Eternally Bound Pt. 04

"Mr. and Mrs. Monroe?" welcomed the taller of the two chaperons, pulling back the off-white curtain to reveal our cozy cabana. "Welcome to the rest of your lives," she said warmly.

The two beauties turned down our sheets, lighting several ornate candelabras before helping Mom out of her wedding dress. I couldn't help but notice that their long hair and leis were their only upper body coverings; I took special note of the way their bronzed skin seemed to glow in the candlelight. Mom and I were all silly grins, but we tried to be respectful as our hostesses seemed to take their job quite seriously. Their undressing of Mom was unrushed - almost ceremonial in many ways.

"In our ancient days, Hawaiian mothers and sons in royal families also shared their love in beautiful ceremonies like yours." The taller hostess spoke softly as she meticulously undid Mom's corset. "Some even said it was the highest honor for a young chief to earn the right to marry his mother."

The lovely beauties finished undressing Mom, letting her hair down to cascade about her golden shoulders. God, she looked absolutely amazing in that moment. They continued primping Mother for her wondrous wedding night, holding her robe as she slid her arms into it. The buxom chaperones then turned their attention to undressing me.

"Hmmm, a son that only has eyes for his mother," the shorter Hawaiian beauty noted as my tuxedo jacket came off. "A true man indeed."

They carefully hung my tuxedo jacket on a hanger and moved on to my trousers. Mom lay sprawled out on our bed with a cunning grin, observing my awkward dilemma of having a gorgeous young woman in front of me, on her knees of all places. Next she slid my boxers off, allowing my now rock-solid cock to bounce free.

"Oooooh my," whispered my chaperone as she gazed downward at my throbbing organ. "All for his mother."

I truly did, as she had said, only have eyes for my mother, but I could not hide how hot I found these beauties tending to me and my bride's needs.

"Now his wife," quietly added her co-worker. "As it should be."

"His mother did this to him," noted my spellbound hostess, slowly tracing the underside of my shaft with her fingertips.

A strong shudder of hope and anticipation rocked my body.

"And his mother shall do something about it," added the taller handmaiden as she helped tuck Mom under the sheets.

Then, as if on cue, our beautiful hostesses simultaneously stood up.

"Please ring the bell on your nightstand if you need anything," said the shorter woman. "Your pleasure is why we are here."

Mom and I thanked our lovely concierges. They both bowed in reply, stepping back out of our cabana. I stood at the foot of the bed, taking in the irrevocable truth that my loving mother now lay before me as my faithful wife. With the gentle winds around us, we could hear the crashing waves of the Pacific below. Every element of this moment was so exceptionally romantic.

"Finally," I grinned.

"Finally," replied mother in a tone I immediately recognized as her "come hither" expression. "And his mother shall do something about it," she quoted.

"I loved how she said that," I admitted.

"I know. Surreal, isn't it?"

I took a step toward her, kneeling on the bed as my cock pointed straight upward, ready and willing to consummate our marriage. Even in her white downy robe, the flare of Mother's big hips caught my eye.

"We did it," Mom said. "No going back."

"No going back," I reaffirmed as our eyes held their gaze. "Never."

Mom propped herself up on her elbow as her thin smile vanished.

"My God, you are the most beautiful man I have ever looked at," she said, staring right into my eyes.

Crawling up to meet me at the foot of the bed, Mom put her palms on my chest, slowly tracing my pecs and abdomen with her fingertips. I held still, trying to hold back the beast that had been caged for the past few weeks. I was so horny and ready to make love to my wife, but I could tell Mom wanted to draw this out.

"So perfect," she uttered under her breath. "Full, ample chest."

She leaned forward, lightly kissing my right bosom, laying out her tongue flat on my extended breast.

"Always wanted a big hunk," she muttered, running her tongue crosswise under my rib cage. "Powerful, muscular... like a god."

I closed my eyes, reveling in the sheer passion of Mother's body worship. She had never done anything so slowly and erotically meticulous before. I quickly reopened my eyes to see a look of deep intrigue on her face. Following the traces of her licking, she would plant a soft kiss or glaze my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes again, quietly thanking myself for all the hard work and effort I put in at the gym.

Mom used her other hand to caress the underside of my cock with her fingertip. Each touch would nearly bring me to my knees in overwhelming bliss. It had been nearly a month since we made love, and it felt like a lifetime.

"Come on," Mom whispered as she took my hand and led me outside to the stairs by the bluff.

Fully nude, I felt the crisp ocean air start to soften my erection as we hurried down the smooth volcanic rock of the stairway. It was dark but the white fabric of her robe helped me see her up ahead. Finally, we made it to the private beach where Mom dropped the robe from her shoulders, letting gravity take it to the sand. Now fully nude as well, Mother spun around, thrusting her mouth against mine with ravenous force. Urgency prevailed, silencing all deliberation and anxiety. My erection was quickly restored as I welcomed Mother's kiss with equal vigor. Our mouths open wide and pressed against each other, we were bursting with a passion that only a mother and son could comprehend.

"I have something to tell you," Mother whispered in my ear as I licked her salty neck and shoulder.

"I want you to make me pregnant tonight," she confessed as she leaned back to watch for my reaction.

It felt as if my stomach dropped to the sand. A flood of raw primal urges exploded within me.

"Are you-" I stammered, looking for the words. "I mean, are you serious?"

Mom nodded yes with a look of total certainty and contentment.

"I want this," she said softly. "I wanted to say something back at the reception when we met Kamiya and her dad. I've never wanted anything so bad."

I wanted to cry, scream, and shout in fucking amazement at what I was hearing! The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes dripped with purpose and conviction. What greater gift could a son possibly receive than impregnating his own mother?

I crushed my mouth to her, feeling her luscious breasts squash against my chest as I savored her kiss with every ounce of my being. The constant pounding of the waves on the rocks, the crystal-clear star-filled sky above-all of nature's elements now called to Mother and I on a primal level. Our vows had pronounced our union; now it was time to give all of ourselves to each other. It was time to become eternally bound.

Mom swung her right leg around my torso, locking me against her. I clutched that thick, juicy thigh as I had so many times before, clawing at her browned skin hungrily. Her neck relaxed as I sucked upon it like it was a sacrificial offering, howling in inexpressible bliss. I licked every inch of skin I could before she pulled my mouth to hers again.

"Oooooh Jesus, you love knowing you're gonna knock me up, don't you?" she whispered gutturally.

"Ooooh," I replied with a lustful moan, picking Mom up as she wrapped both of her golden legs about me. "Dear God, yes. Yes."

I carried Mother back to the rocks behind us for support, anointing her with another soulful kiss. I felt her fingernails gently claw at my back, stoking the fires of incestuous passion that swept over us. There we were, arm in arm, body to body... mother to son.

Our kiss seemed to have extra purpose and depth out here in the elements. With Mother settled upon the rocks our mouths opened wide once more, as if we hoped to absorb each other's souls with our kisses. It was the deepest of transferences I had ever felt. A raw moment of instinctual need, a fire within that only my mother could quench. An almost spiritual ascent from hard sexual greed to soulful awareness of each other.

Our teeth clanged, but we carried on unfazed. We had kindled feeling in each other that would make any other couple burn with jealousy. Being married to my mother added another life-affirming layer to this breathtaking passion. I would have never guessed actually being married would have turned me on in such a way, but yet something in the ceremonial act of pledging my life to another did turn me on. Here I was, alive and glowing with newfound gratitude and wanton abandon for this woman I had taken to be my bride.

Dazed by the depth and power of our kiss and the feel of her thick, motherly flesh in my hands, I reached down with my right hand to steer my solid mast back to its home port. With a quick nudge and shift, I was back inside my precious mother after nearly a month away; and this time, I entered my mother and bride as her rightful husband.

Both of us stiffened as I guided my stalk inside her. I had never made love standing up before, but this act now carried a far deeper meaning. With Mom's legs locked around the bottom of my back, I sawed in and out of her with gusto and greed. We cried out in ecstasy, rejoicing in our bodies uniting as they first did so many years ago.

"Fuck," cried mother with her face pressed against my shoulder. "I married you. I'm your wife."

Her breathless, feeble affirmation roused the wanton eagerness within me. There was something in her weakened, surrendering tone that stoked the fires within my body. The claps of our bodies pounding each other grew louder as all of Mom's body clung to mine, joined in pure sex, bound by blood, compelled by nature's primal calling.

Feeling the tickle of impending orgasm, I staved off cumming as I lowered Mom upon the manmade beach below. Our kiss did not break as her legs raised and spread eagle, wide open and welcoming her newly proclaimed husband. My hands clutched her feet as I swiftly bottomed out inside her once again. I leaned back, looking up into the heavens with pure gratitude. With the sound of the crashing waves in my ears, I summoned all of my will for the great task ahead. Such power and rhythm, so raw and brutally primal, focused all of my senses on my primary goal of breeding with my mother.

"Plow me like a field," Mom gasped.

I replied with a thin smile, reveling in the thrill of our moment.

"Plant your seed," Mom recited from under my barrage of kisses. "Fertile soil."

Shivers of pleasure ran up my spine. Her words flooded my mind with their provocative and once-forbidden connotations. I could tell when Mother was helpless, when she was aroused, and when she was feeling fulfilled and content. At that moment, she was definitely the latter.

I proudly balanced myself up on my palms, seizing this moment to soak it all in: watching my mother's large breasts bounce up and down to the motion of my thrusting in the moonlight, gazing at that smooth, narrow stomach that would swell with my seed. I then beheld the distant yet feral look in her eyes. Each thrust in, her eyes would widen... each slide out, a hint of sadness mingled with hope. Our souls were bound together-she knew it just as I did.

"Mother of your child," gasped Mother.

"Our child," I replied, bottoming out within her.

A low, guttural moan came from deep within her body. Her head fell back to one side as she was hurled down the emotional rabbit hole of this forbidden, impending conception. I think it fully hit it her at that moment that she was to become the mother of her son's child, and that nothing anyone could or would do would stop that from happening. Her expression was far beyond any "O" face-this was a life-affirming, captivating mind fuck for her.

I let out a long sigh, loving what I just heard. At that moment, a new and exciting thought entered my mind.

"Gonna mark you," I replied seductively. "You're mine, all mine."

"That's right, baby." Mom purred. "You put a ring on it-it's yours."

"Marked by my seed."

"Hooooo, God yes," she rasped. "Marked by your seed."

I wondered what she must have been thinking at that moment. "My first child will fuck me. I will become pregnant with my second child. His child."

I fought to stop myself from cumming, wanting to revel in the ecstasy I had taken her to. With her jaw slack and her mouth agape, that thousand-yard stare crossed Mother's face once more. Just as before, it was like Mother's physical self being ceased to exist, plunging deep into the netherworld of unending forbidden sex.

A sudden orgasmic bolt shot through her, and she uttered a half-cry, half-moan. I knew our libidinous act carried a deeper purpose now; each and every motion of our bodies was made with the aim of conceiving life together. All of my life's greatest hopes and dreams built toward a desperate crescendo of spiritual awareness and need. To leave my mark upon the love of my life would be the single greatest achievement of my life-to have her conceive and carry our child.

Here on this private Hawaiian beach, under the stars and moon of a clear night, a mother and her son lie together in writhing, unspeakable ecstasy. A man and woman playing in nature's sandbox, free from guilt or fear. The rings on our fingers embodied a man and a woman's undying promise to each other, and the strength behind each of my thrusts proved a son's enduring love.

Mom began howling in long, raspy cries. Her wails grew higher pitched with each lunge of my cock. I collapsed atop her in perfect surrender, knowing my seed would soon fill her warm, loving womb. Mother held my head to the nape of her neck, cradling me as only a mother could, cheering me on as she knew that I was building toward a powerful orgasm.

"Cum for me, honey," she urged. "Cum for your mother."

That was it. Her words unleashed my pent-up seed. Spasms rocked my body as I heard myself babble incoherent cries of hope and looming satiation. Mother's hands gripped my sweat-soaked head, safely nestled to her bosom, as she accepted her son's most glorious act of true love. I bucked and thrashed atop her as I came, spewing ribbon after ribbon of hot cum into my mother's core.

I clawed at her smooth thighs, frantic for as much depth as I could get. Despite the blinding ecstasy of it all, I focused only on the end result: A gorgeous, knocked-up babe in all of her maternal glory, forever marked by her husband/son for all the world to bear shocking witness to. Nothing else mattered.

"M-m-mother!" I yelled over and over again, lifting myself back up before collapsing upon her again.

All I heard echo in my head was her timeless phrase...

"Cum for me. Cum for your mother."

CHAPTER 32 - AFTERGLOW

"Stay inside me," Mother begged lovingly.

"I'm not going anywhere," I replied.

"You'd better not," Mother cooed, nestled against my sweat-covered body as the last trickles of my cum seeped into her. Soft moans of joy punctuated our blessed lovemaking. Sweet whispers of intimate affection were shared. I caught my breath as my head rested upon the bosom of my beloved, watching her motherly chest rise and fall. Even after the countless times I had had sex with Mother, each time still left me simply spellbound.

We spent the night arm in arm at the beach. It was the first time I had ever spent the night outside under the stars, and it was exotically wonderful in ways I never imagined. I felt such inner peace, knowing that Mother was now my wife.

We spent the remaining nine days in our cabana solely focused on each other's pleasure and the fulfillment of every carnal whim we had. We wrapped up the remaining few days of our honeymoon on the Big Island, staying in luxurious resorts to relish the beginning of our married life. Everywhere we went, Mother eagerly introduced me as her husband, and I had to admit I was glowing with sheer pride. When valet and housekeeping staff would greet us as Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, Mom and I would share a secret grin, knowing they were really greeting a mother and son who were lovers.

Throughout our honeymoon, I caught myself gazing at Mom's wide hips and ass, pondering the magical mystery that was hopefully taking root somewhere deep inside that wondrous body. At the pool she wore that mouthwatering black bikini, or the short skirts that showcased her thick, tanned, glossy legs-anything that accented the width of her backside and ass, she gladly wore it. She knew I was helpless before her motherly charms. All I could think about was making her pregnant, marking her for all time, and blessing her with the gift of new life that she had sought for so long.

But reality soon returned as we made our way back to San Diego. We had several heart-to-heart chats about how "real life" would soon be calling and acknowledging that there would be day-to-day issues to deal with. But despite those realities, both of us took comfort in the fact that nothing would ever have to be dealt with alone again. Period. We were husband and wife now, as one... forever.

~

Three months into our marriage, we found out Mom was pregnant. I'll never forget the Saturday morning Mom woke me up by waving her pregnancy test stick in front of my sleepy face.

"You're gonna be a daddy, Mr. Christopher," she whispered lovingly in my ear. "You did it. You really did it."

I immediately sat up in amazement at what she'd just said. There were many big moments to come in our lives, but this was one that would change everything. Mom and I embraced and shared a flurry of long, soulful kisses while the news fully sunk in. I did it. It felt like I had done the impossible-what the world thought I shouldn't do, much less could do. I wasn't afraid of the responsibility, nor was I fearful of the hard work that lay ahead. No matter what, Mother was marked by my seed.

Mom immediately called Shannon to tell her the news.

"Tell me what you're feeling," Shannon asked me. "And take your time."

"Shock," I started. "Astonishment."

"And you, Beth?"

"Contentment," Mom replied with a glowing smile. "Fulfillment."

"I don't think it's sunk in quite yet for Chris," Shannon noted. We all agreed. "And I think it's because he's chased this dream for so long. To finally have it, to get the grand prize... he's probably asking himself, 'Now what?'"

I immediately jumped in. "When can we have another?"

We all laughed as Mom planted her lips to mine, assuring me that everything was going to be okay. I loved my mother's confidence.

At night when Mom and I settled into bed was when the realization of my mother's love would sink in. Holding her body to mine as she drifted off to sleep, I would lay awake for hours at a time, reflecting on the marvel of my accomplishment. Mom would always pick up on it too, inviting me to remember back to those hot steamy days at the pool where I would gaze at her golden beauty as she swam in the sapphire waters-where my forbidden love blossomed.

"Who would've thought?" she would softly whisper to me.

At times, Mom would point out the numerous occasions in the past when we could have hooked up. Those hot, sultry days back at our pool, or she could have been my secret girlfriend during high school. I loved how she constantly delved deeper into my mind, giving the angst and turmoil of my heartfelt desires a chance to break out and be free, yet soothing them with the maternal tenderness that only a mother had.

Throughout the next eight months, Mom and I settled into our day-to-day life. The biggest adjustment was mostly psychological: Adjusting to the fact that I was sharing a bed and a life with her. Most everyone told us to anticipate the worst, in case the bubble burst after the honeymoon was over. We actually never felt that. In fact, our sex life continued to blossom, as did our curiosities and fantasies.