Marsha let it fall out and she stood up at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a one-piece body suit that hugged her curves and cleavage.

“You are lucky I needed some real cum or I would have tied you to the bed and made you watch me fuck the gardener.” She said directly to him.

“Ok, I assume you are talking about the welcome package.” He just cut to the chase, no use in this leading to him having blue balls.

“Oh yea, you and I are going to have a long chat later about that.”

“Well I figured we should cover all of our bases, now we have the material so it will be easier to fill Jenna in on what our options are.” He said as he sat up in bed.

“She already knows about The Factory.” Marsha said very quick and curt.

“And besides, Jenna will be glad to hear that we can get fundWAIT WHAT NOW?” He cracked as he realized what she just said to him.

“She figured it out on her own Bob, I gave her a crash course.” She lied, keeping the intimate details to herself. That relationship would forever be a secret between her and Jenna.

“Oh..Ooooook, so, how did…but I?” He stammered, partially from the blood in his body still prioritizing his dick over his brain.

“Don’t try to rationalize it now. Get yourself together and bring that downstairs. She is waiting for us there. Maybe we will both get our wish after all.” She said as she turned around and strut out of the room, leaving her dumbfounded husband standing bare naked and confused.

“Yep. Definitely getting the couch tonight.” He said as he moved to throw on some pants and gather up the welcome package.

It is time Jenna Franklin got her full intro to The Factory.