This choice: "Remove the feeling, I'm sure you'll enjoy it more if you don't feel guilty!" • Go Back...Chapter #8"Remove the feeling, I'm sure you'l... by: Unknown Emily may have been more forthcoming about all of this debauchery but you were a bit more reserved, at least for the time being that is. This was really a favor for her own benefit and you wanted her to not feel guilty about it, and you didn't want to feel guilty about it either. "You can go ahead and remove the feeling, I'll be in my room. Just give it back to me when you're done, alright?" You ask, nodding as you take your exit.
"WAIT! I have an idea!" Emily exclaims, catching both you and Joan's (your mother's) attention. "Terrance (you) doesn't want in for now, but I do! If you wouldn't mind could you attach his boy bits to the underside of my head? That way I'll feel it and he won't." She offered.
Joan shrugged. "It'll make it easier to hold on to. Terrance, do you mind if we go with her idea? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.
It did, but you didn't say so. "Uh, yeah sure. Go ahead. Just remember to give it back when you're done." You say. Emily squeals in delight as her head is turned upside down and Joan positions your very erect member over her stump. She pressed down firmly and three things happen at once. First, you lose feeling in your manhood, though you're still very aroused so at least the magic seems to keep your hormones in check in spite of the lack of parts. Second Emily gains control of your member, her breath catching in her throat as all new sensations washed over her. Third Emily immediately came directly onto Joan's chin and lower face, unable to hold it in as both women shrieked in surprise. Emily, now panting in exhaustion, shakily said "Sorry about that, I didn't realize how this thing would feel. It was a lot stronger than I expected."
Joan simply smiled, turning Emily upright. She stuck her tongue out and licked the semen off of her chin before answering "It's quite alright, so long as you've got a few more where that came from!"
She brought Emily to her face and Emily began licking up her (your?) goo, building up another load as she got even hotter and more bothered. You decided now would be a good time to take your leave, allowing Joan to relieve her stress in piece. You returned to your room and began screwing around on your computer.
Okay, what the fuck? It's been an hour. AN HOUR. How long could they seriously keep this up, it was ridiculous! The worst part had to be that you forgot the blade in there room and had nothing to do. You thought about swapping some parts with Joan's old body but without the blade that would be impossible. Finally you hear there door open, slow and footsteps down the hall, and your door finally creaks open.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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