How could any day be normal now?

Today I felt differently than usual. I don't know why. I hadn't really noticed it, but in the past few days I was never that horny. A part of the reason I locked up Amber in the basement in the first place was to fuck her when I pleased, but... I didn't do it all that often. I hadn't had any action since Donna's work sex, since I didn't do anything since then.

In all honesty, it was probably the seriousness of everyone's situation. I was now broadly aware of what made my new and old friends, what made them into the people I got to know the past few weeks. I feel bad for what some of them went through, of course. But if I keep thinking about the company, about the issues these women have, I want to help.

But this morning? I was bored. Just bored. The company stuff was in order and Em the only thing on my agenda. I went through everything in my head and made a decision.

'Hey Donna, since my article is done, can I come in work late today?'

'Uhhh, sure I guess. I'll ask around, if nobody needs your assistance for the full day you can stay home a while. Be here before the lunch break, though.'

'Works by me, boss ;)'

My boredness gave rise to being horny. Exiting my bedroom, I entered the kitchen. I'm not sure if I actually still consume any energy while fucking, but it certainly couldn't hurt having a meal. After the meal, as mom was cleaning the table and bent over it, I told her to stay like this and simply slid my dick in.

"Haaaah master, thank you." She had trouble speaking with the sudden moaning her body **** her to do.

"Thank you for what?" I asked, while pounding her pussy.

"I needed you inside me again for a while now."

"I'll gladly deliver, mom." It was a bit funny to see her struggle wiping the table well while also getting fucked. "Mom, do you like that I'm your son and fuck you?"

"Huh? I see nothing wrong with this, master. We're two consenting adults, what's the issue?"

"Oh no, I know you're fine with this, what I want to know is whether you'd prefer our relationship to be different."

"W-What do you mean?" I briefly paused my **** on her pussy.

"Hm, since you're acting like a housewife anyway, would you like us to act like we're a married couple?"

"I... think that would be great, yes."

"And what if that was made to be reality?"

"I... yes please. Though I don't think you legally can."

Oh, not legally, but the app would surely help. At the moment, mom considers me: son, master. Hm, a bit bleak, no? I simply changed son into husband. Her love stat was pretty high anyway. I could see her eyes roll back a bit and when they returned, she looked at me with a longing smile.

"Mmmmh master, how did we ever get married? I'm glad I'm still hot enough for you to take me on like this."

I decided to create some fake memories. "Well you promised me you would be a good housewife and take care of my..." I pushed my erect cock back into her. "every need."

"Yes master, I love you." I kept pounding her pussy and plunging ever deeper. "I love it when you take me so forcefully. It reminds me of our honeymoon, after all the annoying guests finally left you couldn't wait one second until we got to fuck. Make me feel this good again, please, master."

"I will..." I had to pause for a moment. I don't know how she would have reacted if I called her mom now. "I will, Isabella."

"Ahh... Ah. You're so good at this. I knew I was right in marrying someone so young." It seems she needed to rationalize the oddities of our 'marriage'.

"You're hot, too. People stopped wondering why I dated an older woman until they saw you." I decided to add to the bullshit story she came up with.

"Th-Thank you, this means a lot to me."

She came and I decided to cum as well. Inside her, of course. She was panting, but I wanted to be a bit evil. "You're a wonderful wife, in bed and at home. I love you." Together with a kiss, she came again.

"Thank you so much master. I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together."

My phone buzzed, it was Donna. 'No help needed, you can come later.'

'Thanks, babe.'

I went to the basement and built up Amber's workplace, she was very happy about it.

But now I had to take a chance. I realized that I promised to meet Klara and Laura on Friday evening. I needed to clear my schedule, so I went over to Klara's farm in the hope that she might be there and had time for me, and she was and had.

"Hey Klara, sorry for showing up unannounced."

"James? Aren't you supposed to work?"

"I have this morning off, don't worry. Can we have the talk we wanted to have on Friday right now?"

"Sure James. To put it simply, I am very insecure right now. About what I want. Amber's work should help me relax and have a private life again, but..."

"Unsure how to proceed?"

"Yeah, kind of. I... never saw myself as a lesbian. Part of me thought it was all some new city trend and people would stop one day and now... I get that it wasn't a fad. But it left me less secure. The moment I gave up on the notions of a traditional life, I gave up on having a steady and known road to follow. Now I'm a bit aimless and still unsure if there is more of myself to discover here."

"Well, I don't know if I can help you much with this, but there are a few things you can think about. For one, you might still like men too. Even if it's not me, you might very well be bisexual. But you should ask Amber more about this, if you think that is a description that fits you. Otherwise, there are many ways to live a relationship. If you want to marry, friendship, romance, and sexuality, can be independent in how you like people. And well, how good of a roommate they are and whether you'd like to raise children with them can also be a separate factor, assuming you want these things."

"I'd want my partner close, yeah. And I want to be able to trust them. And yeah I'd want them to take care of a part of the household, of course. Romantically and sexually? I don't know. What are you looking for in a romantic partner?"

"Beats me, honestly. All advice I ever got for dates either felt outdated since the 50s or downright bad and too general. More like a dating strategy, than actual advice. Like, I'm sorry, but I won't actively try to hold open a door for a woman, women can do that alone. I'm not gonna pay for the dinner of the two of us because we live in times where we might very well earn the same amount of money. And I don't know about you, but every time some bald guy tells me that all women secretly crave strong guys who protect them my toes curl up a little. You can tell they were nerds in college, saw their crush date a jock instead of them, and never got over it. It's sad."

"Protect them from what, even? Guns exist, I can shoot people myself, we live in peaceful times, and women and men can join the army. I don't need no protection from anyone, even from a woman. And I don't think my partner would need that much protection either."

"Yeah uh, back to the topic." I'm sure she's right, but I couldn't help thinking of the stranger on the train. I think Klara could have handled him well, but not every woman could have. What about Amber? "I think the question you need to ask yourself is what kind of relationship you want."

"Hm, what are my options?" she asked in a rather playful manner.

"Well first of all, remember that marriage isn't all there is. If you want, you can keep everything between Amber and yourself as mere friends or girlfriends, if you will. If you just want sex and be friends, that works too. It's sometimes called 'friends with benefits'. Another question is how open you want your relationship to be. Do you want someone else besides Amber? Would you be okay with her having someone else? And most importantly, what are the boundaries of the relationship? What can you provide for Amber, what do you want to provide, what would you never want to provide no matter how much she asks?"

"Hm... those are some good criteria, thanks James. I'm unsure about the first aspect for now. I hope Amber lets me explore myself with her one day so that maybe I can experience what I really desire. For the second one, I don't know either. I liked the idea of staying together until the end, but realistically... Amber and I see each other once a week for the foreseeable future, I wouldn't really want to put that tight of a leash around her. And boundaries... we'll figure that out ourselves."

"That's reasonable, don't worry. I'm glad you trust me, but please don't feel obligated to share every detail."

"It's okay James. I'm glad I have someone to help me with all of this." After a long pause where we both stared at the chickens trotting around their enclosure, she asks: "C-Can I have the bell again? It helped me a lot last time, so I hope I..."

"Well Klara, I have a feeling the bell works a bit differently from now on."

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"Do you remember how you acted like a cow as a child? The... energy feels differently this time."

"But will it still help me relax?"

"Yeah, don't worry."

"T-Then put it on me, please."

Nervously, I put the bell around her neck. She begins to relax immediately. I don't quite know what I expected, but she remained on two legs.

"Sho... good... Moo.. Better... last time..."

"Klara, are you okay?"

"Mooo... yesh... feel sho good... thank you James... moo..."

"Can you speak more clearly? This makes me worried."

"Yeah, moo. I'm slowly getting the hang of it."

"How do you feel?"

"Very great, moo. The bell helps me organize my thoughts, that's the best way describe it. I act on one thought every time, calmly, rationally. Moooo."

"And what are you thinking about right now, Klara?"

"I... Moo. I feel so different to how I was as a child. Back then I ate grass and mooo...ed to play pretend. Now I... just feel like acting like this. I still walk on mooooo two legs though, which is weird."

"Are the moos voluntary?"

"Kind of... moo... I really want to say them, there is a desire building up in me and moooo every time I submit I feel good."

That seems concerning. I hadn't noticed it but I could see some fluid near her crotch. "Klara, is everything alright? There's something in your crotch?"

"Moo, don't worry. It feels good there every time I... moooo"

"Klara, this bell is getting dangerous, I'll take it off now."

Suddenly, she slouched a bit. "Before you... moo... do it, can you mooo milk me?"

"Klara, are you even aware what you're talking about right now? Milking? You're not even pregnant, and why do you want me to milk you anyway?"

"Mooo just do it... mooo... my udders are heavy. Mooo so heavy. Milk me inside. Mooo."

With that, she went inside her home. When I stepped in, she had already readied a bowl and unbuttoned her flannel shirt, exposing her breasts.

"You... moo... remember how it works, right? You just... mooo..." She couldn't even finish the sentence. I took her bell off. "James, why... put it back on please. And milk me. Please."

"Klara, I'm concerned about the bell. You shouldn't produce any milk. And I think you're getting off on the mooing."

"J-James... We'll talk about that later, just... do it."

"Can't you do it yourself?"

"N-No... I'm sorry."

I hesitated for a moment. But eventually, I stood behind her for the best angle and squeezed her breasts and nipples to let out some milk. She was moaning the entire time through and honestly, it was hard not to get hard. Pun absolutely intended. After the bowl was about a quarter full, no milk came from her breasts anymore. She grabbed a towel and cleaned off the residue.

"I-I'm sorry, Klara. I shouldn't have done this. I didn't expect the bell to go this far, though."

"It's okay. You should have milked me earlier, though. And kept the bell on."

"Klara, no. The bell is clearly some kind of magic thing that made you lactate and made you get off on mooing, if I'm judging your crotch well." She looked down and was embarrassed. "I know the bell can be helpful for you, but is this a price you're willing to pay?"

"I... Yeah."

"Huh?"

"I could sort out my thoughts well. And when there was nothing else on my mind, I could just relax."

"And be a weird cow or what? Next time tell me when the thoughts are done and we'll save ourselves some embarrassment, okay?"

"I... don't want to."

"Did... you like it?"

"Yeah... It didn't give me the same feeling as a kid. As a kid I just did it for fun, now I did it..."

"For what?"

"B-Because it turned me on." Klara +20SP (+57SP)

"Oh, sorry for asking too much. Was it okay for me to do this though? I feel bad for touching your breasts."

"James, I asked for it. I needed the milk to get out. And don't think I didn't notice your erection."

"I-I'm sorry, Klara. I respect that you're a lesbian, don't worry. Doesn't make you any less attractive though."

"Haha, it's fine. I'm glad people find me attractive. Just make sure it doesn't ruin our relationship, okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that, Klara. I'll try to get someone else to be there next time to milk you. Maybe Amber."

"Are you trying to turn me on?"

"Huh? That... wasn't my intention, sorry. I just want this to be more comfortable for you. I know you felt guilty before about showing signs of love towards me and then realizing you are a lesbian, so I want to make sure that if you're into it anyway, it might as well be with someone you'd actually like to be intimate with."

"Thanks, James. But if Amber can't... You're always welcome to put the bell on me. It really helps."

I checked the clock.