The same way his father and mother had, right?Oh, yeah right! He didn't even want to go there!Even thinking about, that 'little trip to the past' made... Tenchi's head hurt, even worse than the fight with that monster Kane.I mean actually, even briefly? Meeting your own mother when she was close to the same age as you? 'Hello? Mcfly!' Sheesh!Zemeckis and Spielberg had nothing on him! Hell, there had even been a photo involved. Nothing at all like the cinematic vanishing act, they had used. I touched them and felt excited, a sort of eroticism swept through my being, as tried to imagine a stranger doing it and the feed-back from my hardening, made me ache deeper down as I shifted and felt for the ultimate relief.Closing my eyes and warming to my naughtiness as I touched myself, my thoughts drifting to my meeting of three men in the hotel bar.After one drink I sensed their need of me and I felt giddy with the idea of all three men nude, erect and desperate to take their turn in. She released her hands and laid flat on her back the moment I penetrated her. "This feels more natural with you than with your father," she said, looking her son in the eyes. "I don't know why. It just does. It's more right with you. Make me cum, please." Yes, mom. And you're right, this does feel natural."Her mouth opened wide and a soft gasp of air escaped her lips as he thrust his hard cock into her. And when he pushed himself all the way in, her eyes closed, and she did her best to hold her. She slipped seductively out of her gossamer green robes."Little fledgling hasn't got the technique right yet and I'm really in the mood for a jolly good thrashing," Nÿte said."Would you like me to use the special whip?" Verdé asked."Yes please," Nÿte purred.Verdé touched the wooden door with her index finger and there was a short flash of green light. She drew her finger away from the door and a long green tendril followed it. It was as if new growth was sprouting out of the old wood at Verdé's.