Chapter 3 (1/2)

Mother’s talk actually seemed to stop at the most interesting part. That would be the actual discussion of the birds and the bees! She had glossed over most of the stuff about having sex, and merely focused on the repercussions and expectations of the women who wanted to take me. She told me to keep my seed to myself, and to gift it sparingly. In my old world, it was customary to have to take a woman out on three dates before she was willing to put out. Then, at the very least, she got three dinners out of the guy before giving him what he really wanted.

In this world, the situation was opposite. If girls wanted my seed, I had to make them pay the cost, and seed in this world is way more important than sex ever was in my world! A girl can’t just go home and make sperm herself if a date goes bad. Therefore, men were given a considerable amount of leeway. In short, the 35-year-old me had been reborn into a world where every woman wanted to fuck me and there was absolutely no repercussions. Not only could I spread my genes unreservedly, the woman I impregnated wouldn’t expect me to follow through and take care of the babies. I’m still not convinced I didn’t die and go to heaven.

That night, after wandering off to bed, I had a wonderful wet dream. I dreamed that I had started teasing mom about the birds and the bees. Using the innocent 12-year-old mom thought me to be, I trapped her in erotic and naughty questions she couldn’t handle. Pretending to be blindly innocent, I’d force her to describe the act of sex in detail. I watched as my beautiful mother blushed and squirmed over talking about erections and anal sex. Actually, now that I think about it, how does this world handle anal sex? Since it didn’t make babies, does that mean the booty is off limits?

Of course, my wife never let me stick it in her ass. A few whores did, but they doubled the price. As to how it felt, it felt like I tossed away $100 when I could have just been fucking their pussy. At least one of the two whores let me blow it inside her ass. Man, ever since that maid last night, I just really want to blow a load inside someone.

Naturally, those desires spilled into my dream, and soon I was asking mom to show me what boobs looked like. Perhaps what was so erotic about the dream is that in reality, my mother had never denied me anything. If I genuinely asked her to show me what boobs were like, I wasn’t entirely unsure it wouldn’t play out exactly like in my dreams. The alternative, of course, is that she found a maid and used the maid to show me titties. However, with the fifteen-year-old gone, all the maids are older women in their forties or more. Still, the thought of watching my mom play with another woman’s tits while “showing me” wasn’t disagreeable.

In the dream, my mom show me her tits, which were pert and perfect, just like I had imagined them to be. I had used nostalgia, hinting at how I used to suck on her nipples, in order to get dream mom to let me lick them. Then, I wanted to know what a pussy looked like. I didn’t get a good look with the maid, or so I said. What did it taste like? What did mommy’s pussy feel like? Soon, I was balls deep in my mother, who still couldn’t stop blushing and looking flustered like she had no clue how things had progressed this far!

Just as I started to cum inside mom, the dream broke apart and I woke up in my bed. I was still cumming as I woke up, feeling the stickiness all over my sheets, my underwear, and my hand. As to my hand, I realized it was holding some kind of fabric. I quickly wiped up the mess the best I could using the fabric and handed before I pulled out the cloth. It took my eyes a moment to adjust in the darkness, but I finally realized the cloth I had been rubbing on my cock and finally jizzed on was actually the maid’s panties.

Some time during the night, I must have pulled it out of my pocket, and started holding it as I fondled my erection during sleep. Those once fresh panties were now smeared with white gobs and dried streaks. Had the maid known her panties would end up being the final resting place for gobs of my cum, she’d likely faint in frustration. This sticky gunk that was now staining her panties was really what all the fuss was about? This is what she wanted from me?

I tossed the panties in a drawer, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I woke up in the next morning when the curtains were suddenly pulled apart by a maid who had just entered.

“Master, it is noon, you should wake up.”

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and glanced over at the maid. She was a woman I knew very intimately. She was responsible for my baths, my feedings, and basically anything else mom wasn’t available for. Her name was Veris, and she was a forty-year-old woman in a maid outfit. Despite this, I still felt my cock move a bit. If you combined the ages of 35 and twelve, I’d lived 47 years of life. If anything, this woman was younger than I was! The twelve-year-old’s memories always just saw Veris as some old lady who took care of him. However, with my new memories, I was seeing her in a new light.

Veris had actually had a baby when she was only sixteen, which is why she was trusted by my mother. That baby was now a twenty-year old woman who was looking for a man of her own. I suddenly wondered if Veris’s years of service weren’t designed to get me to unload cum in her daughter. However, daughter aside, Veris herself wasn’t so bad looking. First off, she was wearing the always erotic maid outfit. She was up on her tippy-toes trying to move the curtains, and the maid outfits, like everything else in this world, lacked modesty. I could see the bottom crest of her ass just covered by her short maid skirt. If she got a little higher, I’d be able to tell her panty colors. On top of that, the light was shining through the window, giving her a morning glow that outlined her body, which still looked youthful and I realized she was slightly younger than my mother.

My maid is kind of hot, isn’t she?

Her skin wasn’t as perfectly smooth as my mother’s, but she also had a more down to earth appearance like that of a working-class girl. She had brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She had a strong nose and chin, but even within her roughness I could tell her skin was soft and lotioned to the touch. I knew this from experience more than sight. It was clear mom took care of the staff well. She had long fingers, long painted nails, but her hands felt soft and gentle. When she noticed me staring at her, she turned to me, smiled, and gave a rather elegant curtsy which still hid her panty colors.

“Do you want my sperm too?” I jumped as I realized the words came out my mouth.

I was just thinking that, but it must have been too early in the morning, because before I knew it, I had said exactly what I was thinking! Veris’s smile froze as she looked at me, but she recovered surprisingly fast with a chuckle.

“Master, I heard about what happened… yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mansion. I had also been fooled my Tinya’s innocence. I never would have expected her to attack you so. I’m truly sorry.” Veris changed the subject and leaned forward, a little cleavage showing from the top of her shirt. “I see you haven’t even been properly cleaned since last night. Please allow me to take care of it.”

I jumped as I realized that while I was staring at Veris’s cleavage, she was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I realized that I was in nothing but my underwear, and that underwear was covered with white stains from last night. Veris had misunderstood it to be mess from my sex with the other maid…. It turned out the girl’s name was Tinya. In truth, she had torn off my underwear before anything happened, and I had used a washcloth to wipe up before bed. This mess was all a result of last night’s wet dream.

“This… uh, I can take care of it.”

“Nonsense!” Veris’s scoffed, “I’ve been washing you for twelve years, don’t suddenly start thinking you’re all grown up just because a girl sucked your peter.”

I couldn’t help but blush, while Veris merely went to the bathroom to fill up a washbasin. Running water and plumbing were another part of this world that suggested it must be modern. Even so, my memories had no mention of a shower, and tubs were actually filled by the sink. It was little changes like this that made it noticeably another world. I also still received regular sponge baths from my mom and Veris. A full emerged bath was a rarity in this world that I only got maybe once a month.

“Alright, pull down your underwear.” Veris ordered, her tone holding no nonsense.

I obliged, glade to see that my dick was behaving itself for once, and hadn’t become aroused by Veris’s maid outfit yet. Veris stared down at my dick, which still looked a little sticky from the gobs inside the underwear that hadn’t dried yet. I wanted to hide myself shyly, but Veris had seen me so much according to those memories that getting worked up in modesty now would appear odd. Thus, I could only grin and bare it. Veris immediately dipped a wash cloth into the hot, suddy water and splashed it on my cock.

“Ah!” I let out a little cry from the heat.

Veris began to vigorously wash it. Being touched and cleaned by someone else was a weird experience. The towel was rough enough that it didn’t feel too erotic. However, Veris seemed to be incredibly thorough, and many times the towel would slip and her wet palm would end up running up and down my wet groin. Eventually, Veris, used one hand to grab the head, pulling out my penis so that she could properly clean the shaft. Unfortunately, this level of stimulation, along with me still thinking about all the sex this world promised, and my erection return.

My face drained of color as my penis started to engorge. Two wipes and it went from totally limp to erect. Suddenly, Veris’s palm which had been gripping it, was pushed apart by the swelling mass. As soon as she realized it was hardening, her eyebrow rose and she gave a tsk.

“I was afraid this would happen.” Veris sighed.

“I’m sorry.” I responded apologetically.

Veris looked at me with a worried look and shook her head. “Don’t be, young master. That silly girl had to come and stimulate you in that way last night, and this must have jump started your maturity. Now, you’re going to be getting these regularly. I’ve read about this in books. Don’t you worry. Your mother had thought of this and given me permission to take care of it.”

“Take care of it?” The words came out in surprise.

Veris only nodded. “Now that the erections come, you need to be made to ejaculate often. They say that boys who don’t cum regularly when they’re young get a low sperm count. Your mother wants you to be properly fertile, so if you ever feel an erection coming along, get me or one of the other maids to take care of it for you, do you hear?”

I would have laughed at the things Veris was saying, but she was saying them with absolute sincerity. As it turns out, in this world, there are a lot of strange wife’s tales involving men. It could also be, in the absence of a large amount of men, there wasn’t as much scientific knowledge about them. I could imagine when there are only 1 in 1000 men, plus the normal likelihood of getting pregnant during any copulation, that women would be willing to do or believe anything to increase male fertility.