Carson Evolved Ch. 07

At first, Carson kind of freaked out. He was terrified that he'd somehow brainwashed them or something. However, after talking with a few women who'd experienced it, he realized that the only change was that they were determined that it was his baby they were going to have. They functioned normally in every other aspect of their lives. They didn't fixate on him as a romantic partner or anything like that, which struck Carson as odd, but they didn't seem to see any disconnect between wanting his baby and not wanting him in their lives. In the end, since he'd only slept with these women to help them conceive in the first place, he shook off his reservations and did what they asked. He never even took gifts or favors in return. He might have been doing them a favor, but he was still getting sex out of it; with all the resources he had access to, it didn't seem right to take anything else from them.

All of which to say, Sam had Carson's cock in her mouth in moments, and he released a small amount of semen after only a minute or two, just to get things moving. As always, he felt the static of a mental connection forming, which clarified in his mind with a sudden pop. The nanites of his Omnix activated her profile, and they were ready to begin.

Sam was in a playful mood, but she also wanted to talk more about what he'd shown her earlier. She could feel Carson ramping up her sensitivity already, and by the time she'd seating herself fully on his oversized member, she was already passing through her second orgasm. Looking down into his eyes as she began to grind her clit against his pubic bone, she asked, "What did you think about what, ooo that's good, about what you showed me earlier?"

Carson always loved it when one of his lovers took the opportunity to pleasure herself on him the way that Sam was. He found it so erotic to see a woman like this; it felt honest, like she couldn't fake what she was feeling. Not that Carson doubted his ability to make a woman feel good. Even before his upgrades, he'd been well-endowed, and he'd had plenty of experience with women. But that didn't preclude a woman failing to find pleasure with him. Thus, he liked it when this happened.

Like reading a book, he could tell the state that Sam was in as she asked. And through his connection, he also knew that her arousal wasn't entirely of his doing, at this point. She'd clearly enjoyed the images as well. He suspected from her question, though, that one of the scenes was more intriguing than the other.

"I thought it was one of the hottest things I've seen in a long time," he replied.

"Even though my aunt was doing things to me?" she asked, watching him carefully.

He shrugged. "Since my family was all gone pretty early in my life, I'm not sure I'm a great judge. I know we're supposed to get all squeamish about relatives doing stuff together, but I think it's gone on throughout human history. Maybe if it had been something that could result in a pregnancy or something, I'd be less agreeable. But I've never really thought it was any different than other types of pleasure. If two consenting adults are attracted to each other and want to go that way, why should I stop them just because they're related? If I start parsing who can be with who, I'm not sure where you draw the line. Are first cousins verboten, but second cousins are okay? It's too complicated to worry about."

"Besides," he said, suddenly thrusting up into her hard, eliciting an excited gasp, "Most guys would give good credits to see a couple of hot women enjoying each other like that. It doesn't hurt that she reminds me of another hot little redhead that I happen to love very much."

Sam was working her hips faster. As Carson was speaking, she couldn't help but remember the phantom feeling of her Aunt Cara's tongue on her clit. She shivered as a new wave of excitement washed over her. "I think I want to be with you when you finally claim her," she gasped, the convulsions of her pussy stealing some of her breath.

He cocked an eye and said, "With me?"

"Yes," she said, not meeting his gaze as a flush crept up her cheeks.

He stopped thrusting, holding her hips in place so that she could no longer ride him either. "You know the rules, Sam. If you want something, you have to tell me."

Embarrassed, she waited a moment before she quietly said, "I want that."

Prodding, he asked, "What...do you...want?"

"I want to feel her, just like you showed me. I want to stare into your eyes as you take her hard, driving her tongue deep into me." Carson could feel her pussy clenching against him as she spoke, so he relaxed his grip. Sam immediately took advantage to begin riding him hard, furiously driving her hips down against his, embedding his swollen cock deep within her time and time again. Before long, she shuddered as a thunderous orgasm ripped through her body, a flood of her juices leaking from their junction each time she shifted even slightly.

Finally, she could no longer hold her body upright without bracing herself against his chest. Her hair, normally up in a ponytail to provide a convenient handle for Carson, was hanging loose around her face and waving periodically as her gasps for breath caused it to flutter.

Quietly, she asked, "Are you disgusted by me?" The hint of fear in her voice tore at Carson's heart. How could she possibly think he'd be disgusted by her for having a little curiosity?

He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her to lay atop him, even as he remained sheathed in her pussy. "Of course not," he said, soothingly. "I love you, and if that's what you want to do, then I'm okay with it. She's your aunt, after all. If you're okay with it, and she's okay with it, then what problem do I have? I just want you to be happy, which includes her being happy, as far as I'm concerned."

Sam laid her head against his chest, idly toying with his chest hair. She kissed his chest gently and said, "You never cease to amaze me, my love." She murmured, "Make love to me now? Please? Make it last however long you want. I just want to enjoy the feel of you in me."

Carson nodded and rolled her to her back. Sam didn't often ask for a softer, gentler treatment. But he implicitly understood what she wanted and why, and he set about doing exactly that. Even with his level of control, there was a practical limit to how long he could (or would) maintain the same position, and so he held himself to about 20 minutes of gentle, rhythmic thrusting, angled just right to maximize her pleasure. Even at the slower pace, he managed to wring several more orgasms from Sam before he filled her pussy to overflowing once again.

Afterwards, as she snuggled against his chest, he said, "You know, I think you might be surprised at what your aunt is interested in."

"Oh yeah?" she murmured. "Why's that?"

He kissed her head. "Just some of the other stuff I saw flash through her mind. I'm not certain, but she's either bisexual, or she has a fetish about dominating a woman for her husband's pleasure."

That got Sam's attention. "Really? Can you show me?"

Carson cocked his head to look at her. "Are you sure? You're already going to be looking at her differently. I don't want this to cause problems for you."

"I'll be fine," she said with a grin.

"Just remember: You asked for it." He concentrated on showing her the image of Cara thrusting her strapon into the backside of the petite blonde, alternately berating her and promising her a pregnancy from her husband.

Sam's gasp concerned Carson. "What is it?" he asked.

"That woman, I know her! That's a cousin of mine. But that doesn't make any sense. She's on my Dad's side. How would they know each other?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. It didn't make any sense, except if it were a mere coincidence. He filed it away as something to investigate later on.

They lay back down and were just about to drift off, when Carson heard her softly say, "That was pretty hot, though. She was really going to town on Erica. Maybe we can arrange a private showing..."

He smiled and kissed her hair. Sam was definitely one of the kinkiest of his lovers. Then he remembered that she thought Corinne might be even kinkier. And for the second time, he wondered what he was signing up for with his 'work wife.'

*****

Carson was working in his office a few days later. He'd just applied the finishing touches to a client's proposal when Corinne's voice sounded over the intercom.

"Mr. Jayne?"

"Yes, Corinne?"

"There's a woman out here who would like to meet with you. She doesn't have an appointment, and she won't give me her name. But, she insists that you'll be very interested in what she has to say. Should I send her in, or should I call Edwards and have her escorted out?"

Intrigued, Carson asked, "What's my schedule like this morning? I don't have anything until that client meeting at 3, right?"

"That's correct," she replied.

"Go ahead and send her in then."

"Right away, sir."

A few seconds later, Carson was very pleased at seeing the mysterious visitor to his office. He immediately recognized her as the woman from the club who'd seemed to be on the verge of approaching their group before disappearing when Jordan showed up.

Corinne escorted her to the sitting area and offered her coffee. The woman politely declined, seeming impatient to get on with whatever had brought her to his office today.

He finished up with his work and joined them, extending his hand as he approached. "Good morning. I'm Carson Jayne."

The woman stood and grasped his hand in a surprisingly firm handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Jayne."

Indicating that she should sit, Carson replied, "Please, call me Carson. What brings you here today, Miss..."

"van Heuval," she said. "My name is Mrs. Aria van Heuval, and I'm here because I want you to knock me up."

Oooo boy, he thought.