Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Queen Amidala's Season's Meatings

Queen Amidala's Seasons Meatings
by Pyro and Das Flute

Queen Amidala, the newly sixteen-year-old monarch of the beautiful planet of Naboo, rode in the back of her modified hardtop chrome-colored Champion Speeder, heading north for the holiday.  It was Life Day, and though the holiday originated with the wookiees of Kashyyyk, it was a festive season across the galaxy.  It surprised the Queen somewhat to learn that the gungans celebrated the holiday as well, as she had been lead to believe the society had largely been cut off from outside influences.  Though there were some unique elements in how the gungans celebrated it, and what they took meaning from, it seemed the spirit of Life Day could penetrate any barrier.

Accompanied by her Chief Handmaiden Sabé and the royal guards Baras Perosei and Hogan Tinmar, the Queen's destination was Otoh Pola, the new above-water settlement for the gungans. Despite the hardships they faced, it was apparently thriving, and she was visiting to give it her blessing and help encourage trade between Pola and the other nearby human towns.

To better appreciate the gungan version of the Life Day holiday, and hopefully win over some of their affections, the Queen had decided to dress as their holiday gift-giver, Mama Suk Suk.  Sabé had researched the designs for the outfit and studied its symbolic meaning.  Apparently she was a fertility goddess and her gifts would ensure many children were to come in the year ahead.

Padmé was a little taken aback with the eventual design, despite its apparent faithfulness to historical documents.  The short red skirt, thigh-high stockings, bare midriff, fingerless gloves that ran up to her biceps and tiny tube top were far, far more risqué than her usual attire.  Tradition or not, Padmé had insisted on at least some aspect of her official outfit, and so had included the traditional headpiece and white make up that her people were used to seeing her in.  At least the headpiece matched the primarily-red outfit, though the fluffy white trim less so.

"No wonder she's a fertility goddess," Amidala grumbled to Sabé beside her in the rear seat of the speeder. "I look like a harlot."

"Well, considering gungan men's apparently insatiable appetite for human women in general, or you specifically, I think you'll have a stirring effect on the crowd today," Sabé said with a half-cocked grin. She looked down at herself. “I’m not much better.”

In the gungan legends, Mama Suk Suk had her own retinue of handmaidens – ‘little helpers,’ as they were often referred, who traditionally wore short green tunics. Although not nearly as ornate as her queen’s outfit, Sabé wore a reasonable facsimile, based on the book of gungan legends Boss Nass had supplied Queen Amidala following the peace treaty.

"Maybe I should have thought this through a bit more."  Padmé looked down at her own outfit once more, and shook her head.  "It's sexy, but it does attract a lot of attention to my rather small chest.  I wish I had my mother's body."

"You'd rather have a large chest and stand in front of a crowd of gungans dressed like that?  I'm not sure our two guards could hold off the stampede of horny men eager to pay tribute to their fertility goddess in the most appropriate way possible."

"That's true," the Queen agreed with a smile.

Sometime later the speeder arrived at Otoh Pola, parking in a sparsely-occupied lot on the edge of the town.  It was small and a bit haphazardly laid out on the edge of a forest, with one story, mostly unpainted buildings evenly spaced apart and roads unmarked and unpaved.  But it was a real town; the bustling crowds and busy shops were a sure sign of that.

They made their way to the local governing rep council’s building, a curved domed structure considerably taller than any other building in town.  The design belied the gungans’ underwater origins.  As the Queen Amidala approached the entrance she was greeted by the Boss of the town, Paps Cluck.  A gentle, obese old ankura gungan, he was dressed in bright red colors with white veermok fur trim which almost seemed like a match for her own outfit.

After proceeding inside, the two became acquainted and chatted about the usual things.  The town seemed to be doing well, though trade was a problem, as she had expected.  New as the town was, its plan – to become a manufacturing and shipping hub of cheap commercial products for the entire planet – was certainly grandiose. Boss Cluck even showed off the prototype Bombad Maxi-Cargo swoop-sled that the BullbaBong company was helping them to develop so they could deliver their products all across the world. “Mesa hopin’ to give it a test-flight dis evenin,’ but…” He shrugged, rapping his chubby knuckles against the default red-painted prototype fatalistically.

The Queen was happy to reveal that the Royal Naboo government in Theed was going to directly support Otoh Pola with an economic stimulus plan, offering credits and aid in arranging trade deals and structuring further growth of the town.  Paps Cluck was delighted and the two celebrated over a cup of Jumba Nog.

As the Queen was handed the large clay cup of the beverage, she noted internally that it looked like gungan semen.   Thick, white, and quite sticky.   She sniffed it and she could have sworn the odor was similar as well. She licked her lips and drank a sip.  It tasted good and she quickly finished off her serving.

"Yousa like, yes?"  Paps asked her as he put down his drink, only having had a little bit himself.

"Yes, it was quite delicious," she remarked.

"Jumba Nog is old gungan drink for Life Day.  Da women drink it very much!"

The two proceeded out of the council building together and Padmé felt her chest itching slightly by the time she stepped out the door.

"Thank you hosting me, Boss Clucks. I appreciate the gesture and look forward to seeing your town prosper," the Queen said in her formal tone.  She exchanged goodbyes with the old gungan and he returned inside the building, their business done.

Sabé stepped beside Amidala and said, "We have a meet and greet at a… bunga bush." She tried not to laugh at the silly sounding phrase. "A bunga bush lot.  It's like our Tree of Life tradition."

"They have Life Trees?" Padmé asked.

"Yes, well close to it.  They use swamp plants, though.  A munni bush that only grows along the shores of Lake Paonga."

"All right," the Queen said, then paused and looked to Sabé. "My chest is… tingling…" after a moment she dismissed her concerns, "I'm sure it's nothing, let's go."

The Queen, her handmaiden and the two guards that lagged behind proceeded down the street.  Amidala kept adjusting her top and could have sworn her breasts was getting bigger.

"Sabé, do you notice anything… unusual about my… chest?"  Padmé asked as she pulled down her red tube top a third time to keep from exposing her boobs.

The handmaiden nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness, it's growing."  As a loyal servant, sworn protector, and dutiful decoy, she always kept the closest eye on her Queen and felt it was her duty to know her better than she knew herself. "I'm sorry, but I believe it was the Jumba Nog you drank," Sabé continued. "I had heard rumors of a drink called Jumba Juice having enhancing effects on humans.  I didn't realize this Jumba Nog was made from it.  I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"It's all right, Sabé.  I should have learned by now not to swallow strange things."

Sabé giggled at the Queen's joke.

"So my boobs are growing… anything else going to happen?"

"I don't believe so.  And it's temporary.  In a few hours time it should pass."

"A few hours?"  Padmé gulped, readjusting her top once again. "Suggestions?"

"Dismiss your guards to avoid further rumors or suggestions of your altering your body for sexual purposes.  The tabloids already are suspicious of you and your frequent gungan visitors to the palace.  We attend the bunga bush meet and greet.  These gungans aren't from Otoh Gunga and have very little knowledge of you.  They'll be none-the-wiser of your breast size.  We wait for them to... deflate and then return to your speeder."  Sabé had been trained to consider back-up plans for over a dozen scenarios and mentally kept them updated moment to moment.  She was never caught off guard.

With hardly a second thought, Queen Amidala said to Sabé, "Dismiss the guards."

The handmaiden turned and said, "You two are dismissed.  Return to the speeder and await further orders."

As Chief Handmaiden, Sabé had many responsibilities and duties, and one of the central ones was being in charge of the Queen's personal bodyguard detail.  This hadn't always been the case, but in the two years following the invasion of Naboo, Amidala had grown to trust her more than anyone, and would give those responsibilities to no one else.

Perosei and Tinmar nodded and turned around, not questioning or hesitating for a moment.

"I feel like my tits are going to explode," Padmé grumbled under her breath.  Sabé looked back to her Queen and could see her breasts were barely held inside a greatly-stretched top.

"You should lower your top and let them be exposed.  If you tear it, you'll have nothing to wear when we return," Sabé suggested.

Amidala looked to her, one eyebrow arched, scoffing at her suggestion to proceed down this street with her breasts exposed.  Sabé didn't respond.

"I see there's one scenario you hadn't thought of ahead of time." 

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Sabé responded with honest disappointment.

The Queen tugged down her top so it rested below her expanding breasts.  She sighed and tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary as the proceeded down the main road of the town.  The gungans that were bustling around the street for the most part took notice, particularly the men.  Padmé couldn't tell if they were offended or not, but they were definitely curious.

On either side of them there were a few buildings up, mostly homes and some store fronts.  Padmé saw a shop selling fish and seafood, another sold clothing.  But there were also tents and makeshift stands selling oddities that Padmé couldn't identify.

After a short while the Queen and her handmaiden arrived at a grove of munni bushes all socketed into stands and arranged in neat rows.  It was like a Tree of Life lot, only with wet, floppy seaweed-looking bushes instead.

An otolla gungan, pudgy and shorter than most, came out of a tent and approached the Queen, his eyes going wide as he saw her now very large and nearly completely exposed chest.  Each breast was now larger than her own head, though luckily they didn't add too much weight.  Amidala kept up the act that this were normal, perhaps a style from the warmer south.

"Oh yousa be da Queen!" said the lanky, thin gungan with grey skin. "Yousa… supa beauty!" he added, eyeing her large boobs intently.

Amidala hadn't wondered about this before, but now had clear evidence that gungan men too were enamored with large breasts.

"Thank you for having us," the Queen said with forced enthusiasm, "Your collection of munni bushes is… quite lovely."

"Oh, dey ugly bushes.  Stupid tradition but mesa need da credits."  He admitted it freely, not caring that he was embarrassing the supreme ruler of his entire homeworld.  "Wesa have a place for yousa to meet da gunga," he continued, and gestured over to the edge of the lot, near a forest.  "Wesa hung a hornweed, and mesa tink yousa give our Life Day kisses for mesa customas."

Amidala looked to Sabé and leaned over. "I’m the Queen and you have me selling Life Day trees dressed like this?  Whose idea was this?"

“Horace Vancil, Your Highness,” Sabé replied, referring to the elderly man who served as the primary political and economic counselor on the Royal Advisory Council.

"Remind me to sack him when we return to Theed," Amidala spoke with honest disdain in her voice.

The Queen and Sabé followed the gungan over to the spot he had set up, which was a bare area with nothing but two poles in the ground.  Connecting the two poles was a string and hung from that string was a hornweed, an ugly, dried-out root.  It was significant in gungan culture as it was used in many of their weapons and armor.  For the holiday season, and befitting its association with fertility, it was natural that it also served as prompt for exchanging kisses.  And now, here was Padmé Amidala, queen of the entire planet, standing beneath it.

"Yousa supposed to be Mama Suk Suk and her little helper?" the skinny gungan asked as he eyed the Queen and her handmaiden.

She nodded in response.

"Oh good, yousa make dis real popula, den."  He walked away then and left the Queen and Sabé alone.

"What is that supposed to mean?"  Amidala asked.

"I'm not sure…"  Sabé responded.

"How long until we can leave?"

"Not until the Jumba Nog wears off, there's no point in returning to speeder until then."

Amidala sighed. As usual, Sabé was right.  "So I'll just stand here and give out kisses to gungans for a few hours."

"Well at least the Trade Federation isn't invading again."  Sabé offered a bit of levity and the Queen smiled in response, appreciating it.

The two could see the lanky owner talking to three gungan newcomers, and gesturing toward the humans.  Two of the gungans started in their direction, while another took off in a hurry.

"I think you have your first customer, Your Highness."

Queen Amidala smiled at the two gungans that approached her and they bowed slightly in respect.

"Yousa make supa hot Mama Suk Suk."

"Ah, thank you," she responded, not appreciating his crudeness.

"Mesa think yousa give me good load for this year," he continued.

Padmé nodded and said, "I hope so."  She figured she might as well just be agreeable, but she had no understanding of what he was saying. Certainly not enough to expect what happened next, as the gungan untied his pants and pulled out his cock.  Amidala looked to Sabé, wide-eyed.

Sabé looked at the cock and then back to the Queen. "In tradition, Mama Suk Suk blesses the penises of gungan men to ensure they are fertile throughout the coming year."

Amidala looked at the male gungan, who seemed to be patiently waiting for something, and then back to Sabé. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You're dressed as her… bless him…" Sabé didn't have much additional advice to offer.

The Queen looked at the gungan again, and noted a line of more gungan men was forming behind him.  She looked over his dick.  It was big and erect – he clearly was taken with her – and his balls hung quite low.  She hadn't been with a gungan in a while, she thought, then refocused her mind.

"I bless you," she said, and hoped that was enough.

The gungan warbled something and then said, "Yousa unda hornweed.  You bless wit kissing."

Padmé took a deep breath and muttered, "Oh, kark."  She looked to Sabé, who shrugged.  "Big help you are," the Queen murmured. She then looked to the gungan and smiled. "All right."

Leaning over, she puckered her lips as the gungan man raised his erect cock toward her mouth.  Carefully she pressed her painted red and white lips against the enflamed tip of the penis and gave it a kiss.  The gungan warbled and smiled down at her.  "Mmmm, dat feelin nice, Mama Suk Suk."  He began to rub his shaft up and down as he looked down at her.  A dribble of precum appeared at the tip, ready to drip.

The Queen looked to Sabé standing beside her, who was eyeing the cock intently, revealing a desire she was famous for back at the palace.

Before the gungan standing before her could make another move, the one standing behind him ran out of patience and pushed past him, his cock already hanging out of his untied pants, stroking it.  Padmé was a bit taken aback. This seemed like it could quickly get out of hand – but she had been in situations like this before and knew how to take control.

Putting up one hand to calm the horny gungan, she said in her soft voice, "Easy, you'll all get your turn."

"Mesa need Mama Suk Suk to give mesa good kiss for good luck!" he said urgently, waving his cock that looked north of thirty centimeters long in her face.

"All right, I'll give it a good kiss." The Queen knew how to handle an aggressive man.  She reached out with her red-gloved hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the thick circumference.  "Oh, your dick is so big," she said with over-emphasized innocence.

The gungan warbled in appreciation, getting more turned on.  Padmé realized that her strategy for easing the nerves of this gungan were also escalating his expectations.

Leaning forward again, the Queen stuck out her pink tongue and slowly swirled it around the tip of the cock, and then closed her lips as she gave it a wet kiss.  "Will that ensure you have a fertile year to… cum?" she asked, emphasizing the last word.

The other gungan that had been pushed aside re-emerged next to the Queen, his dick still rock hard and insisting on a bit of extra attention.  Padmé reached for it, cupping her hand underneath the bulky shaft and raising the fat head to her lips.  She looked up at the gungan and said, "I guess Mama Suk Suk is going to have to live up to her name."  The Queen opened wide and pushed the spongy tip inside, mewing in response as she got her first mouthful of gungan dick in months.

"Oh, Mama Suk Suk real good!" the gungan moaned, and then thrust forward with his hips, forcing more of his meat inside her mouth before hitting the back of her throat.

"Mesa get suk suk too!" the other gungan demanded, his hand replacing Padmé's idle one as he rubbed it against her white-painted cheek.

"Easy now, boys," she said sweetly as she pulled her mouth off the cock with a pop of her lips.  "There's enough of this hungry mouth to go around."

The Queen returned her attention to the first gungan's dick, swirling her tongue around the crown again as she lead it back inside her mouth before sealing her lips tightly.  Her cheeks became concave as she sucked hard, her tongue flicking up and down inside her closed mouth against the sensitive tip.  The gungan grunted and moaned in response, feeling overwhelmed.

Behind them the crowd of men was growing in size and impatience.  The Queen noticed this and removed her mouth from the dripping cock.  She looked to Sabé and asked, "Why don't you… prep them for me, Sabé?"

The handmaiden smirked and bowed slightly. "Of course, Your Highness. I can be one of Mama’s little helpers. I guess it’s a good thing I dressed the part, after all." The green-clad young girl walked forward and squatted on the ground at the head of the line, her face just centimeters from the exposed cock of the next waiting gungan.  Behind him another dozen were awaiting their turn.  Sabé gripped the plump shaft and opened her mouth.  She knew not to overdo it and make them cum too soon. She knew what an oral fixation Padmé had, and wanted to save that pleasure for the Queen.  Sabé had plenty of prior experience in this type of situation.

As her eagerness – and hunger – grew, so too did the Queen's speed.  She moved back and forth between the two fat gungan dongs quickly; shoving her face half way down the shaft of one dick and then moving to the other and doing the same.  Both cocks were now traveling well into her throat with each plunge of their meat into her face.

"Oh mesa cum soon, Mama Suk Suk!" barked one of the gungans above her. 

The Queen stopped her cock swapping and smiled up at the pair of strangers.  Her gloved hands pounded up and down on their shafts.  "Mama Suk Suk wants your gooey treat."

Sabé turned back from her duty with the cock lodged in her mouth to watch as her Queen was about to get sprayed with jizz.

One of the gungans grunted, and then a hot shot of white spunk blasted out of his cock and doused half of the Queen's face in cum.  "Oh yes!"  Padmé yelled ecstatically. The sensation of jizz on her face always made her go wild, no matter the species.  Another load of semen spurt out and dashed across her forehead and over the Jewel of Zenda on her headdress.  The other gungan, pushed to an orgasm by the sight before him, likewise ejected a fat load onto her already white-painted face.

"It almost looks like snow, Your Highness," Sabé commented, her hands idly stroking the dick before her.

The Queen caught her breath as the loads of jizz subsided and she could finally open her eyes, her face otherwise drenched in cum.  "I've always dreamed of a white Life Day."  She grinned up at the gungans, her hands stroking their slackening cocks, and proclaimed, "Let it blow."

The next hour proceeded as expected, the Queen sucking down the cocks of eventually thirty six gungan men, with some help from Sabé.  By the end of the ordeal both their jaws were sore and the Queen needed a shower, badly.  Happily, the owner of the bunga bush lot was accommodating in that regard, though not until after he received a double-headed blowjob from both Sabé and the Queen.

When they finally returned to the speeder it was the evening, and Officer Perosei and Sergeant Tinmar looked with gladness on the returning Queen and Chief Handmaiden. The pair had taken longer than expected, but with no emergency beacon being sent off, and with a terse message from Sabé over the comlink, they had had no choice but to remain at their post, watching over the speeder where it was parked on the edge of the forest that surrounded Otoh Pola.

“M’lady!” Perosei, the senior of the two guards, said with relief in his voice. “And Mistress Sabé as well. Has your business been concluded?”

“It has,” Padmé said, sharing a glance with Sabé and trying to avoid a smirk. “I think we’ve laid good foundations for relations with Otoh Pola for the new year.”

“I’m glad to hear it, M’lady,” Perosei said, checking his wrist chrono. “We still have plenty of time to return to Theed for the official celebration.”

Every year, the Royal Naboo government hosted an official Life Day commemoration in the capitol, with the monarch jointly leading the ceremony with the wookiee ambassador to Naboo, currently a wookiee named Ralrracheen. The event had gained prominence in the last two years given that Ralrracheen’s son, Rorworr, had helped lead the Naboo Underground against the Trade Federation, and had later been appointed an honorary Palace Guard by Padmé. Padmé had been honored to serve as ror’halla at Rorworr’s ror’tukor ceremony, held among the small wookiee diplomatic and business community in Theed, thus making her an honorary daughter-in-law to Ambassador Ralrracheen.

As Perosei checked his chrono, Padmé noticed the guard shivering slightly, while Tinmar was standing with his arms crossed and hands shoved in his armpits to keep warm. The temperature was definitely starting to fall, and not just because it was getting later in the day – there was definitely a cold weather front moving in. Padmé realized just how the guards had been left out there, alone in the cold with nothing to do, while she and Sabé had been…occupied with their own festivities. Glancing over at Sabé, the Queen could tell the same thoughts were going through her decoy’s mind.

“Officer, would you say we would have enough time left to dally a bit longer here?” she asked Perosei.

The officer nodded, not letting his discomfort or boredom show. It was part of the job, after all. “Yes, M’lady. At top speed, it won’t be too long to get back.”

“Well, then, Officer, I think your loyal dedication to my person ought to be rewarded,” she said with a light tone, as she stepped towards the dark-skinned man and Sabé approached Tinmar. “Now tell me…have you been a very good boy for Life Day?”

Before long, Sabé was on her knees, sucking off Tinmar, while Padmé was draped over the hood of the Champion Speeder, the lightly-idling engine providing enough heat to keep her warm as Perosei pushed her legs back. Her ankles around her ears, the guard eagerly tugged her red stockings up far enough to reveal her pussy – the thin strip of pubic hair adorning it having been dyed white for the holiday spirit.

The sight of such an intimate cosmetic alteration appeared to set Perosei off even more, and in less than ten seconds his large cock had been freed, and was plowing into her. He wasn’t quite as large as the average gungan or wookiee – but for a human, he wasn’t bad. From the side of the speeder, the sounds Sabé was making appeared to indicate that she had shifted from giving Tinmar a blowjob, to letting him take charge and fuck her throat properly.

As Perosei thrust into her, Padmé felt something cold hit her face. At first wondering if it was a sweat droplet from her lover, she looked up – and a smile widened her face.

“It’s starting to snow!” she said, the childlike joy in her voice completely at-odds with the situation she was in – or with Sabé’s gurgled reply. The Queen chuckled to herself as she remembered her earlier comment about having a white Life Day. It seemed she would get her wish – in both meanings of the term.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the sky for a different reason. A swooshing sound filled the air – accompanied by a tinkling noise. “What the…” Padmé muttered. It reminded her of the sound a ship would make coming in to land. For a moment, she was having flashbacks to the Trade Federation invasion.

But the reality soon made itself evident – and it was far less troubling.

Paps Cluck, still clad in his festive red attire, was flying overhead in his prototype delivery airspeeder. Although the major kinks had apparently been worked out, the tinkling noise coming from it suggested a few parts of it were still loose – although perhaps that was just the standard of gungan engineering. A red searchlight was being beamed out from the front of the speeder, apparently as a guidance beacon this foggy Life Day night.

As Paps flew over where the Royal Naboo speeder was parked, he waved at the four semi-naked humans beneath. “Ho, ho!” he called out.

“Hey!” Padmé called out, taking some offense to his characterization of her and Sabé. However, she remembered from her cultural exchanges with Boss Nass that the gungans approached such professions in a less-judgmental way than most humans. Besides, he said it with such belly-rolling glee that it was hard to take offense to the jolly old gungan. Instead, she simply waved back, even as Perosei and Tinmar – less used to such public displays than their Queen and Chief Handmaiden – were struggling to get their trousers back up. “Merry Life Day!” she called up to him.

“Merry Life Day to allen! And to allen, a gooda nightsen!” he called, as his turned the speeder back around towards the council building, apparently having finished the test flight.

Padmé looked back at the two guards. They might have lost the heat of the moment just now – but there was still Ambassador Ralrracheen and Rorworr back in Theed, not to mention the other Palace Guards and her other deserving handmaidens – Eirtaé, Rabé, Yané, Saché, and Fé.

It seemed Queen Amidala would have plenty of gifts to unwrap this Life Day…



THE END

Art by Deuce

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Padme's Twin Saber Trouble

Padmé's Twin Saber Trouble
By Pyro & Das Flute





“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Anakin’s miniature wavy blue hologram said from atop Padmé’s desk. The senator sat before it, listening attentively.

“Oh really?” replied the petite young woman, her eyes narrowing as she imagined some possibilities, none of them particularly wholesome. “Any hints?”

“You’re going to be very happy.” Padmé could see a sly grin on his husband’s face.

“All right, so when can I expect you?” Padmé asked. “So I can get ready,” she added, her sly tone providing plenty of hints about what sort of readiness she had in mind – something involving a septsilk peignoir and her Twi’lek Twitcher vibe.

“I’ll be there in an hour. Wear something great.”

“Oh don’t worry, I have something in mind.”

The blue hologram sputtered and then disappeared. Padmé smirked and stood up from her seat. She was in her spacious office at the Senate Office Building. It was a clear day and the planetary Weather Modulation Control Center had set the temperature for the week at the cooler end of its range. She had hoped to go out for lunch, but instead now she was going to have her husband for lunch, as it were.

Padmé stepped away from her large desk and moved toward the back left corner of the long room. She pressed a small, inconspicuous panel near the window that spanned her office. A closet hidden behind a section of the wall popped out and then grew several meters, covering half the distance back to Padmé’s desk. An assortment of gowns and clothing hung from a metal pole that extended from inside. Atop the selection of gowns were two shelves of head dresses, ribbons, gloves and more accessories to her outfits.

Padmé had an idea of what to wear, something that was based on the outfit she currently had on, a black corset with a blue-grey dress and matching puffy arms, with decorative silver circlets around her forearms.

The senator had recently enlisted the legendary fashion designer VanTurk to make several revealing outfits for her. Padmé had expected to use them for special negotiations, secret forbidden trysts in the Undercity, and perhaps also with Anakin if he were lucky enough. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to try one out on him, to see if he’d notice.

In recent months Padmé and her husband had been growing apart. Or at least Padmé felt herself becoming more distant from her husband; she wasn’t sure if it was mutual, which was a warning sign in and of itself. At least outwardly, Anakin seemed as pleased as ever about their marriage, despite their infrequent time together. Padmé, on the other hand, had felt the rift succinctly on their first anniversary, where she valiantly tried to please her husband, only to end up sucking off an obese besalisk cook and then fucking him in his kitchen. Dexter had turned out to be a good friend since then, and she was grateful, but her relationship had only gone downhill with her young, immature husband.

Perhaps the worst part of it was that Anakin didn’t suspect a thing. He seemed content and happy. And though Padmé always tried her best to stay faithful, that goal was frequently hard to live up to. Padmé’s sex drive was almost a burden for the young woman and she had to keep satisfied to get any work done. She needed a partner that could keep up and keep her interested. But Anakin was back again, and she was going to try, again, to stir up some excitement with her husband.

The senator scanned the array of gowns before her, finding the skimpy version of her current. VanTurk liked to base his designs on some of her better known gowns, as if to almost trick the casual viewer, to fool someone who wasn’t paying enough attention. Padmé pulled off her choice of clothing and set it down atop her desk. Before dressing though she needed to take a few gulps of gulps of Jumba Juice. VanTurk’s designs catered toward the bustier girl, and luckily for Padmé she could alleviate her short coming in that area.

After dressing, the twenty five year old sat back down at her desk and resumed her duties, going over reports and rumors, planning meeting and reviewing pending legislation. She could easily shift from her role as sexually frustrated wife to over worked senator faster than a hawkbat on stimspice.

Sometime later she heard a ding overhead, signaling someone at her door. She stood up and turned toward the expansive window behind her, using it as a mirror. She scanned herself up and down, admiring her currently outrageously curvy body. The skirt of her dress only came around part way, leaving the center – her crotch – exposed, although she didn’t dare go bare there. Not usually, at least. Instead she wore a pair of panties embroidered with some Naboo iconography. Keep it classy, Padmé joked to herself. Her breasts were overflowing in her top, barely contained by the inflexible fabric. Perhaps she over did it a little with the Jumba Juice. But better to overdo it, than underperform, she always thought. It was a central tenet of aggressive negotiations as she had been taught at the Theed School of Diplomacy. Which may have been why she was gangbanged so frequently, she realized, as she walked toward her door.

Padmé pressed the touch panel on the frame of the door and the thick plasteel block slid upward into the ceiling. She spotted Anakin there, grinning, and then she noticed his arms were resting on something and she looked down. There were two boys there – two young teenagers, rather, and their eyes were locked on to either of her breasts like a baby waiting to feed. Padmé suddenly felt very self conscious and crossed her arms, though this only bulged out her boobs even more.

“Senator Amidala,” Anakin said with a nod and a knowing intonation.

“Ah, Jedi Skywalker,” Padmé replied, mimicking his formality but betraying her confusion.

“I want you to be meet Tom and Wes Jafan.” Anakin patted the pair on the shoulders. “They’re twins.”

Padmé smiled, adjusting her attitude from one of confusion and disappointment to pandering congeniality. “Hi boys,” she said warmly. She looked back up at Anakin, her eyes adding, What is going on here?

“I wanted you to spend some time with Tom and Wes for a while,” Anakin said assuredly.

Padmé looked back and forth at the two. They were about fourteen by the look of it, energetic and cheerful. She could hardly tell them apart. Each was currently beaming up at her. “Uh, why?”

“Master Yoda is on his way here to see me and we've got a while before he gets here. I thought you'd like to spend some time with them. They’re new the Temple and haven’t had a chance to visit the Senate yet.”

“I don’t have time for a tour, Anakin.” Padmé was a bit perturbed at her husband's assumption that she could be called on at a moment's notice for something as menial as babysitting.

Anakin ushered the twins inside, forcing Padmé to step back. “Go take a seat, boys,” he said, and turned to Padmé once they were out of earshot.

“Look, I think it’ll be good for you to spend some time with them. They’re great kids, and don’t you want to have children some day?”

Padmé was taken aback a little, still reeling from her mistaken assumption about the nature of this meeting. “Ah, yes, but I’m kind of in the middle of a work day right now.” Padmé motioned to her attire. “And besides, when you said you had a surprise, I thought you meant something else…”

Anakin looked her over. “Ooh,” muttered, shaking his head. “You know I don’t go in for those kind of getups anyway.” Anakin shook his head, “You look really unprofessional.”

Padmé sighed and gave up. “So how long do I have to watch them for?” After that comment she’d rather spend time with two kids than her husband. Maybe they’d appreciate her efforts a little more anyway.

“An hour, tops. I'll be right outside if you need anything."

Anakin was unusually cheerful about this, Padmé thought. She looked over at the two boys as they sat quietly, feet barely touching the floor in their seats.

“All right, fine. I'll give them a lecture on the taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems,” she said sarcastically as Anakin headed for the doorway.

"You'll do great," the Jedi obliviously answered, as he stepped outside.

Padmé looked over to the twins. How was she going to handle this? She was dressed like a high-priced Moenia hooker and was saddled with two pubescent boys.

Both of the boys were dressed in oversized tan pants and tops, with a dark brown sash crossing from the upper shoulder on their right down to their thighs on the left. Their hair was short and blonde and both needed a haircut.

They were seated in opposite chairs facing the large desk, with Tom on the right. He peaked back at Padmé as she finished her conversation with Jedi Skywalker, who had escorted them here. The boys had only been on Coruscant for a day and they had been whisked around the capital from the moment they landed. It was a confusing and somewhat frustrating experience for the boys, though they had been warned about it ahead of time.

Tom and Wes were from a sect of the Jedi called the Ossus Traditionalists. They opposed the reforms instituted by Grand Master Nomi Sunrider at the Conclave of Exis Station following the Great Sith War of four millennia past. Sunrider, feeling the betrayal of her lover Ulic Qel-Droma during the war, had become heavily influenced by the conservative Jedi Master Simikarty, and embraced the outlines of his seminal Teyan Apologia. These had included formally subjecting the Jedi to the rule of a council on Coruscant, limiting the age and number of padawans a master could take on, and enforcing rules of abstinence and separation from family of Jedi trainees. To a large extent, the Exis Reforms of Sunrider had remained in force for the Jedi Order to the present day.

The Ossus Traditionalists rejected the Exis Reforms as being a perversion of the original Jedi ideals, forced on the order by a minority of its masters as a short-sighted response to the particular issues of a specific crisis. The Ossus school and its associated followers – such as the Altisian Jedi, the Corellian Jedi, and the Potentium sect – instead argued that Jedi should still allow familial ties. Typically, its initiates were paired with a guardian, instead of staying in isolated bunkrooms with other Jedi younglings.

The Ossus school had had rocky relations at times with the Orthodox Jedi of Coruscant through the years, but the exigencies of the Clone Wars had caused a closer reconciliation between the smaller splinter group and the mainstream order than had ever existed before. The Jafan twins and their guardian had been serving at the Battle of Sullust, when their master had fallen to the Separatists.

Anakin and Obi-Wan had taken them in, bringing them to Coruscant for Yoda to deal with. There had been arrangements ahead of time for a guardian but the boys had gathered those fell through at the last moment, and the Jedi Council was scrambling to find a replacement.

Tom looked to Wes. "I hope she's the one they want for us. She's really pretty!"

Wes looked back as well. "Yeah she is. I like her big…" he grinned and giggled while he bowed out his arms in front of him, mimicking Padmé's large bust.

"Yeah!" Tom nodded, "Like the twi'lek we saw the Temple!"

Wes looked again at Padmé and then back to Tom. "She makes my ronto get rocky!”

Tom glanced back at the Senator as well and nodded in agreement. "Do you want to practice our saber fighting?"

"Not yet," Wes said, still staring at Padmé as she started toward them. "Maybe later."

The beautiful, and busty, woman walked in between the two chairs, turned around and leaned against her desk. She smiled at them warmly and the boys instantly felt more relaxed. They were a little apprehensive about all this, despite their initial first impressions.

"So, it's Tom and Wes?" Padmé gestured to one then the other, guessing at their identities. The boys nodded in approval, she got it right.

"You're younglings?" She asked and the boys nodded again. "How come you're out with Master Skywalker?"

"Well…" Tom started, "We just got to Cors-corsa-corsant-

"Coruscant." Padmé pronounced it slowly and clearly for the boy.

"Coruscant," Tom repeated correctly. "So… We just got here."

"Yeah, we don't know what's going on," Wes finished.

"How old are you boys? Fourteen?"

"Thirteen," replied Tom.

"But we're big for our age," Wes finished, then added, "Wanna see?"

Padmé didn't quite get his comment. "I can see that already," she assured him.

"Oh." Wes was a little disappointed.

"So are you interested in politics?" Padmé asked.

"Not… really." Tom shook his head and Wes followed suite.

"Okay, well, I'm a senator and I've been in politics nearly my whole life. When I was your age I was the Princess of Theed, which was the capital of-"

"You were the Princess of Theed?" Tom asked excitedly.

Padmé was struck by his apparent knowledge of Theed and her former title, "Yes. Are you boys from Naboo?"

"Yes!" Wes said. "We're from Dee’ja Peak!"

"Really?" Padmé was intrigued to hear this. She rarely ran into anyone on Coruscant that was even from Naboo’s sector, much less someone near her home town. "I'm from Cokenvee. It's a small village east of there, in the Gallo Mountains."

The boys shrugged, having never heard of it.

"I was Queen too, you know."

"Really?!" the boys simultaneously exclaimed.

"Yes, until only a few years ago, actually."

"You're Queen Amidala?" Tom asked, awed realization in his voice

"Yes, I was," Padmé said with a smile.

The two boys exchanged looks of astonishment. They knew only a few basic things about their home planet's government, having lived in a sheltered Jedi enclave in the remote Western Reaches, but they knew about the Queen and how beautiful she was. And more over, how the new Queen definitely wasn't as pretty as the old one.

"So you're just entering the Jedi Temple now? I thought all younglings were there from their earliest ages," Padmé asked.

"Not all of them. Some Jedi sects have their own homes around the galaxy where they train and raise younglings. Like us," Tom said assuredly, proud of his upbringing.

"But now you're joining the Temple?"

"Yes, we've reached the age of responsibility, and so we were brought here for new Masters after our old guardian became one with the Force," Wes said.

Padmé thought of Ahsoka; she had been their age when Anakin became her Master.

As the boys chatted with the senator, and they gazed upon her beauty, and more specifically her busty boobs and revealing attire, they felt their penises becoming erect. Their baggy pants kept their lengthy members hidden from view and the senator was none the wiser. She had even forgotten that she was dressed as such.

Padmé heard a chime come from her desk; she had received a holocall. "Well boys, I'm going to have do some work now. Why don't you two play, quietly, while I do some work, all right?"

"Yes, senator," the two said in near unison as they got up from their seats.

Padmé walked around to her chair and activated her receiver. Dormé's image waved into existence.

Tom and Wes walked over to the other end of Padmé's office, where a rectangular table with a pale beige vase sitting atop was surrounded by several couches.

"Tom, I'm so hard right now," the boy gestured to his crotch, where a long phallus pressed against the inside of his right pants leg.

"I know! Me too! She's super pretty! And she was the Queen!" Tom replied, looking back at the senator, who was turned away from the pair in her seat, talking to a holo-projection. "Let's saber fight!" He announced and proceeded to reach inside his pants and pull out his erect penis, which extended no less than forty five centimeters. Wes did the same and pulled out a similarly freakishly long penis.

There were records on Naboo going back generations of a rare genetic condition that resulted in extremely long penises. There were studies into why this was the case and some indications that mixed breeding with gungans might have had a hand in it. As further testing strengthened this hypothesis, funding was pulled and support from special interest groups faded and the studies were abandoned. That didn't change the fact that there were boys with recorded penises as long as sixty centimeters in some cases, and unconfirmed reports of even longer ones.

Padmé continued her conversation with Dormé, unaware of the twin boys behind her, each gripping their extraordinarily long members, striking them against one another as if in a lightsaber duel.

"Ah ha!" Tom pronounced as jabbed Wes in the torso with his rod.

"Blast it!" Wes grumbled and then wacked his dick against Tom's.

Padmé concluded her call with Dormé and spun her chair toward the boys, already becoming a little annoyed at their noise making. She couldn't see exactly what they were doing, the backs of the couches blocking her view. She ignored the noise for a moment while she made a note on a datapad.

Wes lunged at Tom and his twin jumped up onto a couch. Wes hopped up as well and the two crossed phalluses a few times before Wes made another lunge. Tom reared back and fell over the couch.

"Take it easy-" Padmé started to say as she looked up from her work, but spotted Tom laying on his back, penis out and pointing straight up into the air – looking, to Padmé's eyes, magnificent and huge. Her mind went through several different emotions in quick succession and decided on confusion as the best response.

"What in blazes is going on here?" The senator shot up in her seat, hands down on the desk. She looked to Wes as he came around the side of the couch, his member also out and gripped in his hands. "Why are your… penises out?" Padmé almost used another word, out of habit.

"Huh?" Tom asked as he got to his feet. "Oh, we're just dueling," he said innocently enough. Wes got to Tom and the two started brandishing their dicks against one another again.

"Now stop that!" Padmé insisted, but she felt her mouth watering at the sight of twin cocks larger than she had seen in months. She was reminded of a huge gungan dongo, or maybe a wookiee meat bat. The senator walked around her desk to stand before the two exposed boys.

She felt a little hot and she pulled at her top, which had been straining against her breasts this entire time. She tugged at the vertical slice of fabric running over her left breast, but pulled too hard, and the entire boob became exposed. As Padmé stared in awe at the two boys swinging their cocks she rubbed her bare breast, trying to recover it but instead only arousing herself with her delicate touch. Enhanced sensitivity came with Jumba Juice’s increase in size. Padmé rested her right hand atop her still partially covered right boob.

"Wow, Tom, look her boob fell out," Wes said to his brother.

Padmé shook her head, trying to come out of this daze as she looked down at her exposed chest.

"I want to rub my saber against one for luck!" Wes continued.

"Yeah!" Tom agreed enthusiastically.

The two boys angled toward Padmé who stood only a short distance away. The senator snapped out of her confused state.

"Now boys!" she said sternly, in a schoolmistress tone that would have made Mrs. Racté proud. But the twins didn't react, and she flinched when both shoved the tips of their dicks into her breasts. Tom boldly reached up with one hand pulled aside the remaining fabric over her right boob, leaving both completely exposed.

"They're like training remotes!" he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but bigger!" Wes joked.

Padmé was overwhelmed. The boys’ dicks were dripping precum and they were both rubbing and smacking them against her large, inflated tits. She found herself pressed against the desk, squatting lower to give them better access to her breasts as they rubbed their long cocks along her cleavage and against her nipples.

"Boys, you really shouldn't be doing this," Padmé said, more meekly now. She remembered Anakin was right outside and Master Yoda was on his way. She couldn't imagine the repercussions of what would happen if they were to walk in. "You have to put those away, all right? Master Yoda wouldn't be happy to see you doing this."

Padmé was a little surprised when they both suddenly stopped smacking her breasts with their forty five centimeter cocks.

"Oh yeah…" Tom said and looked down, thinking.

"She's right, what do we do?" Wes asked, concerned. "They're too hard."

Padmé looked back and forth at the twin dicks and agreed they'd have a hard time putting those back in their pants. She almost offered to help but then thought better of it; they were only thirteen, after all, and this wasn’t Naboo. And unlike their Naboo enclave, she doubted there’d be any room in the Jedi Temple here on Coruscant for them to relieve themselves in private.

"I guess we just have to wait… but that could take like… an hour," Tom said.

"An hour?" Padmé asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it takes like an hour for them to go down," Wes answered.

"But Yoda could be here any minute." Padmé felt a bit uncomfortable about this. She didn't want the boys getting caught and she couldn't trust them to keep it a secret what they were just doing to her breasts if they were questioned by Yoda or Anakin.

"Can't you just… jack off?" Padmé suggested crudely.

"Huh?" Tom asked

"Jack off?" Wes added.

"Yeah… masturbate," Padmé said simply.

"Who's Master Bate?" Tom asked.

"You know, when you rub… yourself… there and you make white stuff come out." Padmé felt so odd explaining this.

Neither reacted, both continuing to look puzzled.

Padmé looked at either of them, waiting for them to crack – but they didn't. She realized they didn’t know about masturbation.

"You two really have been sheltered. I would have figured you'd learn about it by accident," Padmé said.

They shrugged, and Wes asked, "So what is it?"

"Well… you grip your penis, like you're doing," Padmé explained, eyeing their dicks, “And then your move your hand up and down.” Wes and Tom moved their hand up the length of their cocks and then back down again.

"Good, see, it's simple," Padmé said, as she clapped her hands in satisfaction.

The two boys, still facing her, kept stroking themselves up and down. Tom asked, "When do we stop?"

"Well, that's the best part," Padmé said, giving away a little too much enthusiasm. "You feel this incredible sensation and then suddenly a big load of cum shoots out the end." The senator realized she was enjoying explaining this to the boys. Maybe she would be good with kids.

The twins were both breathing harder and faster as they jerked off in front of Padmé. She felt herself becoming increasingly turned on herself. They were eyeing her exposed breasts as precum continued to drip out their cocks.

"You two like my breasts a lot, don't you?" Padmé asked, deciding to play into their fantasies a little.

They nodded quickly, not bothering to respond to her.

"Why don't you point those cocks at my boobies. I'll let you cum on them." Padmé cupped her breasts, holding them up for the boys as she grinned at them.

The boys quickly moved in closer and Padmé decided to descent to her knees for better comfort. Both cocks were being worked hard and fast by the twins as they rubbed the enflamed tips against her breasts. Padmé felt herself getting hotter and hotter and her judgment getting worse and worse.

Tom thrust his cock against her breast and it angled up by her face. Padmé could feel the heat on it. Wes did the same and soon the cocks were being rubbed against her cheeks and along her lips. Padmé didn't argue or protest and soon her tongue was sneaking out to lick as the shafts as they passed over her mouth. A few cloudy moments later Padmé had her hands on both cocks, replacing the twins.

"Let me take over, boys," she announced as she rubbed Tom’s dick down one side of her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the shaft.

"Do that to mine!" Wes pleaded.

"I'll do one better," Padmé promised, and opened her mouth wide before shoving the end of Wes's cock inside. The boy’s breath was taken away by the sensation and he felt dizzy all of sudden. Padmé slurped obscenely on the shaft as it plunged into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. Her tongue whirled and lathered up the wide girth of the young Padawan dick. She pulled her mouth of the rod again, strings of saliva and spit trailing from the end of the dick to her lips.

“Oh gods that’s good,” Padmé said out of breath. She turned to Tom’s dick and roughly shoved her face onto his rod as well and repeated her lusty exercise.

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Anakin stood by patiently, checking his wrist chrono. It had been about forty minutes and Yoda should be there soon. He was sure Padmé was having a swell time with the boys in her office.

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"Oh, I love your cocks!" Padmé said louder than she intended too as she swapped between Tom and Wes's lengthy pricks.

"This feels so good!" Tom said gleefully.

"I know!" Wes agreed.

Padmé worked her stretched mouth lower and lower on the long shaft of Wes's dick, taking in half the dick, feeling it descend into her throat. She angled her neck and let in the rest, her lips quickly moving down the shaft to the base of his cock.

"Oh, by the Force!" Wes grunted. "Something's happening!"

Wes cried out as he came for the first time in his life, his gooey load taking a one way trip into the stomach of his former Queen.

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Anakin could feel the presence of Yoda approaching before he rounded the corner.

"Master Yoda." He bowed slightly out of respect. "I've brought the Jafan twins here as you requested. They've been spending the past… forty five minutes or so with the Senator."

Yoda hobbled up to Anakin with his cane and nodded. "Excellent, Master Skywalker. Prudence you show, giving Senator Amidala time with the boys before ask her we do, to take on such a difficult task."

"We should go in and bring up the subject," Anakin suggested.

Yoda paused for a split second and then held out his hand. "Wait, young Skywalker. Patience we must show. The Senator more time, we shall give."

Anakin lowered her palm from the door buzzer. "All right," he agreed with a nod. Whatever would help make Padmé more amenable to the request of the Jedi was fine with him.

"Tell me Jedi Skywalker, how is young Ahsoka?" Yoda asked with a grin.

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Padmé pulled her mouth off of Wes's now-slackening dick and took a deep breath, before coughing a few times.

The boy felt woozy and stumbled back a few steps before sitting on the floor and falling back.

Padmé focused her attention on Tom and worked both her hands along his shaft. She stared up into his eyes, seeing he was so close to cumming.

"You're going to cum now, Tom," Padmé told him. "You're going to do it into my mouth."

"Yeah?" Tom replied breathily, not sure what to expect.

"Yeah," Padmé assured the boy, holding the tip of his dick right to her lips, breathing on it. She pulled back slightly and stuck out her tongue and flicked the tip against the crown of his cock several times. "Delicious cock."

"Uh, ah!" Tom cried out and Padmé held her mouth wide open, her hands working like a turbohammer on his long shaft. The first few shots splattered against the roof of her mouth and then the back of her throat. Padmé kept from choking and let the hot cum keeping blasting the inside of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and let the remaining shots of jizz coat it before she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the thick, salty load.

Tom felt dizzy like his brother and likewise stumbled back and fell onto the floor.

Padmé chuckled and go to her feet. She felt as satisfied as they apparently did. Walking around her desk she pulled out a saniwipe and cleaned herself up a little, tucking her breasts back inside her gown.

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"Ready now, I think the Senator is," Yoda said suddenly to Anakin as the Jedi Knight was discussing the recent Battle of Virujansi he had been in.

"Oh, um, yeah, let's go in," Anakin said, a little surprised at the abruptness of Yoda’s interruption.

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Padmé was just sitting back down when the door chimed again. The twins were still on the floor but were starting to recover.

"Better look lively, boys. And put away those lovely cocks of yours," Padmé advised them and the two quickly go to their feet and tucked away their now flaccid penises. The senator called them over to her desk.

"And now, let's keep this our little secret, all right?" Padmé smiled at them. "You didn't take out your penises and I didn't touch you at all, right?"

The boy nodded as they rubbed their heads, still reeling for their first mind-blowing orgasms.

Padmé pressed a panel on her desk and the door slide open. Master Yoda led the way with Anakin behind him.

"Master Yoda, it's so wonderful to see you," Padmé said with a wide grin.

"Warm feelings to my… heart, seeing you always brings, Senator," Yoda said in his old but confident voice.

"What brings you to my office today?" Padmé asked as she stepped around to the front of the desk. Anakin meanwhile headed toward the couches, signaling the twins to follow him.

"A seat, we should take, Senator. Then discuss we will why we are here." Yoda hobbled over to a chair and hoisted himself up with ease. Padmé went to the adjacent seat and sat down.

"Met and spent time you have with the twins, yes?" Yoda asked the senator.

"Yes, I have. They've very… lovely boys." Padmé paused to think of a word to describe them. She knew so little about them but what she did she enjoyed, and she didn't just mean their huge cocks. It was nice to talk to someone from home.

"From Naboo they come, like you. Common childhood, yes?"

"I suppose so, though I have no idea what growing up on a Jedi enclave would be like," Padmé countered. “Even one as…untraditional as theirs.”

"Untraditional indeed is the matter at hand. A home and guardian the boys need, beyond what the Jedi Temple can provide. The best choice you are, I think," Yoda stated plainly, catching Padmé off guard.

"What?" she asked, taken aback. "You want me to be… their guardian? You mean sponsor them…adopt them?"

"Yes, Senator. A loving and familiar home you would bring for them."

"But I thought all younglings lived at the Temple?"

"These younglings are of the Ossus Traditionalists. I will honor their upbringing, and continue they will on the path laid before them."

"I've never raised a child before… I'm much too busy, I'm sorry-" Padmé was quick to make excuses.

Yoda put up a hand and simply said, "Best it would be for the boys, Senator."

Padmé sighed. This was Yoda, asking her. He did know what was best for the younglings and Padmé couldn't doubt his judgment.

"How long would this be for?" She asked.

"Till Padawans they are not."

Padmé swallowed. This would be a large task to take on but she had handmaidens a plenty so they wouldn't require any more time than Padmé could spare. Sometimes the most important decisions are the ones you can't prepare for.

"Okay, I'll do it," Padmé said, letting her shoulders slump as she accepted the sudden turn in her life.

"Knew you would, I did," Yoda said and he hoped down from his seat.

"Tom, Wes," he called out and the pair came over to him. Padmé stood beside the Jedi Master. "Senator Padmé agreed to be your guardian, she has."

"Yippee!" they exclaimed.

Padmé's eyes went wide at their expression. She remembered Anakin yelling the same thing on Tatooine eleven years ago. It had annoyed her then, and it still did now. She'd have to fix that.

Yoda and Anakin moved away from Padmé and the twins to discuss something.

"Can we call you Mom?" Tom asked, stepping up to her.

Padmé hesitated, and then said, "Sure?"

Wes looked back to see the two older Jedi were facing away from them and then leaned forward and whispered, "Can we please we use our lightsabers on your training remotes again?"

Padmé smirked. He was cute. She leaned over and squeezed her arms together against her breasts, pushing out her cleavage into Wes's face. "Only if you behave."

"Yes, Mom!" Wes said happily.

Yoda turned back to the twins and said, "To the Temple we must go, to get your things for your new residence."

The boys quickly headed for the door and lead the way out, eager to move into their new home. Anakin approached Padmé, looking sly.

"You had a hand in this, didn't you?" Padmé accused.

"You got me." The Jedi put up his arms in defeat.

Padmé let out a breath. "This is going to be a task, and it won't make our marriage any easier, you know?"

"I know."

"You might not be able to come over as often, either."

"I know. We'll make it work." Anakin put his arms around his wife and kissed her on the mouth. "Those two seem to have really taken a shine to you quickly," he added.

"I have a way with men," Padmé said knowingly.

Anakin chuckled. "I'm sure they wish they were ten years older so they'd at least have a shot with you."

Padmé glanced down at that. "Yeah…"

Anakin let go of his wife and stepped away. "I've got to go, but I'll see you tonight when I bring Tom and Wes over to move in."

"Okay, see you then."

Anakin then left Padmé's office and she finally got a moment to think. Her mind was processing so many conflicting thoughts right now. She was going to be the mother to two young boys. Not only that, but she had already sucked their cocks. This was going to be a strange mother/son dynamic.

Padmé thought back to her own mother, and how hands-on she Jobal had been with her daughters. The Naberrie girls had turned out fine, hadn’t they? Going by Naboo standards, maybe her own motherhood wasn't off to such a bad start after all.

THE END




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Leia's Motherly Touch Part 2: A Tongue Lashing

Leia's Motherly Touch, Part 2:
A Tongue Lashing
by Pyro & Das Flute

Day 1:

Anakin returned to his bedroom, his cock already aching again after having just received the most intense sexual experience of his life – and with his mother, no less.  Leia Organa Solo, both the feisty and busty Chief of State of the New Republic and his mother, had just giving him the most wanton and exuberant handjob he could have ever imagined.  And he could imagine quite a bit.  Not even in his father’s dirtiest holovids with the sluttiest girls on Adarlon had he seen a woman succumb so totally to lust as his mother had just a few moments ago. 

His exceptionally large cock no doubt had been a large factor in that.  It was as if a switch had been flicked in his mother’s mind the moment she saw it.  Anakin felt a bit conflicted, to say the least.  She was his mother, and it was just disturbing to consider that.  But then again, she was so… hot.  Her body so enticing, her breasts so large, and her ass so taut.

The thirteen-year-old boy shook his head, and hopped onto his mattress.  He didn’t know what to think, and the fact he had two weeks of ‘sample collecting’ ahead of him was even more overwhelming.  Anakin took a deep breath.  Today was the end of day one. There were still thirteen to go, and he was sure they were going to be very, very interesting.

Day 2:

Leia looked at herself in the mirror and groaned.  What in the blazes had she done?  She rolled her eyes and slumped her head in shame.  It was early morning at the Solos' apartment and she was getting ready to go to the Imperial Palace.  She had duties to perform as the Chief of State.

Try as she might to put aside her behavior last night and focus on today's tasks, she couldn't.  Especially when confronted with her responsibility to get another sample from Anakin again.

"Oh baby, I want to suck your cock so bad…" Leia repeated slowly, processing each word in detail.  Had she really said that?  Or was it just in her mind?  Maybe she had only said it internally.  She wasn't sure.  Her mind was totally consumed with lust.  Either way, she had wanted to suck on her son’s cock, but thankfully had resisted.

At least Anakin had… enjoyed himself as well, and it not only because of her indiscretion.  He was as much to blame.  Leia sighed.  Of course, she could hardly blame her thirteen-year-old son.  He was no doubt overwhelmed and confused, especially given his own pent-up hormones and lack of romantic experience thanks to his puritanical girlfriend Tahiri.  She had acted far outside the bounds of decency, for any woman her age and doubly so for a mother.

Leia weighed her options.  She could talk to Anakin about it and hopefully put this aside, and in time they could once more be as a normal mother and child.  Or she could ignore it, which might spare some further embarrassment for both of them.

Standing up straight, the matured, shapely woman looked into her reflection, her eyes descending down her body.  She did have to admit, she had never looked better.  Her use of la’twah and other Force techniques had done an excellent job of keeping her youthful, even without the advanced de-aging healthcare services provided to her as the Chief of State. No wonder the poor kid had it hard up for her.

Leia bit her lower lip as she thought of Anakin and his huge cock again.  She could hardly believe it was real.  If any other man had a dick like that in her home, she'd be riding it night and day.  Her continuing indiscretions with Chewbacca were evidence enough of that. But this was her son – her youngest son, no less.

"Oh Leia," she said to herself.  There was no changing herself at this point.  She'd just have to try to cope.

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Anakin had spent most of the day in his room.  He didn't want to see his mother – though knew he would have to face her when she came for his "sample", and he was dreading it.  Maybe she would just leave him be, just ignore the orders of Doctor Tescia Masdi, and they could go on with their lives as if yesterday had never happened.

Though if he was honest with himself, Anakin had to admit that a part of him didn't truly want that.  A part of him wanted his mother to show up at his door and take his cock into her grasp and beat him off again.

The young teen had been trying to study some of his notes and holobooks on the Arixi Sisterhood and ancient Jedi courtship rituals, but found concentrating especially difficult.  He had felt an intense urge to masturbate throughout the day, but he had so far resisted. It was a feeling the normally-chaste young man wasn’t used to experiencing. He wanted to try and separate himself from his sexual desires, to force out his lust for his mother.  But it seemed to only grow stronger as the day went on.  Finally, as he neared his breaking point in the late afternoon, there was a knock on his door.  He knew who it was; he could feel his mother's presence through the Force.  He had been waiting for this meeting all day, and now it was time.

Anakin got up from bed and walked toward the door.  He was dressed in pants and a simple white t-shirt.  He had never bothered to put on shoes or even comb his hair today.  He touched the switch for the door and it slid up and open.  His mother stood there, dressed in a long green gown and that gripped her body.  Dark stripes ran vertically, accentuating her curves.  The top of her gown was low cut, her breasts bulging out of the too-tight top.

"Hi Mom," Anakin said hoarsely, his eyes running up her body and his blood running to groin.

Leia gulped, equally nervous about this moment.  She scanned his body, quickly looking toward his crotch to see if she could make out its huge length and girth.  She could see it pressing slightly against his pants.  Oh Aria, there it is, Leia thought to herself.

Anakin's heart skipped, hearing her inner dialogue through their Force bond.  His cock grew several more centimeters. 

“Hi Ani,” Leia said, as her eyes darted back and forth for a moment, from her son’s eyes to crotch, noticing its expansion.   Oh, it's getting bigger…

"Do you need something?"  Anakin coughed out, trying to contain a quickly escalating situation.

"Oh yes, honey.  I, um, wanted to talk for a moment…"  Leia tried to clear her mind and focus.  "May I come in?"

Anakin stepped away and his mother followed him in.  He sat down on his bed while she pulled up a chair before him and plopped down, her heavy bosom bouncing slightly as she came to a rest.

Leia started talking immediately, as if she had thought this through beforehand.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night." She gulped. "It was very inappropriate and it won't happen again."  Leia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

"Oh." Anakin was a bit taken aback by her bluntness.  He also felt a strong sense of disappointment.  He looked down and then back to his mother, gauging her expression and then reading deeper.  He could feel her slowly-simmering lust, her conflicted desires just beneath the surface.  He could tell that she said what she did merely because she felt that she had to, not because she actually felt that way.

Anakin reached for his crotch and started to rub his cock through his pants.  "I was… just thinking about last night, actually."  He kept watching his mother, how her eyes grew in anticipation. Even her nipples visibly hardened through her dress.  He didn't need to read her thoughts to know her true feelings. "I’m just a little… confused.  I was told it’s wrong to pleasure yourself, that you shouldn’t give in to lust.  But Doctor Masdi says I have to masturbate regularly now.  I mean…”  Anakin sighed, knowing this next part would be especially awkward, “It seems like it would be less lustful, less… self-abusive, as Master Sunrider put it in her Exis Reform proclamations, if someone else did it for me," he continued.

Leia mind replayed the previous night and her ravenous appetite for her son’s dick.  She couldn’t imagine a more lustful situation than that one, but it did spare Anakin having to ‘abuse’ himself, as he had put it.  I should really talk with Luke about what he’s teaching those students of his. "I understand what you’re saying, but-"

"The doctor said you should help me if necessary," Anakin interrupted.

Leia hesitated, thinking back on Doctor Masdi's words.  The Ferroan hadn’t explicitly told her to…but hadn’t forbidden it, either.

Anakin decided to press his luck.  He desperately wanted to get off but he didn’t know what he should be doing about it.  Was it wrong to masturbate?  Was it worse to have your mother do it for you?  What about jerking off in front of your mother?  Maybe that kept it from being purely carnal, somehow.  All he knew was that Tahiri would frown on all of it…and still not help him.

The boy then opened his pants.  Leia gasped but didn't protest.  Her son stood up and pulled out his semi-erect cock, dangling it in front of her face just a few centimeters away.  "I just don’t know what to do.  You say the holoporns are bad and I shouldn’t watch them, but it’s hard to do it without them."

That was a bit of a fib on Anakin’s part; he could have beaten off right here just thinking about last night, but he didn’t want to admit it.

"Oh… I'm sorry." Leia swallowed and looked up at her son as his huge dick hovered near her face.  She didn’t pull back, and Anakin could feel her breath on his soft skin.  It reminded him of last night.  That thought made him harder and his dick bounced upward, gently slapping Leia on the chin.

"Oh!" Leia gasped.  Her left hand reflexively grabbed his dick and pulled it away.  She looked at it in her hand, her fingers not loosening her grip but instead starting to stroke it.

"Could you help me out a little?" Anakin asked impishly.

Leia focused her mind and was able to clear her thoughts.  She now had a little more control over herself than last night, thankfully.

"Why don't you try again yourself, honey?" she suggested, letting go of his dick.  "Practice makes perfect, after all. I'll…. just watch."

Anakin felt a mix of disappointment and relief in a way he couldn’t explain.  At least if his mother encourages him to jerk off it wouldn’t be wrong.  He couldn’t be acting against the Jedi Code that way, could he?

The teen sat back down on the bed, gripping his dick and immediately starting to stroke it.  Leia watched with anticipation and carnal fascination.

"Is this okay, Mom?"  Anakin asked coyly.  He wanted to hear encouragement but also wanted to know he wasn’t getting in trouble.

"Oh yes, honey, you're doing a great job," Leia affirmed, leaning forward in her seat, licking her lips.

After a few minutes of stroking his cock up and down and awkward, extended silences Anakin said at last, "It’s so long… it’s like a lot of work to do this.  My arm gets tired."  Anakin had his eyes locked onto his mother's breasts and cleavage as he stroked his forty centimeter dong up and down with his right hand.

"It is really big, baby.  I bet it takes a lot of work to get you off." Leia's voice was lower and her breathing a little heavier.  "Why don’t you use both hands, together?  That might make it easier."

"Yeah?"  Anakin liked to hear her suggestion, he liked that she was getting into it.  He was doing this for her, not for himself, at least not completely, so it couldn’t count totally as self-abuse.  The thirteen year old then gripped his cock with both hands and started to pump it up and down.

"Yeah, that's it." Leia was getting a little enthusiastic and she had to remind herself to stay dethatched and not give in to lust.  But at least I’m not doing it myself, she thought.

"Oh, mom, I'm cumming!"  Anakin shouted and started to jizz heavy gobs of cum.  Leia acted quickly and pulled out a container she had been carrying in her pocket and put it at the end of her son's cock.  Several streams of cum splashed inside it and over the edges.  Her delicate hands, nails painted white, were dashed with a few strands of her son’s semen.  She pulled the container away as Anakin's orgasm subsided and his cock stopped ejaculating.

Leia took her seat and held up the container, admiring how full it was.  "Excellent job, honey.  That's an impressive load."  Especially after last night, she thought.

Anakin was leaning back on one arm, out of breath.  "Thanks, mom." He gulped, his mouth dry.  "Thanks a lot!"

"Happy to help, Ani."  Leia stood up to leave, the container of semen in her right hand, which was likewise splattered.  She walked to the door and pressed it open, stepping outside.  Leia turned and said, “Dinner will be in an hour honey, we’re having spiceloaf.”

“Oh great, I love spiceloaf!” Anakin said happily as he tucked away his limp penis.  He noticed his mother’s hand dripping with his cum.

Leia smiled and then walked away.  A few paces down the hall she exchanged the semen container between hands and sniffed the cum on her fingers.  A pang of hot desire shot through her body and she knew this was going to be a very difficult two weeks.

Day 3:

Leia stood inside her bedroom’s long walk-in closet, looking over her selection of official and personal gowns.  Most were based on old designs and traditions.  Almost all were stifling and confining.  Now she had some time off, she could wear something more comfortable.  Something that let her body breathe a little, and maybe show off a bit too.  Why not?  she thought. I have a killer body with boobs to die for. I should enjoy it a while I still have it

Leia slipped on a simple white gown, a VanTurk design with a long skirt slit at opposite sides up to her hips.  It was sexy and revealing, especially the plunging neckline.  But the Chief of State hadn’t worn it before and she didn’t know when she’d get the chance.  It was a little too revealing to wear out in public, especially with her large breasts being put on such prominent display.  Han was often a bit self-conscious about his wife’s body and didn’t like her attracting attention to it.  But he was gone for the time being and she might as well indulge a little.  If her husband didn’t appreciate her taste in clothing, she imagined their youngest son would.

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Anakin was lying in bed, something he had been doing a lot of recently.  He had much on his mind and he could feel Leia’s presence approaching.  He knew what she was going to ask to him to do, and surprisingly for him he wasn’t dreading it as much today.

The door to his room slid open and he looked over at his finely aged mother and her curvaceous yet very fit body.  Her breasts were overflowing from her white dress, one that looked like it harkened back to her days as an Imperial senator.

“Wow,” he said, not hiding his appreciation for her body.  As the days had gone by he found himself growing more and more attracted to his mother’s mature, curvaceous form.  He had been growing tired of the petite and flat body of peers recently anyhow. Besides Tahiri, he had also fooled around with the fellow Junior Jedi Knight Klin-Fa Gi. Klin-Fa didn’t follow with the strict Old Jedi codes of conduct, which made her far more fun than Tahiri, but she was still rather skinny…and flat. When it came to any of the older and more developed Jedi girls, like Sheyne or Ta’tan’ia, Anakin could just forget about it.

“Oh,” Leia smiled, appreciating her son’s response.  “I thought I’d try this on for dinner tonight.  It’s something that’s been sitting in my closet for years.”  Her right hand ascended her body, feeling her hips and then stomach, finally resting under one of her breasts.  She hefted it, pushing it out of her gown slightly.

Anakin gulped and after a slight hesitation he began to rub his crotch.  He knew what he had to do, despite the reservations he had.  The Jedi Code ran through his mind over and over again and he knew this to be wrong and indecent.  And not merely from the Jedi standpoint; what would anyone else think of his relationship with his own mother?  On some worlds, like the remoter areas of Naboo or old Alderaan, but this was the center of Coruscant, heart of the galaxy. Things were different here, and this was the society Anakin had been raised in. On an intellectual level, he thought that this was kind of gross and creepy… but his body held a different opinion on the matter.

Leia cleared her throat, feeling things heating up as she watched her son rub his aching groin.

“All right, Ani, you might as well get started,” Leia said, trying to sound confident to put her son at ease.

The thirteen year old boy got up and walked around to meet his mother.  His eyes were locked on her breasts and she could feel his breath on them.  He back to untie his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock.  She could tell he wanted to feel her bosom, but resisted the temptation.  “Now take a seat, Ani,” she said to him, keeping her son at bay.

Anakin was disappointed but sat down again on his bed, his pants at his ankles as he started to stroke his cock.

Leia moved closer to him and stood next to her son, hand on his shoulder as she gazed down at his massive organ.  Anakin looked up at her, eyes locked onto her boobs, peering into her cleavage.

“I guess you really like this dress, huh?”  Leia joked, feeling a little self-conscious.  She wasn’t sure what to make of her son so blatantly lusting after her.

“Yeah, mom,” he responded quickly.

Leia swallowed and looked around her for some place to sit.  She didn’t want to sit next to him while he masturbated, fearing that he might pounce on her or do something else they would both regret.  Finding a chair against a wall, she pulled it out in front of her son and sat down to watch.

Anakin kept jerking himself off, eyeing his mother’s without any attempt at concealing his desire for her body.  Leia felt herself feeding off her son’s lust and she leaned forward, arms crossed, pressing her breasts together.  “How are you doing, honey?” she asked, almost shy about it.

Anakin just grunted in response as he beat his cock harder and harder.

Leia licked her dry lips and watched as both his hands worked up and down his long shaft.  Anakin didn’t need to read her thoughts to know what she hungered for.  The intent look in her eyes and her wanton focus on his cock told him as much as any reading of her thoughts could.  Anakin couldn’t take it.

“Oh damn!” Anakin grunted and then his cock began to spray load after load of cum.  He deliberately aimed outward, splashing his hot load onto his mother’s cleavage.

“Ani!” Leia yelped in response.

He couldn’t help himself and after three thick shots coating her cleavage, he aimed higher, and another load dashed across her face, nearly hitting her in the eye.

Anakin let out a groan as he came down from his orgasmic high and looked over at his mother, laced with his semen.  She wasn’t very happy about it.

“Now see here, Anakin.  Don’t you dare do that again!”  She pointed at him sternly. “Do you understand me?”

Anakin was too dizzy to read her mind but he imagined she was secretly thrilled at being cummed on.  She loved sex more than any woman he’d ever heard of and knew about her bukkake sessions in the Senate, or on ‘diplomatic missions’ to worlds like Naboo or Kashyyyk.  “I’m sorry, Mom,” Anakin apologized, even as his eyes followed a glob of semen drip down into the valley between her breasts.

With that Leia stood up and marched out of the door.  Anakin felt himself getting hard again as he thought of how hot his mom looked covered with his cum.  But he resisted the temptation.  He needed to stay honest and within the code of the Jedi.  He needed to save himself for his mother; after all, she seemed to appreciate it.

Day 4:

Leia paced back and forth in her private office, a small personal space in her family’s Orowood Tower penthouse where she could work alone and focus on her job, even when she was away from the Senate.  The Chief of State had been reviewing a report from Senator Reise Masdi – husband of the doctor – on the crisis surrounding Mage Orloc and the radical Second Imperium group, when there was a knock on the entrance.  She assumed it was Anakin, and pressed a button on her desk, the door sliding up into the ceiling.  She saw her young son standing there, looking a bit sheepish.  Immediately she could feel tension in the air.  Her son was still a bit hurt from being yelled at by her yesterday.

“Hi Ani,” Leia said. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, umm…” Anakin walked into the square room, dimly lit with holobookshelves filling each wall, lined with datapads and records of galactic history and Rebel politics. The Official History of the Rebellion, The Essential Chronology, All the Chancellor’s Sentients

“Is everything all right?” Leia asked, guessing he was going to apologize for yesterday.

“I’m… I’m sorry mom, about what I did...”  The boy gulped. “I didn’t mean to shoot my cum onto you.”

Leia laughed inwardly. What an odd thing to apologize to a mother for!

“It’s okay, honey.” Leia put down her datapad and walked closer to Anakin, meeting him near the doorway.  “I lost my temper too and shouldn’t have gotten so angry with you.”

She embraced her son, who limply hugged her back.

“Do you think… I could shoot my cum onto you again sometime?”  Anakin asked meekly.

Leia stepped back, holding her son at arm’s length.  “Now Anakin, that isn’t really what we’re doing this for. We’re collecting samples for your doctor.”

“I know… but it was really fun, mom,” Anakin admitted.  “Did you like it too?”  Still troubled by how sexual he had been acting lately and how forbidden such things could be for a Jedi, the boy was looking for some confirmation that what he did was right. He didn’t want to start down the dark path by giving in to lust.  But if his mother was there to help him, and join him in, perhaps he wasn’t acting so improper. 

Leia gulped. “Well…. It’s good we’re spending time together… and I’m glad I can help you with your… problem.”

Anakin slumped his head.  “I wanted to talk to you about that… I don’t know… I don’t think I’m supposed to be… masturbating.  Like, at all.  Isn’t it against the Jedi Code?”  Anakin asked, a look of genuine concern on his face.

Leia gave him a faint, sympathetic smile.  “You don’t need to worry about it, honey.  Everyone does it, boys and girls alike.  Doctor Masdi has seen both of your siblings do it in their checkups. And with a cock as big as yours, I’m sure it needs a good workout regularly.”  She tried for a bit of levity, talking a bit trashy to try and connect with her son.

Anakin smiled back at her and she noticed his hand adjusting his crotch.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake him up?” Leia joked.

Her son just rolled her eyes. “But besides that, doing it in front of you every day… it’s...”  Anakin continued.

“Would you like it better if I weren’t there?”  Leia asked. “I could have Threepio come back from Yavin early so he could observe you instead…”

“No!” Anakin hastily – and strongly – objected. “No! No, definitely not… I mean… remember the first night we did it?  When you helped out?  Could you do that again?”

“Anakin…” Leia said disapprovingly.

Anakin looked dejected and depressed and stepped past his mother, moving toward her desk, keeping his back to her.  “One time I saw in this holovid a Zygerrian girl jerking off a Trandoshan guy into her mouth and-”

Leia gawked at what her son was implying.  “Anakin!  Why are bringing up such filthy things?” Han really needs to start hiding his collection better… Even worse, Leia knew all too well which of her husband’s holoporns Anakin was referring to, the Lucin Syndicate’s Thradovrassk Unchained. Ever since Han had met the female Zygerrian Hasta at the Outlander Club a year before the Battle of Yavin, Han had had an appreciation for the species. Two months after the Battle of Yavin, Han and Chewbacca had gone undercover on a mission to Coruscant for the Rebellion, and Leia had often suspected that their protracted stay on the Imperial capitol had been due to Han trying to get back in touch with Hasta.

“Well…”

Leia was snapped back into the present by the sound of her son’s voice. For his part, Anakin was a bit confused and embarrassed, he felt like he had gone too far.  He rubbed the back of his head.  “Sorry, maybe I should go.”

Leia sighed. This was a confusing relationship, on several levels.  “No, it’s all right.” She held out her hand and put it on her son’s shoulder as he started to move toward the exit. “Are you saying you want me to do that for you?”  Leia continued.  She had put this all on her son, even after she crossed that line several nights ago, and since then she had made her youngest boy carry all the weight of this difficult task.  It was time she stepped up and shouldered some of it.

“Uh…” Anakin muttered.

“Why don’t you take it out for me?” Leia asked, her eyes descending to his crotch.

Leia squatted on the ground in front of her son as he fumbled with his pants.  He pulled out his giant member, semi erect and impressive as always.

Leia grinned as she saw it. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing such an enormous cock on my little boy.”

Anakin started to stroke his cock quickly, eyes locked with his mother’s as she looked up at him, his dick so near her face.  He could smell something in the air, and then sensed through the Force that his mother was touching herself, rubbing her pussy through her thin panties under her dress with her left hand. She reached up with her right and grasped his member.

“Let me help you out, Anakin,” she said seductively, hinting at a bit of eagerness. Leia gripped his cock tightly in her hand, making a smooth stroke down its length.  The dick grew quickly to full size, extending outward and rubbing up against her neck and face.  She exhaled as she felt the warm touch against her and turned her face, rubbing her lips over the soft skin.

Her hand worked the shaft up and down steadily as she passed her mouth over the dick.  Her eyes closed as she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, gently grazing its surface, tracing an engorged vein.

“Oh mom….”

Leia brought out her other hand, fingers wet and sticky, her panties already soaked through.  She placed it on the cock as well, both hands ready to work in unison as they slowly moved up and down, squeezing tightly, her vaginal juices working as natural lubricant.  Leia held her face away from the tip and breathed hot air onto the tip.  She looked up at her son, her mouth agape as she was growing hungry.

Forgoing the tip, Leia moved her face down the shaft and stuck out her tongue slightly, sliding it along the soft skin of her son’s enormous cock. 

“How does that feel, Ani?”

“Fuck- I mean-!”

“Anakin Solo!”  Leia pulled back quickly and snapped at her son. “Watch your language!  I won’t have you talking that way in this household!”

“Sorry, mom…”  Anakin frowned.

“All right, just watch it, or you won’t be getting your dick anywhere near my mouth again,” she said sternly. Satisfied at her unique method of enforcing decorum, Leia then resumed her licking of her son’s dick, growing bolder as she stuck out her tongue more and more, lapping up the surface of his thick rod.  Her right hand descended to her boy’s scrotum and she gently cupped his large bulbs of semen.

“Feels like your sack could use a tongue bath, honey,” Leia commented, as she lifted up the long dick and moved her face in closer, stretching out her tongue as she began to lick and slather up the juicy orbs with her saliva.

“Your fat balls feel loaded with cum, baby.  Do you want to shoot your load into mommy’s mouth?”

“Yeah mom!  I want to cum in your mouth!”  Anakin said, almost panting.

Leia licked her way back up the cock, finally approaching the tip, which she had been neglecting.  The increasingly-horny mother swirled her tongue around the fat, puffy crown and then dug into the opening at the end as she impatiently waited for her treat.

“Oh by the force, mother, you’re amazing at this.” Anakin groaned.

“I know.  Ready to cum in my mouth?”  Leia asked, both hands jacking her son’s rod hard up and down.

“Yeah!” Anakin barked, her encouragement was enough to finish him off, “Crap, I’m cumming mom!  I’m cumming!”

Leia held her face just centimeters from her son’s cock and gasped as the first blast of jizz sprayed her face.  Her hands working harder and harder on the shaft as more and more loads blasted out into her waiting mouth and across her cheeks.

Anakin groaned loudly as he came, and Leia likewise moaned as she was hosed with her son’s spunk.  She felt incredibly turned on, experiencing her own mild orgasm at the same time, as if through some form of psychic feedback.  Her face dripped with jizz as the spurts kept cumming, a small puddle forming on the floor.  She had to close her eyes as it splashed against her cheeks.  The force of cumshots was something to be reckoned with it, Leia thought.

Her son felt dizzy, and so did she.  “Oh Ani, that was amazing!”  Leia said as she fingered dollops of cum from her face, licking her fingers clean.

Ani shuddered as he finished ejaculating and then stumbled backwards a few steps, finding a chair to balance himself.   Leia swallowed down the load of cum in her mouth and fed herself a bit more as it dripped off her face.  As Leia finished gulping down semen she realized she hadn’t saved any samples for today’s collection.

“Oh darn it,” she said. “I didn’t save any for Doctor Masdi.” She looked at her son and his cock bouncing before her. “Think you’ll some more for me later?”  Leia asked with a grin.

Day 5:

The next morning, Leia knocked on Anakin’s door. “Ani?” she asked. “Are you up yet?” It was still early in the morning, but her youngest child was always her most studious and perfunctory. Jacen would always lounge about, watching nature holodramas and more recently beginning to try and clandestinely chew Tatooinian cacti for a quick high, while Jaina was always nose-deep in Droid Works issues. Anakin, however, could always be counted on to be up with the rising of Coruscant Prime, even without Threepio or Minan waking him.

But of course, neither of them were here now, and Anakin was on vacation from the Academy. And it was still rather early – which was why Leia was knocking on the door at the moment. She had talked on the HoloNet with Doctor Masdi the night prior, about her difficulty in gathering the samples from Anakin. Tescia had suggested a technique that had apparently worked on some of her other young patients. She knocked gentle one more time, and then when there was still no reply, opened the door and went in.

Leia was wearing a Fre’drix of Bespin gown especially for the task. A mix of brown septsilk and white hisp-silk, there were several gauzy transparent segments, as well as plenty of open slits for her bare limbs to show through, held open by aurodium clasps. She wore an emeraud choker around her neck, and her hair was done up in elaborate Naboo-inspired braids. In one hand was one of the plastex sample cups, and in the other was a small bottle of nikkle nut oil.

Inside his room, Anakin was still asleep in bed, lying on his back beneath the thin white Euadranian silk sheets. Leia wondered what he was dreaming about. He had a very serene expression on his face…and a massive erection standing straight up. That was the advice the doctor had given – when it doubt, go for the morning wood.

Leia would have to work quickly, though. Pulling the sheets down, she undid the buttons on the fly of Anakin’s pajama bottoms. His cock instantly snapped up to attention, pointing almost straight up. Leia smiled. It looked like at least one part of her little trooper was wide awake…and whether the rest of him was awake or not, Leia knew one thing that was guaranteed to get a result.

Pulling the bodice of her dress down, Leia let her breasts bob free. Taking the bottle of nikkle nut oil, she squirted it over each orb, shivering slightly at the coolness of the slick liquid. Rubbing her mammaries to warm them up, she then bent over. Now here’s the tricky part, Leia said to herself, separating her breasts so Anakin’s cock would fit between them. Perfect! I guess all those times spent piloting X-wings back in Gray Squadron paid off

Leia began to heave her breasts up and down, pumping them to either side of her son’s massive cock. Anakin stirred slightly in his slumber, but other than a faint smile coming to his mouth, he didn’t seem to change. For her part, Leia was feeling more than enough flustered for both of them. A strange heat was washing over her, like the excitement and the raw sexual energy she had felt as a young teenager herself, sneaking into Winter’s room in the Aldera Palace at night or preparing to meet Eril, her ceremonial suitor.

It was wrong to think of Anakin in this way, as one of her childhood sexual romances – even more wrong than everything else she had already done with him already over the past few days – but she just couldn’t get it out of her head. In her mind, he was a teenaged lover on Alderaan, a scion of one of the other noble houses, someone like her childhood friend Banfell Girard. It was like she was getting carried away in a wave of adolescent hormones. And like any pair of teenaged lovers were wont to do, Leia just couldn’t help herself, until…

“Oh, spast!” she muttered, as Anakin’s large cock stiffened, then shot its load over her chest. The sample container was sitting on the other side of the bed, well outside of her arm’s reach. But even with the knowledge that she had ruined her chance at getting the day’s sample, she couldn’t help but have a big smile on her face, as she felt her son’s warm seed on her. Oh well, she thought to herself, as she stuffed her boobs back into her dress, and prepared to return to her part of the apartment for a hydroshower. At least Anakin wasn’t awake to see how much I enjoyed that. And maybe getting him so drained before he wakes up will put him in a better mood for the rest of the day

Replacing her son’s pajamas and sheets, and gathering the lubricant oil and empty sample container, Leia made her way out of the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind his retreating mother, Anakin opened his eyes. Still lying down in bed, he laced his hands behind his head, and smiled. It seemed like his attempts at controlling the Force feedback loop he shared with his mother had gone well. Not that he was trying to cut off the loop, that was – quite the opposite. Mistress Tionne and Master Ikrit at the Academy would be proud…not that he could ever tell them about it, of course.

Still, his studying of that aspect of his developing Jedi powers would no doubt make the rest of his ‘vacation’ with Leia go by much faster. And perhaps would have other benefits as well, once he returned to the Academy. Well, in any case, he thought, like Uncle Luke always says – ‘practice makes perfect’

TO BE CONTINUED…



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