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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 1

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL

IN THE PARK...

Jack Smith, James Smith's father, was jogging through the park one 
day when two men jumped him.  Now Jack was an athletic sort, a man 
who enjoyed working out, but these men clearly knew what they were 
doing and Jack was unconscious before he knew what was happening...

**************

AT THE BEACH...

Melissa Smith, James' mother, Jack's wife, drove into the beach 
parking lot where James and his new wife Samantha were supposed to be 
meeting her later.  She was about a half hour early.  Jack had gotten 
up early, made her help him get dressed to go jogging, and she 
couldn't get back to sleep.

She looked around and saw her son's car.  Not wanting to just sit and 
wait in the car, she decided to take a walk on the boardwalk that 
surrounded the beach.  Maybe she could find James or Samantha.  At 
the very least she could get a little something to eat.  She wandered 
down the boardwalk, checking the stores (mostly tourist trap junk) 
and seeing the sights (mostly sand, hot looking bodies, and colorful 
beach umbrellas).

About fifteen minutes after she started, she saw someone who she 
thought was Samantha down on the beach.  The woman she thought was 
Samantha was rubbing suntan lotion on a beautiful, blonde woman's 
back.  "Samantha" then untied the woman's bikini top.  Melissa was 
then doubtful of this woman's identity, since she then proceeded to 
massage her partner's back in a most sensual way.  Oh, it was nothing 
that was going to get them banned from the beach, but it was 
definitely suggestive of a relationship that went beyond simple 
friendship.

Melissa tried to look away, but felt strangely drawn to this 
semi-erotic scene on the beach.  She felt her own vagina grow wet as 
the Samantha look alike's hands slowly roamed her friend's back. 
Melissa watched in rapt attention as "Samantha" rubbed the woman's 
sides, shoulders, arms, and legs (and although she wasn't really 
close enough to tell, Melissa was fairly sure that "Samantha's" hands 
went in between the blonde's legs and stroked her pussy).

Suddenly, the blonde reached behind her, re-secured the straps on her 
bikini and stood up (she was a tall drink of water, as the saying 
went).  She took "Samantha's" arm and walked towards the private 
changing rooms offered at the side of the beach.  As they walked, 
Melissa got a much closer look at the raven haired beauty.

Was it?  It was.  It was Samantha.  Was Samantha cheating on James 
after only four months of marriage?  And with another woman, no less? 
"No," she thought.  "I mean I haven't actually seen anything that was 
openly sexual.  Just a really suggestive back rub."

She watched Samantha and the blonde walk to the booth.  Just before 
they went in, they gave each other a kiss, the kind of kiss that 
Melissa felt should only be made between lovers.  Problem was, 
Melissa wasn't sure what disturbed her more; the fact that Samantha 
might be cheating on her only son, or the way these two women kissing 
made her feel... down there.  God knows, no man, including her 
husband, had made her feel that way in a very long time.  She 
couldn't remember the last time she had gotten really wet.  Now, 
this... barely PG-13 scene between two women was exciting her?

She shook her head.  She had to talk to Samantha.  At the very least 
to find out whether or not she was cheating on James.

She ran down to the beach, stopping outside the dressing room. 
Inside she heard a woman moaning in unmistakable sexual lust. 
Melissa closed her eyes and imagined the scene inside.  The blonde, 
sitting on one of those beach chairs, her legs splayed wide open, 
Samantha kneeling between them, licking with long,... slow,... 
sensitive strokes.  Samantha's fingers would gently probe and fondle 
the woman's legs, touching her in places of enjoyment that only 
another woman would know about.

Then the scene shifted.  Instead of the blonde in the chair, it 
became Melissa herself.  Samantha was still between her legs, and the 
blonde now stood behind her, rubbing and fondling her tits.

Melissa snapped her eyes open and shook her head.  Now where had that 
come from?  Melissa wasn't a lesbian.  She was happily married.

Okay, maybe saying "happily" married was stretching it.  But she was 
married and Jack was the father of her only child.  So as much as 
she... as she... disliked the man, she had a duty to stick by him. 
And as much as this imaginary lesbian scene was turning her on, she 
had to stop Samantha from cheating on her son.

She banged on the door.  "Samantha.  It's Melissa Smith, your mother-in-law."

"Uhm, wait a second, Mrs. Smith.  I'll be out in a few seconds."

Melissa heard a couple people bustling about inside.  She was tempted 
to burst in, but decided to wait.  There were no other exits to this 
booth other than the one she was standing in front of.  So she'd soon 
see whoever Samantha was having sex with in there.

Melissa heard the lock being undone on the inside of the booth.  The 
door opened, and sure enough, there stood Samantha.  "Hello, Mrs. 
Smith."

"Hello, Samantha."  Melissa made a somewhat blatant attempt to look 
over Samantha's shoulder.  "Uhm, I was pretty sure I heard someone 
else in there.  Who was it?"

A figure did step out from behind Sam, but it wasn't the blonde 
Melissa had seen before.  "Hi, mom.  Just me."

"Hello, James."  Melissa stepped up and hugged her son.

"We were just, uh,... catching some private time before we went to meet you."

"Oh, please, son, I may be old, but I'm not that old.  You two were 
doing what any newlyweds would be doing.  You were breeding like 
bunny rabbits."

James blushed red.  "Mother!"

Sam wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.  "Doesn't he blush cute?"

Melissa smiled.  "It's okay, son.  I promise that over the cruise we 
won't torment you too much."

"Yeah, sure."

"So why are we all going on this cruise?"

"Well, this is the anniversary of the day I proposed to Sam.  And I 
figured that you and dad could use the trip.  Even though dad's been 
retired for a couple years now, with the exception of our wedding, 
you two haven't left the house in decades."

"Well, you know how your dad is.  Once he gets settled into a 
pattern, he doesn't like to bother changing."

"Yeah, including a pattern of playing around on you."

"Now, James, that's between me and your father."

"Yeah, but I don't have to like it."

"Nobody's asking you to."

"Mom, why don't you leave him?"

Melissa sighed. "Son, I'm a woman in my late fifties, with no 
applicable job skills.  What am I going to do for income if I leave 
your father?"

"Mom, you could easily get more than enough alimony from dad's 
retirement income to live on comfortably for the rest of your life. 
And even if you got no alimony, you could move in with Sam and me for 
as long as you needed.  You're still a beautiful woman, mom.  Even if 
you felt you had to have a man, you could land one in no time."

"Son, even if that were true, and I don't doubt that it is, I'm from 
the old school where you don't just walk out on your husband.  The 
whole till death do you part thing.  So come on.  Your father's on 
his morning jog.  Let's change the subject.  Okay?"

"Okay, mom."

"Let's discuss where we're going to eat."

Sam said, "Oh, I know just the place.  There's this pizza place up on 
the boardwalk.  The sausage and mushroom pizza is just to die for."

"Lead the way, Samantha."

"Please.  Call me Sam, Mrs. Smith."

"Only if you call me mom."

"Okay, I'm going to get our stuff and pack it in the car.  I'll meet 
you there."

As Sam and Melissa walked off, James went inside and got their stuff. 
He then got out his cell phone, dialed a special number, and waited 
for it to pick up.  When it did, he said, "Mistress Elaine, it's 
James.  Do it."

***************

AT MISTRESS ELAINE'S PRIVATE CLINIC...

Mistress Elaine stood over an unconscious Jack Smith.  "Well, Mr. 
Smith, it appears that your wife is determined to stand by you 
despite your philandering, macho ways."

Elaine signaled to Susan, her lab assistant, who brought over a 
syringe full of some specially designed chemicals that Elaine had 
invented.  "You know," she said, still talking to the unconscious 
man, "as a scientist and a modern woman, I'm glad she didn't.  But as 
a compassionate human being, I can't help wondering if you wouldn't 
have liked it better if she had dumped your silly ass."

Elaine stuck the end of the syringe into Jack's arm and pumped him 
full of the drug.  One hour later, after the first drug had saturated 
his body, Elaine took two syringes, and injected Jack's chest, each 
one going under the nipple.  Elaine then took a third and fourth 
syringe and injected Jack in his hips and waist.  Then with one last 
syringe, injected him under his jaw.

Susan asked, "Is that it?"

"Not quite.  We'll wait one hour then inject him with the reversal agent."

"Why inject him with all the chemicals, just to inject him with the 
reversal agent?"

"Because the reversal agent we're going to inject him with is only 
one half of the entire compound.  The other half goes into his wife."

"How are we going to arrange to inject her?"

"The other half can be administered orally.  And unlike most of my 
compounds is thin enough to be mixed into an herbal tea."

"So what will these compounds do?"

"I suspect you'll have a chance to find out."

"Me?"

"Both you and Elizabeth are due for some vacation time.  So I'm 
sending the two of you on the cruise with James and Samantha.  My 
guess is that in a few days you'll be able to see first hand what the 
compounds have done."

Susan gave Elaine a lascivious look.  "Will we be in the same cabin 
as the happy couple?"

Elaine laughed.  "You are an incorrigible fiend at times.  No, you 
two will have a suite of your own.  James and Samantha will be in one 
suite, and Tracie will be in a cabin of her own."

"A separate cabin for Tracie?  But why?"

"Because James' mother, who is unaware of the existence of Tracie, 
will be in the suite right next to the happy couple.  Which means you 
must also be careful of open displays of affection with any of them, 
Tracie included."

Susan smiled and stuck out her tongue at Elaine.  "Spoilsport."

Elaine just smiled.

****************

AN HOUR LATER, AT THE BEACH...

As they talked, Sam said, "Well, it's time for this little lady to go 
use the bathroom.  Care to join me, Mrs-  mom?"

"No, dear.  But thanks for offering."

After Sam got up, gave James a kiss, and went off to the restroom, 
Melissa said, "Dear, there's something I have to ask you about Sam."

"Sure, go ahead."

"How do I put this?  Would Sam ever be willing to, uhm, spend time 
with a girl?"

"I think I understand what you're asking, and yes, she's bisexual. 
Why?  You interested?"  James winked at his mother.

"James, don't be crude.  But I was wondering, now that you two are 
married, how does she deal with her... lesbian leanings?"

"We share lovers."

"What?"

James smiled.  "We're both allowed to find lovers outside our 
marriage.  The only rule is that whoever we find is someone we have 
to be able to share.  Someone willing to have sex with either or both 
of us."

"So if I were to tell you that I saw her being... rather amorous with 
a young lady on the beach today?"

"Tall lady, blonde, big tits?"

"That's her."

"That's Tracie.  I know her well.  In fact it was Tracie who helped 
us through a really bad rough spot that we had that nearly broke us 
up."

"And you don't have a problem with the two of them having sex?" 
James shook his head.  "What if Sam were to find some guy willing to 
have sex with you?"

James smiled.  "It's already happened, mom."

Melissa was clearly shocked.  "You've had sex with guys?"

"Yup.  Does that shock you?"

"Yes!"

"Now you know how I felt when you mentioned me and Sam doing it like 
bunny rabbits."

Melissa shook her head.  "Okay, okay.  But are you kidding?  Have you 
really had sex with guys?"

"Yes, mom, I have.  Although both Sam and I prefer other women for 
our extra-marital liaisons, we BOTH have brought other men into the 
affair."

"Well, now I'm just confused."

James laughed a bit as his cell phone rang.  He answered, "Hello." 
Sam walked back to the table.  "Yeah.  Yeah, okay.  We'll be there as 
soon as we can."

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"Apparently dad was attacked while jogging in the park."

Melissa said, "What?  Where is he?  Is he okay?"

"Relax, mom.  He's fine.  He lucked out.  He was found by Elaine. 
She took him to her private clinic.  He'll get better care there then 
at any hospital in the state."

"Elaine?"

"A friend of both Sam and me.  She was at the wedding.  Perhaps you 
remember her?  Tall woman, 'bout my height, long, auburn hair, 
rather... well endowed."

"Oh, yes.  I remember."  Melissa did remember, and what she 
remembered disturbed her.  She remembered Jack and Elaine talking. 
Jack was being his usual jackass of a self, but Elaine didn't let it 
get to her.  She didn't even have that guarded civility that many 
women put up to keep from making a scene when dealing with her sexist 
husband.  She seemed so in control, so authoritative, so... 
attractive.  She was the first woman Melissa could ever remember 
being attracted to, in that way.

She shook her head.  What was she doing?  Her husband was lying in a 
hospital bed somewhere and she was fantasizing about a woman she 
barely knew.  "Come on," she said, getting up and heading to the cars.

If she hadn't been so worried about her husband or so disturbed by 
her burgeoning sexuality, she might've noticed the knowing look 
passing between her son and daughter-in-law.

***********

A HALF HOUR LATER, AT ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Melissa rushed into the clinic, and was quickly sent back to the room 
where Jack was sleeping soundly.  "Is he okay?" she asked of the 
nurse.

 From the door, she heard, "He's fine.  He's just sleeping off a 
sedative I gave him."

Melissa turned to the door.  Oh, god, it was her.  Elaine.  Melissa 
felt herself getting wet just looking at her.  She turned back to 
Jack, mostly to hide the lustful feelings she was experiencing.  "Why 
a sedative?" she asked.

"He got a nasty bump on his head, and was complaining about a 
headache.  I felt it was best if he got his rest, so I gave him a 
sedative.  Hello, Sam, James."  Elaine gave them both a hug.

"So how long is he going to be out?" James asked.

"I figure about 8 hours."

"Damn!" Sam said.  "That means we're going to miss our boat."

"Oh, yes, your cruise.  There's no need to miss it.  You three go 
ahead and catch your boat.  As soon as your father wakes up, I'll 
have him sent out on a helicopter straight to the ship."

"But I can't leave my husband."

"Nonsense, you're not leaving anyone.  So your husband misses the 
first day or two of your cruise.  He could probably stand the 
relaxation anyways."

"I don't know."

"Well, if you want, you may stay here.  But it is my expert opinion 
that you'll only be wasting your time.  I'll be in my office if you 
have any problems.  James, I have those contracts whenever you're 
ready to sign them."

James just nodded.  After Elaine left, James said, "Mom, come on."

"What?  I can't just leave my husband when he's in this state."

"What state?  He's asleep, mom.  He'll be fine.  And you do no one 
any good just sitting by a sleeping body."

"But-"

"No buts.  Mom, if I have to, I will sling you over my shoulder and 
carry you kicking and screaming onto the boat."

"You wouldn't!"  After a quick look at James' face, she said, "You 
would."  She sighed and said, "Okay.  Our stuff is packed and at the 
hotel, we'll need to pick it up before we go."

"Okay,  I'll go sign those contracts for Elaine, then we can go get them."

"All right."

Jack walked down the hall to Elaine's office.  "Hello, Mistress," he 
said as he walked into the room.

Elaine gave him an exasperated look.  "When are you and Sam going to 
stop referring to me as Mistress?  You know I've given you both 
permission to do so."

"Yeah, but I got to throw in with Sam.  It just doesn't seem right 
referring to you any other way.  I have to work at it just to 
remember when someone else is in the room.  I almost slipped just now 
with mom."

Elaine just smiled.  "Alright.  I've got to admit, I kind of get a 
kick out of it.  Here are the contracts."

James quickly signed the contracts.  "You know, you have made me a 
very rich man with what you have bought from me since we first met."

"Anything for a friend.  Now can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Let me get some blood samples of both you and Tracie before you head 
off on your vacation."

"Not a problem.  Here or in your lab?"

"Here's fine."  Elaine got out a bag with her medical supplies in it. 
James extended his arm to her, and she drew a syringe full of his 
blood.  "Okay, now Tracie."

James removed his shirt, then closed his eyes.  Elaine watched as his 
body transformed before her eyes.  His chest expanded into breasts 
fully a cup size larger than her own D cup.  His waist shrunk down 
and his hips widened.  The muscles on his legs and arms compacted, 
giving his limbs a tapered look.  His face took on a much rounder 
appearance.  Suddenly, standing before Elaine, was a beautiful little 
sex pot of a woman.  The only thing not fitting the image was her 
short, manly haircut.  Elaine said, "Every time I see you do that, 
I'm amazed.  How do you do it?"

In a lighter, sexy voice, James' alter ego, "Tracie" said, "I have no 
idea how.  I just do it.  Besides Tracie is your creation.  Yours and 
Sam's.  Don't you have any ideas?"

"Some, but nothing that's panned out."

"Well, Tracie has been a welcome addition to our lives."

"I can imagine.  Without Tracie you two would have gone your separate ways."

A year ago, almost to the day, James had broken up with Sam for no 
other reason than she didn't want to let him have sex with her (she 
had her reasons, he had to admit), so, for reasons of her own, Sam 
went to "Mistress" Elaine, a master biochemist whose work was decades 
ahead of anything being done by anyone else, and had her kidnap James 
then inject him with a compound that had turned him into Tracie, a 
she-male beauty with implanted commands that would make her 
subservient and controllable.

The original plan was to teach him a lesson then to set it up so that 
Sam or Elaine could transform him back and forth between his two 
forms, giving him some time as James, but having to spend most of his 
time as Tracie, the sex slave.

But something happened.  Somewhere along the way James and Tracie 
merged psychologically.  James understood the lessons that Sam wanted 
to teach him, and, somehow, gained control of the transformation, and 
could switch back and forth between the two forms at will.  James 
also gained Tracie's strong empathy for those around her, 
particularly when the person was a lover.

After Sam had revealed herself, a she-male who was the handiwork of 
Mistress Elaine, to what she thought was a subservient Tracie, James 
understood how he had hurt Sam, and fell in love with her all over 
again.  He revealed his secret to Sam and proposed to her.

It was also Tracie's empathy that brought them to their current 
place.  At their reception, James' father, Jack, had acted like his 
usual sexist self, causing all sorts of problems amongst the female 
guests, and to James, with his psychic empathy, it was total hell. 
Jack finally pushed his son over the edge when he told his new wife 
that she should just give up her successful law practice to be a good 
stay at home wife for James.  So, in return for allowing Mistress 
Elaine to study how he controlled his transformation and splitting 
the costs of the drugs involved, Elaine would use her biochemical 
know-how to teach Jack a well deserved lesson of his own.  Sam knew 
about this, of course, but his mother was still clueless.

"So," James asked as Elaine took "Tracie's" blood, "any other 
theories on what allows me to do this?"

"A few.  But they'll take more extensive testing that'll have to wait 
till you get back."

"So what's this for?"

"Just regular testing to judge changes in your biochemical state."

"I just realized something.  In the year that I have known you, I 
don't think I have yet to see you take a break.  When was the last 
time you took a vacation?"

Elaine stopped and thought about it.  "About... ten years ago."

"So why don't you come with us?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I've got too much work to do here. 
Although, I've got to admit, I'd really like to get to know your 
mother better.  Is she really in her fifties?"

"Uh-huh.  Fifty-eight next April."

"Amazing.  I would've pegged her as being almost twenty years younger 
than that.  Only the silvering of her hair is any mark of her true 
age."

"Yeah, if only it were for the right reasons."

"What do you mean?"

"She's always been younger then she looked, but about ten years back, 
she started getting various types of plastic surgery to stay looking 
young.  But she did it at dad's request.  Face lifts, tummy tucks, 
even breast implants and butt work.  Not that doing so made any 
impression on him."

"James, the more I learn of your father, the less I like him."

"At least you haven't had to live with him for the last two and a 
half decades.  So how're you going to get my mom medicated?"

"Already being done.  Your mother is being given a nice herbal tea to 
calm her frazzled nerves.  An herbal tea laced with the compound she 
needs."

"Excellent."

Elaine put the vials of blood into a special refrigerator.  "Okay you 
can change back now."

James concentrated and returned to his masculine form.  "You sure you 
won't join us on our cruise?"

"I'm sure.  But thanks for the offer."

James wandered back to his father's room, thinking about Mistress 
Elaine.  He was going to have to make a couple calls to Linda and 
Susan.  For all that she had done, Elaine deserved a vacation.

*************

LATER THAT DAY, ON THE SHIP...

Melissa walked in on James and Sam while they were unpacking.  "Hey, kids."

"Hey, mom," James said.

"Well, I'm finished with my unpacking.  Do you two need any help?"

"Naw, mom.  We're just finishing up."

Melissa noticed an unopened suitcase.  "What about that?" she said, 
picking it up.

"Don't bother with that one, mom."

"Nonsense.  The quicker we get it done, the quicker we can get to 
having fun."  She popped the suitcase open.  "Lingerie and women's 
bathing suits?"  She picked up one of the suits.  "Uhm, seems a 
little large for you, Samantha.  In more ways than one."

"That's because it's not mine."

Melissa looked to her son.  "Don't tell me you're wearing women's 
clothes, James?"

James smiled.  "It's Tracie's.  She spends a lot of time over at our 
house and leaves quite a bit of her clothes there.  This is the stuff 
she wanted to take along, and since we weren't sure of her cabin 
assignment at the time, we just packed it up and had it sent here."

Melissa said, "She spends a lot of time at your house?  I think I 
want to meet this girl."

"Why don't we go meet her?  She should be unpacking in preparation 
for departure."

"Okay.  I think that'd be great."  James could tell by his mother's 
tone that she wasn't too sure about Tracie, but was pretty sure she 
wasn't going to like what she learned.

They all quickly changed into clothes for walking on deck.  Samantha 
changed into a bathing suit and a matching skirt.  James got into 
shorts and a polo shirt.  And Melissa got into a yellow sun dress. 
Melissa looked at her son and asked, "James, did you shave your legs?"

Samantha said, "Oh, I asked him to do that.  I'm afraid his leg 
hairs... irritate me when we're having sex."

"And you did that for her?"

"Sure, mom.  It's not that big a deal."  Melissa sighed.  "What?"

"It's just that your father's leg hairs irritate me also, but I doubt 
he'd be so accommodating."

"Probably not.  Shall we go?"

They went down a couple floors to Tracie's room.  They knocked on the 
door, but after a while, when they got no response, James said, 
"Maybe she's wandering the deck before departure.  Why don't you two 
do the same, and I'll check with the purser to see if she's checked 
in.  Even if you don't find her, it'll give you a chance to get 
familiar with the ship."

"Okay, hun," Samantha said.  "Come on, mom."  And before Melissa 
could protest, she was dragged off to the deck.

As soon as his wife and mom were out of sight, James looked around, 
pulled out a room key and unlocked the door.  Going inside he quickly 
stripped off his clothes.  He closed his eyes, and Tracie came forth. 
He grabbed one of "Tracie's" suitcases, and opened it up.  He grabbed 
a matching bra and panty set and quickly put them on.  Then, looking 
through "her" clothes, Tracie decided on a sun dress similar to the 
one his mother had on.  He decided to forgo a slip even though his 
mother was wearing one.  He reached back, zipped up, then got out his 
blonde wig and put it on.  Putting on a light application of make-up, 
Tracie finally felt ready to face the world.

She went out and went up on deck.  She made sure to check in with the 
purser as Tracie, then found a place on deck to watch as the ship 
pulled out.  It didn't take long before she heard Sam's voice. 
"Tracie!"

Tracie turned and waved to her wife and best friend.  Sam and Melissa 
came over, and Tracie surprised them by wrapping her arm around them 
and planting a kiss on Sam's lips.  They had discussed it earlier and 
decided that they would keep it low key while Melissa was around. 
But Tracie/James had been away from Sam too long.  Even the half hour 
they had been apart was too much and she just couldn't resist taking 
a taste of Sam's mouth.

"Hey, love," Tracie said.

"Uhm,... yes,... well...  Tracie, I'd like you to meet Melissa Smith, 
James' mother."

Tracie extended her hand.  "Finally glad to meet you, Mrs. Smith. 
James has nothing but the kindest words for you."

Melissa gulped.  She had intended to confront this woman, and find 
out what kind of role she played in her son's marriage.  But now, 
standing in front of this tall, blonde beauty, all she could do was 
envision the same scene she had at the beach, Sam between her legs 
and Tracie behind her fondling her tits.  She shook it off, and took 
Tracie's hand.  "Charmed."

Melissa wondered what she was going to say when she heard another 
voice yell out, "Sam!  Tracie!"  She turned and saw two women headed 
towards them.  The first was a beautiful brunette about Sam's height, 
maybe a little smaller.  The second was a tall (6'4" at least) blonde 
with mammoth tits (porn star huge tits).  And Melissa found herself 
growing uncomfortably wet just looking at them.

As soon as they got close Sam hugged the brunette and Tracie hugged 
the blonde.  Sam said, "Mom, I'd like to introduce you to two of our 
best friends.  The sexy brunette is Susan."  Melissa took Susan's 
hand.  "And the amazonian blonde is Elizabeth, her wife."

Melissa took Elizabeth's hand, then said, "Wife?"

Elizabeth said, "It's not an officially recognized marriage, of 
course.  But I serve at home as Elizabeth's good and dutiful wife. 
So that's what I prefer to refer to myself as."

"Well, that's... uhm,...  Well, I'm not sure what it is.  But as long 
as you're happy together."

"Ecstatic."

Melissa didn't know what to say.  Especially since she was 
envisioning the two women rolling around naked on a bed.  "Well,... 
I'm happy for you."  What was going on?  Why couldn't she control 
herself?  All right, she might be able to accept that she had lesbian 
feelings, but was she destined to lose control every time she met a 
beautiful woman?

Together, the five of them watched the ship pull out of dock, but 
Melissa was so confused, she didn't even wonder where her son was.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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