#61
Evelyn stepped into the office with her signature quiet confidence, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor, each step a subtle rhythm that echoed her poised demeanor.
The air hung cool and inviting, laced with the rich scent of aged leather from the executive chairs and a faint, electric ozone hum from the advanced tech seamlessly embedded in the walls—holographic interfaces and surveillance nodes showing different targets- all of which were men under strict protection.
Hearing her arrival, an older woman looked up from her expansive desk, her piercing emerald eyes—framed by long, dark lashes—softening just a fraction as they landed on the maid.
None other than one of the highest personnel in the Male Protection Agency, known simply as the Director- the acting President, and at the same time, the current executive Director of the Agency tasked with protecting all men in the country; Valeria Standhouse.
At thirty-eight, Valeria was the epitome of predatory elegance: tall and curvaceous, with raven hair cascading in loose waves down her back, full lips painted a deep crimson that promised both command and indulgence.
Her tailored black blouse hugged her ample breasts, the top buttons strategically undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lace bra, while her pencil skirt rode high on her toned thighs, crossed elegantly beneath the desk.
“Evelyn,” Valeria called out, her voice a sultry velvet drawl as she gestured languidly to the plush leather chair opposite her. “Right on time, as always. Tell me, how’s our prized asset faring these days?”
“My Master is thriving, Director—fit, energetic, and ever the generous provider,” Evelyn replied with a proud lilt, her posture straight and unyielding.
Valeria’s lips curved into a predatory smile, her tongue darting out to wet the corner of her mouth.
“Wonderful. I trust he’s delivering those… exemplary results we’ve come to expect.”
“Exceeding them, as always,” Evelyn affirmed, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement.
She settled into the seat with graceful ease, placing a sleek black fob on the desk—a compact device brimming with encrypted footage from the manor’s hidden cams.
“I’ve compiled the highlights from the household activities. Visual aids included, per your standing request.”
“Now that’s the kind of efficiency I adore,” Valeria murmured, leaning forward slightly, her cleavage deepening as she activated the holographic projector with a casual wave of her manicured hand.
The device synced instantly, projecting a shimmering cascade of light into the air between them, transforming the office into a private theater.
The first clip materialized in crisp, high-definition glory: a sun-drenched bedroom, the camera feed angled discreetly from an ornate vanity mirror, capturing every intimate detail without intrusion.
The protection target, and Evelyn’s current Master, William Grant, stood nude by his bed, his cock already swelling to half-mast, thick and veined, jutting proudly from his trimmed groin. His mother, Allison Grant, knelt before him.
Her silk nightgown had been hiked up to her waist, baring her heavy, pendulous breasts with rosy nipples already pebbled hard, and the soft swell of her hips framing her neatly groomed pussy.
“This was just yesterday morning,” Evelyn narrated casually, her tone light and conversational, as if recounting a mundane routine. “Mrs. Allison initiated before breakfast.”
On the hologram, Allison’s hands encircled her son’s shaft, her fingers stroking from the swollen base to the flared tip with firm, loving squeezes.
She leaned in, her full lips parting as her tongue extended in a long, deliberate lick along the underside, tracing the prominent vein from balls to head. William’s breath hitched, his abs tightening as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown, lapping up the first bead of pre-cum like it was nectar.
“Mmm, you taste so fresh this morning, baby,”
Allison cooed on screen, her voice husky with need. She engulfed the head fully then, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with rhythmic pulls, her head bobbing slowly at first, taking him deeper with each pass.
Saliva slicked his length, dripping down to coat her knuckles as she pumped the base in sync. William groaned low, his fingers weaving into her hair, not forcing but guiding, his hips rocking gently into her warm mouth.
Valeria shifted in her chair, her thighs parting instinctively as heat bloomed between her legs.
She watched, transfixed, her pulse quickening at the raw intimacy—the way Allison’s throat bulged slightly as she deep-throated him, gagging softly but persisting, eyes watering with devotion. Her own pussy throbbed in response, a damp ache building as she imagined that skilled mouth on her.
Her hand drifted downward almost unconsciously, fingers tracing the seam of her skirt before slipping beneath, brushing the lace of her panties where a wet spot was already forming.
The hologram suddenly shifted as William tugged his mother to her feet, spinning her around and pressing her forward onto the mattress.
Naturally, Allison complied eagerly, arching her back to present her ass, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening, folds parting to reveal the pink entrance, weeping arousal. William gripped his slick cock, rubbing the head along her slit teasingly before aligning and thrusting in with one smooth, deep stroke.
Valeria watched as Allison gasped as her son filled her completely, his balls nestling against her clit.
“Oh, yes, my sweet boy… just like that. Fuck Mommy’s pussy,” she moaned, pushing back to meet him.
They started slow, passionate—William’s hips rolling in languid circles, grinding deep while they kissed over her shoulder, tongues tangling wetly.
Amazing…
Valeria thought as her eyes locked into the intense coupling of mother and son. Even more when the boy’s thrusts turned ferocious, his hips pistoning with raw power, the wet smack of his balls against her clit echoing through the speakers. His mother’s moans escalated, loud and unrestrained, her breasts swaying with each impact, nipples grazing the sheets.
“Harder, darling! Give it to me—fill Mommy up with your hot cum!”
How I wish I could say that even once…
Valeria’s breath came in shallow pants now, her fingers delving deeper under her skirt. She’d hiked the fabric up to her waist, legs splayed wide on the chair, exposing her black lace thong, soaked through with her juices. Her free hand cupped one full breast through her blouse, pinching the nipple as she rubbed firm circles over her clit.
The sight of William’s cock plunging in and out—shiny with his mother’s cream, stretching her wide—pushed her arousal to a fever pitch. Her womb clenched with envy, imagining that young, virile shaft claiming her instead.
“…Master William had made it routine to cum inside her every morning… of course, as Mrs. Allison’s request,” Evelyn said.
Her expression remained smiling despite watching the Director shagging her own cunt with her fingers in front of her, a sight unbefitting of someone of her status. But she didn’t care. Neither did the Director.
On screen, William’s pace faltered, his groans deepening as he gripped his mother’s hips bruisingly.
“Fuck, Mom… take it all,” he growled, burying himself to the hilt and unleashing thick ropes of cum deep into her core. He held there, grinding as he emptied his balls, her pussy milking every spurt until it overflowed, creamy rivulets trickling down her thighs.
The erotic display shattered Valeria’s restraint. Her back arched off the chair, a throaty cry spilling from her lips as her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her fingers plunged into her sopping pussy, two digits curling against her G-spot while her thumb assaulted her clit, juices squirting lightly onto the leather seat.
Waves of pleasure crashed through her, her breasts heaving, nipples straining against the fabric as she rode out the bliss, eyes never leaving the hologram.
“Haah… haah… that’s exquisite,” Valeria gasped, slumping back with a satisfied smirk, her fingers glistening as she withdrew them. She licked them clean slowly, savoring her own tangy essence, her gaze hazy but commanding.
“… Although it would have been even better if Mrs. Grant were at least 10 years younger, to ensure that precious semen is not wasted.” Valeria took a deep breath, her back leaning against the chair.
Evelyn’s expression stayed serene, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the Director’s blatant self-pleasure—a display that would scandalize boardrooms but felt utterly routine here.
Without a word, she rose and circled the desk, crouching fluidly before Valeria. Her hands moved with practiced ease, grasping the hem of the Director’s skirt and inching it higher, then hooking her fingers into the waistband of those drenched panties.
Valeria didn’t flinch; if anything, her eyes darkened with renewed hunger, locked on the fading hologram as if Allison’s post-coital glow was still unfolding. She even lifted her hips cooperatively, aiding Evelyn’s efforts, her pussy bared now—shaved smooth, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking from its hood like a ripe berry. The cool office air kissed her heated folds, making her shiver.
“What was Allison Grant’s Fertility Index again?” she asked, her voice a low murmur, still captivated by the holographic display.
Evelyn thought for a moment before replying, “As of this year, Mrs. Grant’s Fertility Index is around 32%.”
This surprised Valeria. “Oh? Quite high for her age. I expected it to be only around 11-12%. But I guess, this is also why she can give birth to four children, one of the very few women to do so in the world.” She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. “Wait… if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t it only 28% at her last check-up?”
“Yes… But according to the results from the recent check-up, it was 32%.”
Valeria’s gaze sharpened. “…could there be a mistake?”
“No. We’ve run the tests three times to ensure legitimacy. The results are conclusive. The doctors even cross-referenced last year’s data. The only conclusion is that her fertility hasn’t just stabilized; it has actively increased.”
“How is that possible?!” Valeria stared, aghast, confused, and full of disbelief.
But Evelyn remained calm. While neatly folding the soaked fabric and setting it aside, she looked up at her director from her kneeling position.
“It’s not just the index, Director. Her uterine lining is exceptionally receptive, and her egg quality is remarkable for a woman in her late forties. The genetic markers we’ve tracked indicate a resilience that’s almost… anomalous. The change correlates directly with the increased frequency of her intimacy with Master William. The doctors theorize that her womb is reacting to his seed.”
“… Reacting? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Neither had they,” Evelyn admitted, her voice steady. “The doctors were just as surprised. There have been several documented mother-son pairings in our archives, but there’s nothing as peculiar as this. It’s as if Master William’s seed is actively rejuvenating his mother’s womb, tailoring it to its own needs.”
As she spoke, Evelyn produced a clean, scented handkerchief and began gently wiping Valeria’s drooling pussy with utmost care, her touch both clinical and intimate.
“But of course, that remains a theoretical hypothesis for now. More study is needed, and more data is required to reach a more accurate conclusion.”
“Hmm,” Valeria hummed, her gaze drifting back to the hologram where Allison was now being kissed tenderly by her son, his seed still nestled deep inside her. “That’s… a very intriguing assumption, indeed.”
Valeria finally tore her eyes from the screen, glancing down at Evelyn. A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips. “… So you’re saying her womb is reacting to his seed, and raising her fertility level?”
“Precisely,” Evelyn confirmed, her professional tone unwavering. “The doctors speculate that her body is so highly optimized for his specific genetic material that it’s awakening dormant cells to better accommodate him. The compatibility is off the charts. It’s a form of biological symbiosis we’ve never before documented.”
“That’s… that’s really illogical,” Valeria mused, “…but if it is true, then it’s good news. I guess there’s still a high chance she will conceive?”
“Yes. The doctors said her hope of conceiving again is far from being closed. But we can only draw a firm conclusion after her next check-up to see if the trend continues.”
Valeria’s gaze was a convoluted mess. Her beautiful expression was hard to read even for Evelyn. However, it wasn’t difficult for her to guess what her director was thinking. And her suspicions were steeled when she saw the older woman place a hand on her own stomach, rubbing it gently, almost unconsciously.
“…this rejuvenation you speak of,” Valeria began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Does it work on other women?”
“We don’t know yet. There’s not enough data to conclude.”
“Haven’t you checked the other women he’s come into contact with? I believe there are not a few older women in his rotation.”
“We have. But as of now, there has been no statistically significant change in their fertility indices.”
A flicker of unwillingness, of raw envy, appeared in Valeria’s eyes before it was gone the next moment, erased as if it were a lie.
“No, I guess that’s natural. After all, that’s but a fantasy. Even with today’s technology, there’s no method or cure to return a woman’s lost fertility. So how could it be done just because of a boy’s seed?”
“Director…” Evelyn started, sensing the dismissal.
“As for Mrs. Grant,” Valeria continued, her tone now full of practiced indifference, “…it must be what the doctors suggested—a unique connection between mother and son, a resonance of flesh and blood. Or perhaps it’s simply Mrs. Grant’s own exceptional vitality. Either way, it’s not advisable to believe in such fantasies.”
She met Evelyn’s gaze, her expression a mask of authority.
“However, this is still an intriguing study. Continue gathering information on this phenomenon. Report every detail to me, but keep it strictly confidential. Do not let out even a single word about this. Understood?”
“Yes, Director.” Evelyn didn’t even hesitate. After all, she too understood the monumental importance and potential effect of this phenomenon.
What if there really was something in William’s semen that could rejuvenate a dead womb’s fertility? It was basically fantasy, something out of a delusional novel.
But what if it wasn’t?
What if the key to reversing the most irreversible aspect of female biology was a boy’s semen? Specifically, William Grant’s semen.
If this is true… and even if it’s not, the moment the world knows about this, chaos will surely occur.
Master William might be targeted.
Should I double the guards?
Although there are already dozens of them, it doesn’t cost anything to be careful. After all, the implications were staggering, world-changing. And Valeria, for all her dismissive words, was clearly thinking the exact same thing.
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