World of Women - World of Women – V5 – Chapter 2

“The supplies are doing well. We have food to last the population for the summer. Our coffers are also quite well stocked. We’re exceptionally wealthy. It’s not surprising, considering how many countries wish to rent out our studs. Even countries with a fair amount of men have seen the stats of our country’s births. More male children than anywhere else in the world. It makes our men top picks on the world market. If only they knew this statistic was being skewed by a very specific line.” He glanced at me cautiously from over the paper.

“I don’t think it’s that they don’t know,” Roxanne spoke up. “However, there is always the hope that if they flatter us enough, Clyburn will make a personal visit, or send out one of his sons.”

Every eye darted at me, but I was staring down at the table, not responding at all.

“Either way.” The man continued. “I’d like to hire workers to start to renovate parts of the city. The last renovation was shortly after emancipation. However, if we want to move forward as a country, I recommend that we tear down the old buildings of Amaryllis and resurrect something more benefiting our new heritage.”

“You mean something utilitarian?” Cornelia made a face. “I’ve seen the simple environments the men are happy with. I’ve told them they are free now and can own anything they want. They don’t have to live in such empty spaces, but they’d have nothing but a chair and television in their room if there isn’t a woman around to add more. It will take generations to deprogram them from the damage done by female-lead demographics.”

I might have told her that there were men like that even in my world, and it had nothing to do with their former lifestyle, but I was only passively listening to the conversation and it hadn’t clicked.

“Anyway, we have the plans set out. We’ll need to temporarily relocate the men so they aren’t harassed by the construction women we higher to work on the reconstruction, but I think a lot of them will appreciate the improvements we plan on doing. For example, I was thinking of…” He paused for a bit, looking at me. “I was thinking we put up a statue of Clyburn in the new town square.”

“A statue? Isn’t that a bit premature?” Roxanne asked. “Statues are for dead people.”

“It’s been sixteen years since the male emancipation. Since then, Mr. Bornholdt has done more for the world in that time than any other person alive. The country of Valiant wouldn’t exist if it hadn’t been for his steady stream of magical and practical inventions. Other countries still don’t believe it was all created by one man. They’ve come to believe men have a knack for invention and discovery. Thankfully, a couple of countries tested this out and came to a supporting conclusion, but it still can’t be denied that Mr. Bornholdt wasn’t just our revolutionary leader, but he changed the entire world. Right, Mr. Bornholdt?”

I blinked, looking up. “Ah, yeah, right.”

The man gave the two girls a smug look, while Roxanne and Cornelia glared at me.

“Clyburn! He’s saying they want to erect a statue in your honor.”

I blinked again and then frowned. “Why would you waste money on that?”

The man’s smile turned a bit strained, but he remained patient. “As I was explaining, my lord…”

“I’m not a lord.” My expression darkened.

He coughed. “Excuse me, I mean Mr. Bornholdt, our country’s cash flow is exceptionally well, just with our export of male seed. We’re doing our best to help men overseas, but we have men here now, and they want to honor you.”

“What about the other industries?” I demanded, looking for my notes and realizing I hadn’t brought any. “What about the fishing trade… manufacturing, weren’t we talking about mass producing magic rune circuits?”

“Those trades are still growing.” His lips tightened further. “Fishing is barely turning a profit and the manufacturing has continued to be a net loss.”

“How can that be?” I demanded, “We live on a floating island in the middle of the ocean, we could just move to a better fishing location.”

He let out a little sigh like he’s explained this before. “Our country simply doesn’t have enough women to work those jobs.”

“What about the men?” I asked incredulously.

“Why would they be willing?” He seemed shocked by my suggestion. “Men don’t have to work those dangerous and life-threatening jobs. Simply selling their seed is enough to maintain most of their lifestyles.”

I hissed. “I knew we should have ratified that seed tax.”

“If you had done that, you would have lost the support of most of the men,” Cornelia explained.

I shook my head. “How can they even call themselves men if they’re not even willing to work for the freedom I gave them? How have things changed? Men are still sitting on their asses all day spooging into a cup and getting paid to do nothing.”

“Clyburn!” Roxanne admonished.

I blinked, looking at the man who seemed a bit shocked at my outburst. I realized I had stood up with my hands on the table. I sat back down and crossed my arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m not the leader anymore. You should do what you think is best, President Trey.”

President Trey winced. “I still respect your opinion Cly. We went to school together. Who ever thought we’d be running things back when we were shooting the shit in Takasha’s class. Now they’re all gone. Mortimus, Takasha, Sven… Rigor…”

“…” I lowered my head.

“I only have a year left in office. I just want to leave something behind matching your legacy, man. Some are asking me to run again. Some want you to run again.”

“I already told them two terms… eight years. I told them it needed to be a law.” I grumbled.

He held up his hands. “I don’t plan to run again, but it does make me worry for the future of Valiant. Rumor has it no other men want to run. They’re saying the next president is going to be a woman. Putting us back under a matriarchy… I just think having a statue of you will remind them of the matriarchy we left not so long ago.”

“I’ll… think about it,” I responded.

He patted me on the shoulder. “That’s all I’m asking, man.”

He turned and left the room, but I remained sitting there. I realized that Roxanne and Cornelia were still sitting there, watching me with concern.

“Why do you still drag me to these meetings?” I asked. “I stopped running this country 7 years ago. Trey still seems to think he can’t decide without consulting me. Your secretary of security and the secretary of state, how about you advise him.”

“Clyburn, are doing alright?” Cornelia asked hesitantly. “You’ve seemed distant lately.”

“Whatever your problem.” Roxanne cut in. “You need to understand that you represent freedom to these people. From the moment you flew them out of Amaryllis, you’ve owed them your life. I’ll never understand why you stepped down from power. You said it was to focus on family, but how many kids do you have now?”

I coughed. “Seventy-five… I think.”

Compared to most men, my number was exceptionally small. A man who didn’t have at least 100 children by twenty-five would be a failure to the human race. However, I was given a lot of slack because 33 of the 75 children happened to be male, a number that put any other man to complete shame. I had originally wanted to restrain myself from having too many children, but with so many women in my life, the number seemed to creep up there whether I had wanted it to or not.

Some women I impregnated multiple times because they wanted a boy. I slept with all the women I loved, but there were also obligatory babies and political babies. I had to impregnant at least three princesses over the years to forge alliances with countries. Of course, two of those countries insisted the baby was a boy. That didn’t even include Matahari, although I eventually produced the male heir Talitha wanted.

“The country is still practically new. They need leadership. If you won’t step up, then why not one of your sons? Drake, Kato, and even Charles would do.”

I shook my head. “They are all too young.”

“Drake and Kato aren’t any younger than you were when you became leader.” Cornelia shook her head.

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. How could I explain to them that I was a bit more mature at that age because of my former life? It was true, I rarely acted it, but that didn’t mean one of my 18-year-old kids was ready to rule a nation. My kids had mostly lived stressless, easy lives, and I’d rather it stayed that way.

“Even Charles’s first kid will be born soon,” Roxanne added.

“Don’t remind me I’m a grandfather.” I groaned.

Cornelia shook her head. “You’re still really strange sometimes. You have grandkids up to eight years old. Even if you wanted to play with one of them, no one would protest, but you haven’t even impregnated one of your 18-year-old daughters.”

“They’re my children. I’m a parent,” I winced. “How could I do that to them?”

“You never hesitated when you came in my pussy.” A voice came from the door, causing everyone to look up.

A beautiful woman was standing there. In the last decade, she barely looked like she had aged at all. She still had the same dark black hair, the beauty mark, and the voluptuous body. She wore skintight dresses and heels, just like I liked it. Many advancements had come in the last decade, and while she had some magical work done, she was still just as sexy as back then.

I smiled despite myself. “Mom.”

“Mrs. Bornholdt.” Cornelia immediately acted respectfully.

She never seemed to know how to act around my mom. Ever since we started a sexual relationship, she could never move into being part of the family, even after getting pregnant.

“Mom.” Roxanne nodded, saluting.

Since she had no feelings for me, she kept things more cordial. In fact, since Brooke had always had a crush on my mom, it left Roxanne feeling a bit helpless on how she should treat her. Thus, she was respectful, but never warm.

“Ai, ai… don’t call me that.” Morgan waved her hand while blushing. “It makes me feel old.”

“You’re the grandmother to my wife’s child. It’s the least I could do…”

“I have a lot of grandchildren now. A mother couldn’t be happier.” Mom beamed. “However, my son chose to gift you and Brooke that baby. Brayden is yours now.”

Mom pretended to act modest, but the truth was that she loved being my mother. Most men, abandoned their moms when they left the nest. However, I kept my mother close, and it had long been determined that my mom was special to me. Any girls that wanted me usually had to make good with my mother first. It was actually kind of annoying, and probably why I ended up with so many kids in the first place. Those that had met me before Mom had gotten out of prison were exempt, but any other girl who wanted to get close had to suck up to Mom hard, and it filled her with great joy. She had taken Cornelia’s job as a breeding agent, although she was harder to say no to than Cornelia had been. That naturally made things even more complex between the two women.

“I-I’ll keep that under advisement.”

“How is my grandson doing anyway?” Morgan asked.

“Ah… he’s doing well.” She nodded. “He’s started to get erections. His mommy has been letting him put it in her until it softens. She calls it fertilizing. It helps a penis grow to its fullest size by putting its proper place.”

“That’s 100% true!” Morgan nodded. “I let Clyburn stick it in me when he was young and it was a tiny thing and now look how big he is.”

I frowned. “It wasn’t tiny. You said I was bigger than Dad.”

“Don’t be jealous dear… a son’s cock is always the best cock.” Mom declared.

Roxanne stiffened slightly. “Brooke… has been seeming to get very into fertilizing lately. She even gets on top.”

“Ah, well, maybe I’ll talk to her.” I declared.

Roxanne let out a breath, relaxing slightly. “Thanks. She does seem to calm down after a visit from you.”

I laughed awkwardly. She didn’t need to know that what Brooke was missing was some Vitamin D. She was a bit difficult to get pregnant, and we ended up going at it quite a lot. Although Brooke declared herself a lesbian for life, her body had grown accustomed to my dick. Roxanne kept her happy most of the time, but every few months she’d up pouncing on me. Since she was still the head of my security, she was one of the few who could get access to my dick whenever she wanted.

Of course, we were still just friends, but we loved each other and I knew she’d die for me. My son was only ten and I had seen his little pecker. I knew there was no way she was even getting penetrated by that little thing. I’d remind her whose dick made her happy, and perhaps give him a lesson too. Maybe he can fertilize his dick in Roxanne for a while.

While I was having these perverted thoughts, Roxanne and Cornelia bid their farewells. Cornelia still gave me a worried look, but Roxanne was thinking about other things. My thought processes were only interrupted when Mom suddenly threw herself on my lap sideways. Her arm wrapped around my neck and I had to grab her back to keep her from sliding to the ground. Even then, the chair tilted very nearly tossing us to the ground.

It was the kind of move I’d expect from some of my children when they wanted attention, but I was caught off guard by my mother doing it.

“Wh-what is this?” I asked, feeling a bit at loss.

“Clyburn, do you love Mommy?” My mother asked innocently.

I let out a laugh. “I mean, you’re my mother. I’ll always love you.”

“Really?” She leaned forward, putting out her lip. “Do you love me?”

“Um… yeah…” As I spoke, she reached out and grabbed my hand.

Before I realized what was happening, she guided my hand up her inner thigh and between her legs. When I felt the hair and wetness, I realized Mom wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath that tight black dress of hers.

“Show me how much you love me.” She panted in my ear, grinding her butt on my cock which was already pitching a tent into my mom’s crack.

“Fuck, Mom…” I groaned, my finger slipping into her wet twat as her lips found mine.

We kissed for a few moments while she ground herself skillfully against my prick, my fingers simultaneously being rocked in and out of her pussy. She moaned hungrily as she kissed me, letting out a gasp as I pushed my finger into her down the knuckles. As I began to thrust three fingers into her using my entire arm, I attacked her neck. I licked and sucked my way along her soft flesh until I got to her earlobe where my tongue flicked out and teased her supple skin.

A wet noise imitated from between her legs as I violated her cunt, giving it to her rough, just like my mother liked it. She started panting while desperately gyrating her hips against my hand and cock, both driving me even crazier while satisfying her lust too.

My other hand roamed over her breasts, feeling every curve and contour of them. They were so big, and with a little effort, I got to squeeze them together inside her dress, causing her to moan louder.

I got more aggressive, groping at her ass cheeks with the hand supporting her back and pulling her close to me. She had a good body, and after years of using her body as my training tool, I knew her body better than anyone. Her amazing tits bounced in my hand. I could feel her nipples hardening under the manipulation of my fingertips.

Her hand reached back behind us, and I felt the smooth fabric of her bra give way when she pulled it aside. She lowered her dress down, revealing her chest to me. They looked just as wonderful as they did when I was a baby, and just like back then, I dived my face into that chest, even while I finger-banged her.

“Oh, yes!” Mom cried out, her hips buckling against my hand as I pinched her nipples with my mouth.

“Mllm mmn…” I responded, my words blocked by her nipples in my mouth.

My fingers plunging into her pussy produced a filthy sound, and the smell of her lust was starting to permeate the chambers.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yeah! You’re making me…ohh…” She moaned loudly, her voice breaking on the last word.

As soon as I heard her voice break, I grabbed onto her hips, holding her still as she came. The waves of her orgasm washed over her body again and again, making her shudder and shake uncontrollably in my arms. All I wanted to do was make her cum, and I was glad to see I could still do it efficiently. Only a few minutes had passed by since she entered the room, and she was already leaking fluids all over my hand and lap like a naughty girl. When she finally stopped shaking, I pulled away from her neck and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Okay, Mom, aahhh!”

If I thought I had finally soothed her, Mom had other plans. She spun around, rising her leg up and nearly hitting me with her heels she was still wearing. She savagely tore at my pants, opening up the tent and revealing my fully erect member.

“Please, baby, Mommy needs your cock.”

“Okay, Mommy.” I winced, having been caught in the moment and accidentally calling her such an embarrassing term.

She didn’t seem to care, as she was already sliding my dick into her wet pussy. A moment later, I didn’t care either since I was balls-deep in my mother. She straddled me in the conference chair and started riding me wildly. Mom had always been a sensual woman, but I hadn’t seen her like this in ages. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. The feeling of her erotic body bouncing on top of my cock was something no other woman could replicate. No one could fuck me quite like Mommy, I mean, my Mom.

As Mom bounced up and down in my lap, her bare chest flopped in my face, giving me a wonderful feeling. Her body had a sheen of sweat, filling my nostrils with her familiar scent, and I felt the youthful exuberance of fucking like when I was a boy. She was energetic and wild, the way I remembered her being before she went to prison, and it made me wish we were younger once again. Then maybe I could have impregnated Mom again and given her a second boy.

Mom’s whole body shook, and her hair flew about her head wildly. “Oh, yes, oh, God, yes, keep going, baby, make Mommy cum! Please, let me cum for you.”

With a cry, Mom came. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. I could feel her juices dripping down my shaft, coating it with the sweet nectar. Mom didn’t wait to finish climaxing though. She was very attentive, and she seemed to know that I hadn’t cum inside her. She immediately fell to her knees. It was so abrupt I reached forward afraid she fell. However, her head was engulfing my cock a second later.

I let out a moan, my head rolling back as Mom’s head began to bob up and down on my cock. Mom had long since mastered deep-throating my cock, and she knew how to suck it crazily. Even though she was still shivering with wet juices running down her leg, Mom’s focus was completely on making sure I came without interruption. That was something no other woman would do. Even the girls who loved me the most would finish cumming on me and relaxing before finishing the job. Only my mother would abandon all courtesy to make sure my pleasure was uninterrupted.

That didn’t I didn’t want Mom to get off too, but she had already cum and I was so close. My hands ended up in her hair, holding it tight as her throat spasmed up and down on my shaft. Her tongue swirled around my cock head, swirling and licking it to further drive me over the edge. I felt the sudden pressure in my balls and suddenly, there was nothing more important than emptying my seed into my mother’s mouth.

With a cry, I climaxed. The first shot of jizz came out just as my mother was pulling back her hair to dive down again, causing it to hit her nose and chin. It spurted from my cock in a powerful jet. But even as Mom tried to recover, my cock pulsated and I unloaded another five shots onto her face. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I spewed out everything I had. Even with the surprise cumshot, Mom already had her mouth open and waiting by then, taking the rest of my load into her mouth obediently.

When I finished, she swallowed loudly and then continued to lick and clean my shaft and balls. Mother was thoroughly cleaning me up, and while her face had streaks of white all over it dribbling down her chin and even dripping onto her bare chest, there wasn’t a drop of sex on me. While still breathing hard, she gave my softening cock a kiss as if thanking a lifelong lover, and then tucked it back in and zipped up my pants.

She then sat back in front of me. She used one hand to wipe the cum from her face, licking it. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit as she looked up at me lovingly.

Mother looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and a finger on her tongue as she said, “Mmm…that tastes so good, baby.”

I was just about to ask her what she wanted since I couldn’t imagine her actions weren’t deliberate when I noticed something in my hand. I lifted my hand to see a few flecks of hair. I had been grabbing onto her hair quite hard and I must have pulled some out. However, it wasn’t the Midnight black hair of my mother.

“Gray hair.”

Mom jerked up as I had just slapped her across the face. “Ah! H-how did that get there!”

“Mom, is this your…”

“Shhh!” She leaped on top of me, covering my mouth with both hands. “Mommy doesn’t have gray hairs! Mommy hasn’t been dying her hair black for the last few months. Mommy is just as young and youthful as she’s always been, right? I might you cum good, right? I can ride my son like a filthy whore, right?”

As she spoke, her hands tightened around my mouth and her unblinking eyes seemed to grow a bit more unfocused.

“Mommy’s pussy is still wet and juicy, right honey? Honey, you’re not saying anything!” Her hands squeezed my cheeks painfully as her wide-eyed stare seemed to bore a hole into my chest.

I desperately nodded affirmation. “Mwam’s hotter than a fwucking tweenager.”

I only just managed to get the words out between her longer claw-like fingernails. She finally let go of my mouth, letting out a little relieved laugh. As she stepped back, I was finally able to relax a bit. As for the previous show, mom was putting on, her breasts were back in her dress and her face was clean of cum in seconds. If someone were to walk at that moment, they’d have no clue we were just having sex except perhaps for the lingering smell.

“Anyway, baby?”

“Y-yes!” I jumped when Mom called, casually fixing her hair in a mirror as if nothing had happened.

“I think it’s about time you impregnant your daughters, don’t you?” She responded casually, not even looking my way.

“Right…” I let out a sound like air releasing from a balloon.

I had thought when I grew up, my mother and I would treat each other like adults, but Mom was just too skilled about getting what she wanted from me. In the end, I was helpless when she was around.