Message-ID: <30049asstr$988467002@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Return-Path: <news@webtv.net>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: Adam1076@webtv.net (Adam Stark)
X-Original-Message-ID: <22680-3AEA44C6-2@storefull-111.iap.bryant.webtv.net>
Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV)
Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit
X-WebTV-Signature: 1
	ETAuAhUAysh+hsAgXN0rzeabuhX6NsI2agsCFQCsxErddEG/0XunBfA2LOwVVK7hzg== 
Content-Disposition: Inline
Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#12
Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 10:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/30049>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly

                 Part - 12 

Watching mom pace around the kitchen (which we never used very much
anymore since we mostly all ate outside the house nowadays or ordered
takeout even when we were here) after she had clumsily started the
coffee maker, and then gone to the refrigerators freezer to fetch
something to munch on with the coffee, at which point I noticed that she
just stood there and looked inside for what must have been five minutes
(which started to make me worry), before she had seemed to have suddenly
comeback from where she had been, and reached in and had taken down (I
saw) a Sara Lee microwave coffee cake, (which was now cooking away) as I
sat there in my chair at the small kitchen table trying to put the few
pieces I had together in my head on just exactly what the hell was going
on here.

The best I could figure out at this point was that it started (at least
as far as I was aware) last night when mom called me at Maria's house,
which damn near made me have a heart attack as I thought she had found
out about me and Maria, at which point she then told me to stay there
(and not to go home for any reason) until she picked me up sometime
around noon tomorrow, which was to say the least strange!

The next thing I knew (after she had picked me up) as we were riding
home in her car, was that she was telling me that some doctor was
supposed to be coming over to the house to talk to us about your brother
today, and that what she was going to tell us was not going to be
pleasant to listen to, and that I was to get ahold of myself at what I
was about to hear her tell us, which at that point made me very nervous
(and to tell the truth very scared) as I remembered the last time mom
had talked this way was when dad died, and so (by that time) I was
thinking about all kinds of weird shit to myself, which mostly revolved
around the theme that they had found out that Peter was bad sick in some
way, and that from the way mom was talking to me that maybe he was going
to die or something!

Abruptly she then sat down in the chair next to me, bringing me back to
the here and now, at which time as I turned to look at her I saw her
start to tear up, and not knowing what the heck else to do as the tears
started to run down her cheeks, I then instinctively put my arm around
her shoulder at which point she totally broke down and started to cry.

God all I could think about as I held onto her was how I wished that
Julie was here, as I could do little else but hold on to her and wait
for the tears to stop, which felt so strange to me as when this happened
before it was usually me who was the one who needed the shoulder to cry
on, which for her took almost a good ten minutes to run its course, as
just about the time the chime went off on the Micro I noticed that she
was starting to dry her eyes and beginning to worry about little things
like her make up, which after I told her that I would take the desert
out to cool, she then headed on off off to the small bathroom we had
downstairs on this side of the house and fixed it.

Pouring myself a small cup of coffee (when I saw that the Mister Java
was finished cycling) after I had finished setting the cake on the
counter to cool, I then sat down and reached over on the table and
picked up a couple of packets of diet coffee creamer and low_cal
sweetener from out of the covered bowl, and after ripping them open I
dumped them in my cup at which point I sat there slowly sipping my drink
(between blowing on it for a minute or two between sips) as I waited for
one or both of them to return, and to hopefully finally tell me what the
fuck was going on!

[ The Dreamer ]

Laying down fully dressed on my bed with the goggles on sure felt funny
as hell, especially in the middle of the afternoon, and then all of a
sudden before I was ready for it the program started running, and I
found myself looking at a black and white loading grid just like what I
had experienced on my old PS3.

Feeling her hand me a simple remote I then ran thru the practice routine
that popped up (which I saw was straightforward enough) at which point I
then hit the red start button and settled back to wait for the game to
begin.

First thing that happened (as I expected) was that the simple grid
started to fade out, which was replaced by what I recognized as the
lobby of an old fashioned movie theater, which I saw right off only had
six old style flat screens so I knew that it was really old like 1980's
old.

Using the remote to pan around I really appreciated the work the
person(s) who wrote the program did with it, as it was Full Blown with a
speed that hinted to me that this machine was using the new Pentium
Double K chip.

And so far after about five minutes I reckoned as I was really working
the remote and no matter what trick I tried I couldn't detect any
shimmies or skips, no matter how fast I panned as the ThreeDee effect
was so good that if I hadn't felt my bed under me, I would have sworn
that I was standing in the theater!

Then hearing this tinkling sound I panned left and saw in the back of
the lobby this little fountain, which uncharacteristically drew my
attention, so doing a VR walk ( which was surprisingly easy) I made my
way to the edge of it, at which point I noticed that it caught the light
in a funny kinda way as it surged up and then down which seemed to draw
me in as I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of it, until that is I
turned at a sound I heard behind, and saw this pretty young eighteen ish
woman dressed in this cheap polyester movie uniform standing behind me,
who after a minute in which I saw her lips move but heard nothing, but
which all of a sudden I then heard her, was asking me me if I felt
alright?

Telling her that I was just fascinated by the water fountain, she all of
a sudden brightened as she gave this little giggle and said "Yes it does
kind of draw ones eyes to it"  which I then noticed she seemed to stop
and think a second or two before she unexpectedly asked me if I had a
ticket, as the next movie (she explained) started in just a minute, at
which point I felt this object in my right hand that a minute ago I
could of sworn I didn't have, and as I held it out to her I saw that it
was a gold colored piece of cardboard ( about the size of a chunky bar)
that at once seemed to draw her respect (for what reason I hadn't a
clue) as she then asked me if I would like my free popcorn and soda,
which seeing no reason not to I said that I would like it now.

Following her over to the concession counter I caught the smell of real
popcorn popping, which almost out of force of habit caused me to deeply
and repeatedly inhale the delicious odor at which point my mouth started
to water as she handed me the large box of still warm popcorn and then
the frosty 22 ounce cup of pepsi, which I immediately started to munch
on, and which for some reason simply tasted wonderful.

Then all of a sudden I was bought back to the present as she told me
that if I didn't want to miss the sneak preview I better hurry on in,
which unthinkingly I did at which point as I sat down in an empty seat
in the middle of the empty theater, I realized that I didn't have the
fainest idea what the movie I was about to watch was?

Well whatever the hell it was I thought I can put up with it for two
hours, as I sat there munching on my corn (as about on average every
third mouthful I took a good sip of my soda), eventually the lights
dimmed and up popped onto the flat white screen this grainy green and
white announcement, that the following preview had been approved for the
viewing of all audiences.

Suddenly in faded a scene from an old movie that I distantly remembered
(from one of the cable channels late late shows) called Equus, and the
scene they showed was the one in which Jill was introducing Alan to the
stable horses for the first time, in order to show him how to properly
groom them.

Only what I now saw up on the screen was not that scene exactly but
something far more vulgar, as it showed Jill (still in her riding outfit
all right) but it was strangely unbuttoned on her lite white cotton
shirt just enough so one could, from time to time catch a long look at
her naked breasts,and all the while as she was bent over a now naked
Alan Strang who now was kneeling on the dirty stable floor jerking off a
grey coated stallion as Jill kept saying to him " Thats it remember
alway long even strokes and remember the rougher you do it the better
the horse likes it, thats it It looks like you got a feel for it ,I can
tell" at which point as she was laughing at him some girl off screen
called her name, at which point she leaned in closer to him and said
into his ear "Your doing fine Alan, keep it up and when your finished
here go to the next stall and do Old Trooper"at which point as the scene
slowly fade I saw Alan put his lips to the tip of the stallions cock
just as it shot its load all over his face.

Then as the screen once again faded to black, only to then be replaced
by the green grainy preview announcement, then up popped another scene
from a movie called April Love.

Only instead of the fifties love story I remembered, up popped this
scene which showed this pretty young girl (who I remember was played by
Shirley Jones) who was dressed in faded blue jeans and a flannel shirt,
with her blond hair pulled back into a pony tail,and who was sitting in
this sulky with legs spread wide, only instead of the horse I expected
to see in front of her, I saw this young man who was completely naked
and at a guess wa painfully strapped and buckled into its place.

And if that wasn't enough this girl was racing him like a real horse on
this sulky track full tilt, and that he was I saw huffing and puffing
and that when he slowed down she would lay into his back with some long
riding crop, until the sweat was pouring off him at which point she
reined him in and slowly trotted him off to the side, where this other
older girl sat in a folding chair watching the whole thing as she sipped
a nice cold drink.

Jumping off the sulky after reaching the older girl, the younger one
said to her "hey Fran do you mind watching nick here while I go take a
pee?" at which point Fran said "No problem Liz" and as she raced off to
go to the john in the barn I saw nick the ponyboy as he stood there
attempting to get an erection, even though his cock was in somekind of
device whch when Fran saw what he was doing she shook he head and
muttered "Silly Gelding".

At which point the scene once again started to fade out but instead of
another preview this time what flashed up on the screen was the Feature
Presentation routine, at which point I realized I had such a hardon that
I wouldn't have been surprised to hear it rip right thru my pants!

To be continued.... 

http://community.webtv.net/Adam1076/StoryArchiveAFamily

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+