Malan MothersChapter 15
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Enid expounded, "No, you misunderstand. Mother Narech is a mechanoid, built by the Personalia to look and act as a Malan mother, to give the babies instruction in a nurturing environment as close to the Malan norm as possible. If you imagine a robot made to look like a person, that is Mother Narech. She is semi-autonomous; connected all the time to The Personalia, but able to act independently. She is a lovely person, I am told, so don't think "robot", think "person".
"The children regard her with all the love a child views their mother. To them, Mother Narech IS Malan, even though by now they have been told she is a mechanoid. To meet her, you would never know she was anything other than a Malan lady, speaking perfect English."
Tom had gone off to his office, so Enid suggested, "Why don't we get to the school just before they finish for the day? The youngest get out first, so you may see the Malan children exiting from the school. Mother Narech will probably be there to escort them home, if they have not been invited to another child's house."
The two ladies, with Beatrice tagging along beside them, walked slowly to the school several blocks away. By the time they got there, Beatrice wanted lifted, so Jeannette offered to put her op on her shoulders for a ride. The little girl looked at her mother. "Mummy? Is it all right?" she asked. Enid said, "Fine, dear." And lifted her up behind Jeannette and sat her on Jeannette's shoulders. Jeannette griped the child's shoes, for stability, and Beatrice looked around in wonder at the world from so high up.
In the school, the first year class found that their normal class finished early, and their teacher asked for quiet. "Children I am going to play a piece of music, called "Dinah's Lullaby". I want you to listen carefully."
She gave a signal, and out of the class loudspeakers came a lilting song, being sung by four voices. The young children listened, fascinated, until it concluded.
Into the silence that followed, the teacher told them, "That song, children, was written and composed by a girl from THIS school."
There was a gasp from the youngsters, and she went on, "Yes, a girl who left this school within the last year. She and the singing group are now famous, and I can tell you, they all live in this colony, so you might meet up with them sometime.
"The reason I wanted you to hear this song, is to show you that living in a colony does not restrict what you can do with your lives. If you study hard at school, and learn as much as you can, there is NOTHING that you might not achieve in the future.
"I want to you to go home and think about that, boys and girls. Goodbye."
She gestured to them to exit the classroom.
The school entrance was framed by the school boundary chain link fencing. The Colony could not afford solid steel fencing, so this was the next best thing. Outside it stood the waiting mothers of young children. Jeannette and Enid arrived to join the crowd. Most of the ladies were pretty normal, but one lady stood out, as she was clearly not human. She was chatting with two other mothers.
No-one paid any special notice of her presence, so she was obviously a regular. Enid said softly, "Mother Narech."
There was some noise from the school doors, and a rush of children poured out, chattering ten to the dozen. As soon as a child spotted his or her mother, the child would run over to its mother, and she would check that they had everything they should have – schoolbag, coat, and sometimes hat – before leaving for home.
The mob of kids cleared slightly, and the ladies could now see the four Malans, who remained as a group. Jeannette noted that they were all in the same year, so were all of similar ages. Which one, if any, was hers? She watched as the Malans walked sedately to the gateway and greeted Mother Narech with a hug.
Jeannette wanted to run in and demand to know which was her baby, so she could get a hug, but common sense prevented her. There was nothing as yet to link her to them. Enid and she watched as Mother Narech gathered her brood, and shepherded them off towards wherever home was.
Enid surprised Jeannette by running over to Mother Narech and laying a restraining hand on her arm. "Mother Narech, could you and the children come to visit me some day soon? I have a visitor who would like to meet them."
Mother Narech looked at Enid, and said, "Mrs Enid Pfeiffer, I believe? I am sure that could be arranged, Enid. Shall I phone you about a date?"
Enid was startled at this recognition, then her brain reminded her that this was a Personalia mechanoid, complete with access to all the Colony personnel data. Of course Mother Narech would recognise her immediately. The four children turned to look at Enid, as if fixing her in their memories.
She agreed to Mother Narech's suggestion, and Enid returned to Jeannette, who had been standing with her burden sitting happily on her shoulders. At least, happy until Mummy started running away. Now she wanted her mother's arms. "Mummy!" She reached down, arms outstretched. Jeannette, with a pang that she did not expect, lifted the child down for her mother to lift.
Enid took the little girl and cuddled her to give reassurance. "There, there. Mummy is not going anywhere, Beatrice."
With the meeting over, and Jeannette having seen with her own eyes the four Malan children, they headed back to the Pfeiffer home. Jeannette was pleasantly surprised at the looks of the Malans. While not human, their general configuration was very human-like. Their coloration and minor variations in looks, especially in facial design and shape of ears, were all that stood out for her.
Whether their thinking was alien was another matter entirely; but surely if they could get along with human children, their brain activity could not be terribly different from the human norm.
This set of suppositions gave her some degree of relief. If her alien child could act and think like a human being, then to all intents and purposes it WAS a human being in her thinking. That made it more probable that she and it could be compatible, as a mother and child; but only IF the child was comfortable with having a human mother. She would have to find that out in the next few days. It was important to have some preparation for the meeting. How could she know which was her child? Would DNA identification work across the species barrier? She had no idea, not having the technical knowledge to apply to the question.
Enid noticed that the woman was deep in thought, and quietly asked, "Are you troubled, Jeannette? Can I help?"
Jeannette shook herself, and directed her attention to the other woman. "Sorry about that, Enid. I was not troubled; more planning ahead. I want to be able to say which child is mine, if mine actually survived to be here. I don't know if DNA profiling would work, with an alien child of a human mother."
"I see. Well, dear, we should ask the experts in such matters. The people that know most about Malans are The Personalia, so they are the ones who should know if a DNA match is possible. We can but ask, Jeannette."
"Can we wait until we see what Tom comes up with?" Jeannette asked.
"Sure. Do you like Tom, Jeannette?"
"He is a very nice guy, Enid. You are lucky to have him. I only had my Tom for a couple of years at the most. I still miss him. It was a shame we never had a baby. I don't know if it was him or me, or his sperm and my eggs just didn't click."
"is that why you are so keen to discover your first baby, even if it was an alien child?" Enid was being supportive in her query.
"I expect so. I haven't met a man since then that I like enough to marry, so my Malan child may be my only child."
"You mustn't think that way, Jeannette. You have to be optimistic about life. You may still find a man to marry, or least one that you want to have a child with."
"Perhaps. In the meantime, I still want to find my alien child."
They got back home, and as Beatrice was starting to droop, Enid decided it was time for the little girl's nap. Together, they prepared Beatrice for sleeping, and tucked her into her bed. It was a real bed, not a cot. Beatrice was proud of that transition from infant to little girl, as represented by her sleeping arrangements.
Jeannette looked down at the now sleeping Beatrice, tears starting to gather in her eyes. Enid observed this, and grasped her by the forearm, gesturing back to the lounge. Getting back there, Enid whispered to her, "If you want to cry, Jeannette, it is all right with me. Men wouldn't understand."
Jeannette hugged her tightly, and let the floodgates open as she sobbed. She slowed to a stop after a couple of minutes, and whispered to Enid, "I don't know why I am crying, Enid."
"You were looking down at Beatrice, and realising that you don't have beautiful little girl of your own, to love. It got to you, that's all, Jeannette."
"True. I think I was also realising again that I don't have a lovely man like Tom to love, either. You do, Enid. Love him well."
Jeannette discovered the extensive library that Tom and Enid had amassed. It was mostly books on the history of countries on Earth, and imported. Enid told Jeannette that Tom was trying to write a descriptive work on the planet Rehome, but he kept having to update what he had already written. Enid giggled, "He gets frustrated at the continual need to revise. I tell him that doing that, it would never get finished!"
Jeannette agreed. "I know. It is often best to set a deadline, and finish it on the deadline. I worked for a while for a publisher, and their major moan was authors who kept over-running their deadline, because they kept having to make another revision. You should just insist that Tom chooses a reasonable date to get the book finished." She had a thought: "Who is going to publish it? Someone on Earth, or on Rehome?"
"He is not sure. Rehome doesn't have a book publisher yet, so if he wanted it published here, he would have to get a smaller company here to take it on. The alternative is a company on Earth, and he is worried that they will make demands he cannot keep, or doesn't want to adhere to. He knows they won't understand a lot of what he says, and may want to cut important things that they know nothing about."
Jeannette remarked, thoughtfully, "If it is about Rehome, it ought to be published on Rehome. He is an editor, so knows the publishing business. Why doesn't he set up his own publishing company in Metropolis? He could publish a book on The Personalia: that could be titled, "Our friends from Space"; and then a book on each of the alien races mankind has encountered. There could even be a work on relations between the Colony and Earth. That could be interesting. The market would start with all the universities on Earth with political departments., then the politicians of Earth. There are sales to be made. He just needs to get authors lined up; people who have personal knowledge about each."
Tom grunted, "O.K., I can go with that idea, Enid. Jeannette, you have to collect your certificate of permanent residence if it is ready, and complete the setting up of your business today. Do you want a lift, or do you feel like a walk?" Jeannette checked her watch. "Give me five minutes, Tom, and I'll accept that lift. I will walk home, but I may come back via the shops, Enid. Anything you want me to get for you?" "Yeah. Look for a new bed for Usgar. He is swamped in an adult bed,...
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Fearn, if you would dispense the tea, and I pour the coffee, Nargo can assist with the milk jug. Right, girls?" Fearn and Nargo did a 'high five' and proceeded with their tasks, while the adults admired their dedication to these duties. As soon as the drinks were poured, Esme sent Nargo and Fearn to bring in the plates of scones, pancakes, and decorated cupcakes. Esme explained to her guests that while she had baked the scones last night, Fearn had done most of the pancakes and cupcakes...
"Good." Tom was emphatic about that. "We can talk with Enid before anything happens. She is my wife, and must have a full input into any such arrangement. Agreed?" She looked up with a small smile. "Agreed. I greatly admire Enid." They returned to Tom's office, where he had work to get dealt with. Jeannette thought she could work on her planning for the book publishing venture in his office. Tom's work would not distract her. Once she got absorbed in composing a document, she was...
"I expect you are correct. So that if the story appeared in your paper, that would be acceptable to the authorities here?" "Unfortunately, not so, lady. You would still be bound by the agreement you signed, as long as you remain within their boundaries." "Even though the events happened in the USA?" "I would expect that to be the case, Mrs Reagan. Anywhere on Earth, you are liable to be facing these restrictions. Most governments have reciprocal agreements over many similar matters....
He gave in to nature. "If you want, Jeannette." He moved his hands on to her body, moving them to her breasts above him, as she had lifted herself to facilitate her movement. She started grinding against him, putting pressure on her clitoris as she moved back and forth against him. Tom did his best to not seem too enthusiastic, but his body insisted in participating in the natural movement of a man and woman. He found himself grunting as he jerked up to speed up his plunging into...
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I did the best I can to contain myself for all this time. Quite often she tried to get me alone and have her way with me but I had to turn away out of respect for Carla my fiancé. This time it was different. She was a masseuse and my Carla insisted that I set up an appointment with her mother, bragging how good she was. When I came over Pam’s house (Carla’s mother) she was outback sunbathing in a string bikini beside the pool. We were alone, Carla was working. It was a hot summer...
It was the summer that I just turned 14, and I was bored. We got word that my uncle was recovering from shoulder surgery, and he needed help because he could only use one arm. He lived alone in Texas, and my mom thought it would be good for us both if I spent the summer with him. I flew into Dallas-Fort Worth, and he met me at the airport. God, it was hot there. When we got to his ranch, I was shocked to see that there was no one around for miles. We were truly alone. Uncle Clyde showed me to...
What can be better than swinging in the hammock and playing almost naked in the outdoor pool on a hot summer day? Of course that is getting rid of your tiny swimming suit and walking straight into the house for a passionate solo action on the couch. The day gets even better for that juicy brunette cutie when her clothed lover comes up to her and fills her mouth with his fat cock. He does not stop at that and gives curvy babe a deep anal fuck spiced with a passionate masturbation and a massive...
xmoviesforyouHey guys! My first story and entry so please give me feedback!! Please&&thank youGrowing up it was safe to say that sex was always of an interest to me. The steamy sex scenes in the movies, the explicit lyrics on the radio, and the unlimited access to the internet were all contributions to my curiosity. So at a young age, I was already ready to get sexed. My first experience with sexual pleasure was when I was on my period. My friend let me borrow her moms tampon which were unusually large. As...
First TimeThe sun’s rays shining through the partially open blinds fell upon Michelle’s beautiful, sleeping form as she lay alone in bed. It caught her eyes and she stirred, momentarily startled to have been awakened by the sunlight instead of her alarm before remembering that it was her day off, as the office where she worked was closed a few days that week for renovations. She smiled at the thought of a day with no obligations and a chance to take advantage of the beautiful weather outside. As the haze...
(Follow up to another story where I DPed Kelcy with Andy)Andy called me one day and said, “Can you make it down next weekend? I planned a blowbang with Kelcy and we want you to be there.”“Of course I can. I’ll book a flight now,” I replied. *****I arrived early Saturday afternoon before the event. I got to their house via Uber. We hung out for a while and Andy clued me plan for the night. He had invited five guys over he found online to do a blowbang with Kelcy. They’d be arriving at 8:00 that...
I was awake for a full two minutes before I realized, I wasn’t dreaming the two hot tongues sliding over my rigid pole. I stretched my arms over my head and placed my hands on the pillow beneath my head. I settled back enjoying the warm sensations created by the warm tongues on my shaft. “Morning baby,” Riley smiled, lowering her head to suck my balls into her mouth. Jenn smiled up at me before parting her soft lips and lowering them over my swollen purple head. I groaned, arching my back as...
BisexualIt was supposed to be a summer job. Easy money for when I went back to college in the fall. My father knew the guy, old connections from when he was in college. Introduced himself as Mr. Donaldson. He seemed nice enough, always smiling and laughing. I figured, why not. Couldn't be as bad as working fast food.Mr. Donaldson was probably in his early 50s. An inch or two over six feet, salt and pepper hair and a nicely trimmed goatee. He had a bit of a beer belly that jiggled a bit when he laughed,...
The Reason I Am A Slut, Why I Love It, And Why I Am Proud To Be A Whore by, Tryce D Ankrom As of 3/15/2012 @ 3:10 am I am becomming a full time slut and whore, with the sole intent of being sexually abused and taken advantage of by as many willing people as possible to be displayed for all to see, enjoy and lust for themselves; and the reason why is because of a personal experience that became a full blown erotic, risky lifestyle and temptation that overwhelmed my soul in just the events of the...
Just four days until Saturday. I'll concede there is some possibility I'm having a mid-life crisis. I don't think that's the case, but it is possible. Saturday morning my wife is taking the kids to see her parents for spring break. Saturday afternoon I'm finally getting together with Krystal. We've been building up to this for months and I've been building up to this for years. Jenna was terrific when we met and married but we've been drifting apart for quite some time now. What used...
Madame X awoke the next morning, eager to go play with her new slave. She looked into the surveillance monitors from Katie’s room and smiled as the girl stood there helplessly. The dominatrix already had the cameras from filming porn, and she thought it would be a good idea to install them so that she could keep an eye on her hostage while she wasn’t around. “Good morning, Katie,” Madame X said as she walked into the cell. “Did you get any sleep last night?” The captive shook her...
Dressed for Disaster: The Prequel (c) 2002 by Nom de Plume Pat Summers put his suitcases on the bed, and made a quick survey of his room. He noted with approval the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door, and he poked his head into the bathroom to inspect the bathtub and vanity. Not overly luxurious, but they would do. First things first. He opened his computer case and turned on his laptop computer, plugging the modem cord into the data port on the desk telephone....
I’m at home, doing my thing like I always do, cleaning house, doing dishes, etc…but today I felt like feeling sexy, so I decided to do my chores in a pair of lingerie that my husband got me for a past birthday. It’s a little dress that makes my DD breasts seem like DDD’s, and lands graciously below my plump ass, and in the front it is split on either side of my pussy to show my hips but not my upper thighs nor does it reveal my vagina. It’s spaghetti strap that goes about halfway down my back...
Hell I am Jatin and this is the story of what happened between my elder sister Suman and I three years back. Suman was twenty-five years old that time and had been married to a Doctor two months before. Her husband had gone on foreign training for six months and Suman Didi decided to stay with us. I am three years younger than Suman Didi so I was twenty-two years old at that time. It was a usual morning when I was in bathroom. That day I was feeling little horny so I decided to have a quickie...