Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

'You may enter, but do not speak'

The doorway opens, and I step through, about ready to exclaim my happiness at seeing her, but the words flash again, brighter this time, as if they're yelling, and I shut my mouth.

'Think your words to me, and I'll see them'

Lela doesn't move, doesn't even open her eyes to look at me, as I stand by her. I wonder what is wrong with her, and if there is anything I can do to help.

'I am fine, thank you'

My thoughts must have reached her. I wonder if this is some effect from whatever I'd injected myself with last night, only to have the words confirm it a moment later.

'Yes. Those are extremely small robots, you would call them nanites. They have linked our minds together, and will be able to help you in your coming battles with the demons.'

I nod, thinking "Thank you," to her.

'Please, be seated'

An arrow points to a spot on the floor in front of where Lela sits, and I do as she asks. Her eyes are still closed, and I wonder what is going to happen now.

'Close your eyes'

My eyelids drop, and suddenly I find myself on a beach with red sands, azure waves lapping at the shore under a sky with two moons.

"This is my home planet," Lela's voice says right behind me. I spin around to look at her, and notice a glow to her skin I haven't seen before. "I am sorry that I have worried you, but I have been so weak from laying our hatchlings, that I couldn't see you." She steps up next to me, and keeps her eyes on the horizon. I turn to look with her, wondering at the beauty of it.

"Children? And we're really here?" I ask her, thinking she has somehow teleported us to her home planet, despite knowing how impossible that is.

"No. We are only in our own minds. I can talk to you in this way, that I can't out there right now." For a split second I see weakness and weariness cross her features, and then it vanishes. "I understand your people have a custom of giving gifts on this day. My gifts to you are the robots in your blood, and the clothing that can help to protect you. The robots will work from now on, but the suit will only be wearable when you are on my ship."

"Ship? So. . . we're in space?" I ask, amazed. Somehow I've always known we had to be, but the confirmation still sets my heart to beating. What geek doesn't dream of going to space?

"We are in low orbit now. You would not consider this space, but it is close."

Her words from earlier come back to me, and I have to know. "You said children. . . I thought we weren't compatible. Genetically, that is."

She nods, and as she speaks, I realize that she isn't taking the time to translate before talking. We are talking in perfect sync. "Somehow you changed me. I felt it at the time, but didn't understand, until I felt my eggs being fertilized. I had been told what to expect. . . But it's different." She looks up at me then with her large silvery eyes, and I see fear in them. "We don't have our young the way you humans do. After the eggsare fertilized, it takes only a couple days, and then the females lay and incubate them. That is what you saw me doing in that room. Our children are under me. But with you, it took longer. It wore down my body and made me weak. I'm afraid our children even weaker." She turns back to the water, and stares at the two moons.

"I had to report what happened to my superiors. They didn't like it, and demanded that our children be destroyed as abominations. I never thought of my race as violent, but they showed me a side of themselves in their fear that I never knew existed.

"They put us on trial, that is what you experienced with those questions. They determined that the human race isn't worth saving, that you are too wild. I was ordered to submit and allow our children to be destroyed." I can hear the sadness in her voice, and I even see a tear appear in her eyes. I don't dare speak though, too filled with shame for my part in their decision to abandon Earth.

"Our race is very different from yours, in how we treat our offspring. Once hatched, the children are taken to facilities, where they are taught and raised. But with you. . . I feel for these offspring. What we made together was good. Not abominations. I refused to go, or submit. As punishment, they erased all flight data on my ship, so that when the demons arrive, they can't use it to find our new planet. It also means I can never go home. They intend to let us die with your planet." She pauses, and I walk behind her, putting my arms around her from behind. Even in our minds, I can feel her soft smooth skin, as she shakes in my arms.

"This comforting you humans do, is nice. There is much we can learn from you, but I fear we are doomed. Your planet will be used as bait, while my race flees to another, unknown planet."

I hear her pronouncement, and shudder. What chance do we have against an advanced alien race, with superior weaponry and armaments? I still have no idea how I'm going to stop them with my switches. It's almost laughable, the thought of me facing a fleet of the demons, with my mind as Earth's only weapon.

Even with the extra power I get from my sister, I know I'm no match for the demons.

Summer. . .

"Is my sister one of your experiments," I ask, fearing to hear the answer, but I have to know.

"Yes, she was a failure. You both have the dormant gene, but when it was activated in her, nothing happened." I feel myself getting angry with how callously she talks about Summer. How easily she can risk human life.

"You said some of them die. She could've died!" I realize how ludicrous I sound then, but I don't care. It doesn't matter that she is alive, and survived; I don't like that she had been in any danger at all.

"What is one life, even that of your sister, compared to the rest of the human race?" I feel dirty for my sense of self preservation, but logic prevails.

"She wasn't a failure. She magnifies my ability," I tell her.

"Hopefully it will be enough," she replies calmly, and I marvel at the strength that must lie below the skin of this angel. Abandoned by her people, and left behind with an alien race, she still has the fortitude to stay strong.

My mind wants to avoid the thought of the demons, and my sister, and latch instead back onto our children.

"So those are our children you're sitting on. . . In eggs?" I don't know what to think of that. I wonder what they will look like when they come out. I only hope they survive. Making us genetically compatible, doesn't mean that our offspring will be viable.

"Yes. They are susceptible to light and noise right now. That is why we have to meet like this. I can't leave them, and we can't talk around them. I don't know how long it will take before they hatch. You humans have a longer gestation period than we do. They will be a new race. A new species." She turns in my arms, and looks up at me, her silvery eyes sparkling in the imaginary light. "I used to wonder at how humans can mate for pleasure. Why you do it. As I have told you, with us it's a mandatory compulsion. The males derive some pleasure from it, but it's brutal for the females. It is the only thing I ever thought about our race that was violent, until now.

"And yet, with you, it was beautiful. I have never felt such feelings before, and none of my race has either. When I presented this to the council, they called it blasphemous. Demanded that I deny what I'd told them. They can't understand, and don't want to. The council is mostly male, and they are stuck in their ways."

She lifts her body higher, and I feel her small mouth reach for mine. With all that I've learned, and everything I've experienced, I'm overwhelmed. Her lips on mine, though, seem to act as a pressure relief valve, and I find myself kissing this odd angel ardently.

The slight alien reacts immediately. Her arms, wrap around my waist as I pull her tighter to me, allowing my whole world to be right here, centered on the here and now. I don't want to think about the demons, the others of her race, or anything other than the pleasure and comfort we can offer one another, here within the imaginary world, connected by our minds.

"This kissing, it's better than I remember it. If only they could understand." Her voice is sad, and I want only to make her happy once more.

I easily lift her up, and lay her flat on the soft sand. Last time, she had shown me what she could do with her two tongues, this time I hope to show her what I can do with my one tongue. I kiss down her body, spending a few seconds on each of her pink nipples, before heading for the juncture between her legs.

"This is something new. Thank you, Nick," She tells me, her voice going soft, and almost dreamy. I kiss her sex lightly, marveling at how similar it looks to a human's vulva, only pinker, and think that her eggs had come out of here not that long ago.

Well, not here, actually, as this is all in our minds, but it all feels real enough. I wonder how real this will feel. Will there be any lessening of sensation because it's imagined, or will it be increased because it's directly linked to our minds?

Her gentle sighs as I lick around her labia, tell me that regardless of the answer, she is enjoying my attentions. I drive my tongue into her with abandon, causing her to cry out in pleasure. I nibble on the clit at the top of her labia, and her legs lock around my head, surprisingly strong, as she comes in my mouth.

"This is good," I hear her say, glad I can understand her his time. Last time she had cried out in her own language, but with this mind-to-mind connection, the understanding is immediate, and I can almost feel her emotions. "The sensations going throughout my entire body are new, and yet very pleasant."

Pleasant? Only pleasant? I wonder. Oh, hell no! I shove my tongue in as far as it will go, and can feel her outer barrier slip tightly around my penetrating oral instrument. With my tongue in her, I press my nose against her clit, and while I can't breathe like this, I know she will enjoy it. I rub my face back and forth, as fast as I can, allowing my mouth to work her labia, while my nose works her clit. It only takes a couple seconds until she has her second orgasm.

Her breathing is heavy, as she lifts her head off of the sand and looks down at me in wonder. "Is that what it feels like for you when I put your sex in my mouth? That is almost as good as full intercourse."

As analytical as her comments are, I can accept that compliment.

"I think it feels different for me, as we have different parts," I tell her honestly. "I can only imagine how it might be for you if I had two tongues." I start to kiss my way back up her body, until I'm kissing her mouth again, her tongues sliding around mine, and turning me on more.

"You have a skill with your one tongue, that I don't think can be matched with two," She tells me, but I have my doubts.

Brushing the sand off me, I rub my phallus against her crotch, wondering that she wants this without being in heat. She had told me that she'd enjoyed it last time, but she is getting wet, and enjoying everything without the mandatory compulsion that comes with her being in heat, or me manipulating her switches. It's a good ego boost.

"I want to feel connected to you again. I want to have you inside me." I press the head of my cock against her opening, and steadily increase the pressure until I break through her outer membrane, sliding all the way in, in a rush, before I can stop my advance. She grunts as I moan with the completion of our two bodies, and her three-fingered hands grip at my back.

I drop my head back down to hers, and she meets my kiss with a hunger that is mutual. Our tongues dance in time with our bodies, as I drive into her again and again. The tight outer ring of her vagina feels fantastic, and like no other woman (though it's somewhat reminiscent of when Gina allowed me into her ass), as it slides up and down my hard penetrating shaft.

"Good. . . So good. . ." she pants in time to my thrusts, as I take her tit in my mouth again.

I roll us over, and sit her up, allowing me to go a little deeper in her. Her pelvis rests against mine, and I grab her hips, pulling and pushing, until she catches the rhythm. We both start moaning loudly, as I hit the deepest parts of her. With her steady rocking, I move my hands up to her smallish breasts, squeezing the firm flesh.

I'm coming close, but since she isn't in heat this time, and since this is all in our minds, I don't worry, as I unload into her, my body locking up as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

When I open my eyes, I'm lying naked in my room, a mess in my underwear.

 

Chapter 14

I step out of the shower, only to find Gina waiting for me in my room. I wonder if she came into my room last night, only to find me gone? She'd said she had another present for me, but if she had, she doesn't say anything.

"Remember to open the door for her, and do everything you can to treat her like a lady," she tells me, as though I don't already know. I'm getting ready for my date with mom, and for some reason, Gina has gotten it into her head that I don't know how to treat a woman, properly. "You may be tempted to use your switches on her, but avoid it if you can." There is only one switch in my mother right now, and I can't move it, unless I'm in physical contact with my sister, as that was when I'd made the switch.

"I know, I know," I protest. "Now are you going to get out so I can get dressed, or do you plan on watching me?" I should have known the answer before I asked.

"I'm staying, of course. Look, I just want to make sure everything goes good for her tonight. She is a strong woman, but I can see she is still hurting inside." How can she tell that? I've tried to keep an eye on her myself, but she seems to be handling my dad's leaving better than I'd thought. Is it some kind of feminine intuition?

"I promise I will do everything in my power to make tonight a good night for her," I realize what I've said a moment after her eyes go wide. "I mean I will do what I can, WITHOUT using my powers." Gina then spends the next twenty minutes critiquing everything I try to wear, until she's finally satisfied with my raiment.

When I finally make it out of my room, mom is nowhere to be found, and an idea occurs to me, to try to make this more like a date. I slip outside; catching my breath in the frigid cold. I go to my car, and grab a small bouquet I'd purchased earlier, and then ring the doorbell.

Gina and Summer both answer the door, and grin widely when they see it's me.

"Hello young ladies," I tell them, unable to hide my own mirth, "I believe I have a date with the lady of the house?"

"Mom, your date is here," Summer calls over her shoulder loudly, and then turns back to me. "You'd better treat her right, tonight, Mister." We all laugh, but the laughing stops when mom walks out.

Mom looks absolutely stunning, in a black shimmery dress, that hugs her curves all the way down to her ankles. She is wearing matching high heels, but I can't seem to pull my eyes away from the low V-cut of her dress, that shows her cleavage nicely. She does a little spin when she sees us looking, spreading her arms out and smiling. It's also a backless dress.

"You like?" She asks, with a small sparkle in her eyes. "Summer helped me pick it out."

My throat is dry, and I can't get any words out. Summer had helped her pick that out? She looks like a mature sex goddess, ready to ravage the town! She looks ten years younger. She looks. . . She looks. . . Dammit, she looks delicious!

I have to clear my throat a couple times, to get it working again which sets the two younger women to giggling, and mom to blushing. "Shall we, milady?" I ask as I hold my arm out to her.

She takes it in her hand, and we go out to my car.

"We really don't need to go there tonight if you don't want to," she tells me as I pull out of the driveway. "I know how expensive it is, and it was the girls' idea, more than mine."

I know it had been the two other women, helped some by Nancy, who had come up with the idea of going to the fanciest restaurant in town, and while it means I will have to dip into my savings, I don't mind at all. She really does need this right now.

As promised, when we arrive at the restaurant, I make sure to open the doors for her, and the reservation is under Mr. Xavier. My dad's name is rather well known, so it had been no problem getting us a table.

When I open the menu, however, I have to stifle a groan; it's more expensive than I'd thought.

"We really don't have to eat here, son," mom tells me as she looks over the menu, and I can feel her happy switch lower a bit. I may not be able to affect the switch, but that doesn't stop me from sensing it.

"I promised you a date to anywhere you wanted, so this is fine," I tell her, meaning it. My savings can handle it. "Besides, when was the last time you got to go out, and have a good time?"

She thinks about it for a bit, before looking me in the eyes, and telling me, "Last Christmas, when we had our date then."

I smile, remembering the simple date at the local fast food joint, and then ice-skating afterwards. "I remember. You skated circles around me, and laughed every time I fell down."

Mom smiles then and I know it's genuine, as her 'happy' switch tilts upwards, and we both laugh, till she looks back down at the menu. "Everything looks so expensive, son. I don't dare order anything."

I reach out, and pull the menu from her hands, which unfortunately reveals her cleavage, and I have to look away before I get caught staring. "Then I will order for my beautiful date tonight." She tries to protest, but I'm not going to have it.

When the waiter comes and takes our order (and stare at my mom), she complains again. "I saw that on the menu. That's too expensive, son. And the champagne? Son, I know you can't afford this." She looks around at those close to us, before leaning over and whispering, "We should go, now, before he comes back with our food."

To say I'm shocked to hear my own mother recommend ditching after ordering would be an understatement. To see her bending over in that dress sets my heart to pounding. I'm surprised she doesn't try to rush me off to the hospital, my heart seems to be thudding so loudly.

"Relax, and enjoy the night, mom. I've got this." But she doesn't seem to want to listen.

"At least let me pay for some of it," she insists.

"Don't you dare!" I reply quickly. "Mom, if this are a date with dad, would you be so worried?" She shakes her head. "Then enjoy the food, and hopefully my company, and let me take care of the woman that has meant the most to me, throughout my life."

She sits back then, and looks at me wide-eyed for a few seconds, before saying, "The most. . . What about Gina?"

I heave a sigh before answering. "I won't deny we fool around," it feels odd talking to my mom so openly about it, but she has to know by now that we've been doing it, "but other than that we are just friends." The waiter arrives and pours us the champagne, and then leeaves the bottle with us on ice. That bottle is as much as half a paycheck for me. I take a sip of mine, and smile, before continuing. "You have loved and cared for me, my entire life. Even when I was a kid and screwed up, you are there for me. When I was hurt, or alone, I could always count on you." I look her hard in the eyes, and smile, "So just sit there, and let me take care of you."

She meets my gaze for a few seconds, taking a sip of her drink. "And what about Nancy?"

I choke, trying to take a swallow. "Nancy?" I splutter.

"I'm sorry," her cheeks are turning red. "I shouldn't have said anything. It's just, well, she told me about what you all did. Oh, don't give me that look. I'm not so innocent, myself." I look at her curiously, still trying to clear my throat, but to no avail, "At first, I admit I was shocked, but when Nancy explained how close it had made Gina and her. . . Well, I couldn't deny the temptation. I know who tucked me in that first night and I remember what I did."