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