Homelands Pt. 02 Ch. 06

Her thighs were full and soft, thick near the top, thin near the knees. The heads of her quadriceps were faintly visible. Her calves were sharply curved, her ankles far more delicate and her feet more slender than one would expect after looking at her thighs. Thick as they were, those thighs should have invited comparison to cottage cheese rather than marble, but her skin was impossibly smooth and fair, entirely free of dimpling, cellulite, shaving nicks, birth marks, or any imperfection.

Then there were her breasts. They hung past the bottom of her ribcage, but they were still reasonably firm. They were round, the sides of them pressing against the insides of her elbows and the lower part of her biceps, rather than droopy, as breasts that large often were. Her nipples pointed out at me, not down at the floor. They were thick and puffy, even when fully engorged. As they were now. They had turned from their usual medium pink to a darker pink that was nearly brown. Her areola were as nearly wide across as my palms. On a smaller pair of breasts, that would have looked freakish. But as large as my mother's breasts were, the dark circles were still small islands in a pale sea.

Even if I hadn't noticed the swelling of her labia, the way her clitoris was just starting to peak out from under its hood, or the darkening of her nipples, I'd have known she was every bit as aroused as I was. Her Libido pulsed steadily, like a beating heart. It wasn't exactly heat that emanated from her. I was sure that I would in fact soon discover that her skin was largely cool to the touch, save in a few choice places. But there was no better way to explain how it felt than to liken it to standing before a fire.

At last, I raised my eyes up to meet her own, noticing along the way that her lower lip trembled with anticipation. My mother's eyes were big and round, rather than almond shaped. The deep brown of her irises contrasted nearly as sharply with her pale skin as with the whites of her eyes. The same went for the forest of long lashes, the generous amount of dark eyeliner and eye-shadow that she wore, and her dark eyebrows. Though her brows were nearly as wide across as the tip of a finger at their widest point, they were not bushy.

I'd often thought her face a bit too soft, her nose a bit too broad, the set of her mouth almost sad. And I had to admit I still did think so, to some extent. I couldn't in all honesty say she was as pretty as even Natalie or Iva, let alone Brianna. But it was only in comparison to those supernatural beauties that she came up short. If I'd never had the misfortune of laying eyes on those other women, women who could never hold the same power over me that my mother did, I'd have thought her the prettiest women I'd ever seen.

"Frank," she moaned. One hand twitched, looking as though it wanted to guide me to her. But it fell back to her side.

It made no difference. Simply hearing the longing in her voice, seeing in her eyes and feeling in her Libido the truth of that desire, was enough to beckon me forward.

My movements were slow, precise, and confident. I knew how it excited her to see the animal in me come out. But I wanted to savor this. There'd be time enough to submit to my primal urges later. Until then, control was the name of the game.

Mom hardly spoke. I wasn't sure what there was left to say anyway. But her body told me nearly everything I needed to know, with her powerful Libido filling in the gaps.

I'd not yet had the pleasure of taking either her breasts or her womanhood in my mouth when her first orgasm overtook her.

My lips formed a seal around a gently protruding hip bone. Perhaps I used a little energy to heighten her sensitivity, allowed the lightest sparks of the blue bolts of ecstasy to accompany the strokes of my tongue. But I thought it likely that she would have climaxed anyway, even though it might have taken a little longer to get her there.

At any rate, that first orgasm was a modest affair. The very fact that she'd cum before I'd gotten past her hips aroused us both further, but that's about all it did.

When I went to work on her breasts, however, that changed. With one of her nipples rolling back and forth between my fingers and the other helpless before my lips and tongue, Mom experienced a second, more powerful climax. This one did not last much longer than the first, but it wracked her body intensely, and rather than sighing softly as she had a moment before, she screamed wildly.

I left two disembodied hands and a spectral mouth to continue playing with her beautiful breasts while I kissed a trail down her stomach, through her carefully gardened patch, to her life-giver. Before launching my assault, I took a moment to enjoy her smell. This was how all women should smell. There was a hint of sweat, a slight pungency, but also a trace of the sweetness that I knew awaited me. I breathed in deeply through my nostrils, exhaled slowly, then settled in to enjoy my feast.

Oftentimes, when I serviced my mother orally, I liked to tease her. Start with light, fleeting touches, dragging the very tip of my tongue over her outer labia again and again before slowly working my way deeper inside. Not this time. Though I didn't cut straight to maximum intensity, neither did I start at the bottom of the scale. Nor did I waste time growing an extra tongue. As one slid in and out of her vagina, curling in a way no human tongue could to envelope her G-spot, another alternately stimulated her labia, the hood surrounding her clitoris, and her stiff little pleasure button itself.

Her secretions were thick and phlegmy from the start, due to her two previous orgasms. The berry taste was more prominent than usual. At first, I found that disorienting. But I quickly decided that it only added to the pleasure.

My tongues slowly coached her hole into opening up wider, and plunged deeper and deeper into her. As I fucked her with my tongue, I stepped up the assault on her clitoris, spending less and less time on her labia.

The movement of Mom's hips went from slow and rhythmic to wild and spasmodic. Her arms flailed about wildly, slamming into the soft mattress. Faintly, I heard her moan, and realized the sound had to have been muffled because she was biting down on a pillow.

I guided her through orgasm after orgasm, each more intense than the last. When her warm ejaculate gushed over me, I finally let up.

"Ungh...fuck, baby...that was perfect," she said.

Though I wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, all my careful restraint suddenly fled. I just couldn't wait any longer to dominate her. I knelt in front of her and, somewhat less than gently, forced my monster inside her. As I fucked her, her lips were stretched so tight that they didn't so much part before me as hold onto me.

Just as I was getting close to my first orgasm, I pulled out and told her to get on all fours. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded hard, commanding. Mom's eyes went wide and she licked her full lips before rushing to obey. I took her harshly. Not violently, but far less delicately than I normally did. My hands gripped her broad hips tight while I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. Meanwhile, the floating hands and spectral mouth worked her breasts over more and more vigorously, and another set of hands appeared to squeeze and slap her huge ass. Still more hands stroked and pulled her hair, caressed her back and thighs, gripped her ankles tightly, ran hard knuckles along the bottoms of her feet.

When Mom pulled her thighs together, squeezing me even tighter than she already was, I tried to slow down and enjoy it. For a few strokes, that worked. But I felt the inevitable rushing forth, and I slammed into her as hard as I could, nearly knocking her over. Buried all the way to the hilt, my balls pressed against her warm, moist lips, I groaned and shot my load into the very womb that had nurtured me at the dawn of my existence.

"Oh, fuck, that's it, baby," Mom said.

For a moment, I felt like we were more deeply connected than ever before. Whether the images and sensations flashing through my mind were my own or hers, I couldn't have said. At least a few almost had to have been Mom's. It wouldn't have occurred to me to imagine that she would take pleasure knowing that no man, mortal or otherwise, had ever filled her with so much cum. Though I can't pretend I'd never fantasized about it, I think the thought of her son giving her a son of his own was one that had briefly flashed through her mind.

Iva had said we couldn't read minds. Maybe that was only because she'd never been as close to anyone as Mom and I were to one another just then.

No, that wasn't it. I wasn't really reading her mind. I tried to pick out more of her thoughts, and nothing came to me.

But for a moment there, it had certainly felt like I had.

She wiggled her hips, and I felt life stirring in my loins again. I'd thought I might need a moment to recover, but perhaps I didn't. My cock was still hungry, and there was only one dish that would serve.

"How's that feel, sweetie? Are you going to miss this? No other woman makes you feel this way, does she?" my mother asked.

"None," I said.

"That's right, baby. Only your dear old mother."

Mom's knees buckled and she leaned forward, going down from all fours to lie flat on her stomach. I stayed inside her, following her down, preparing to fuck her Jockey style. She squeezed her soft thighs together tightly, and her warm embrace drew me deeper in, surrounded me completely. With her great white orbs lying between us, pressing against me, resisting me, I had to work harder to give her the proper fucking she deserved. But it was worth it. And the feel of her soft cheeks against my shaft as I slid in and out of her was almost as glorious as the warmth of her pussy. I kneaded her ass like dough, pressing my fingers deep into her soft skin, delighting in the way she moaned and purred as I did.

"You like Mommy's ass?" she asked.

"You have no idea," I said.

Her cheeks suddenly snapped tight, and I gasped for air. It was so tight. There was no way I could have stood that amount of pressure for long, but she relented quickly, and the brief, unanticipated sensation felt amazing.

I slapped her ass hard with an open palm and started ramming her harder and faster.

"Yes, yes, give it to me. Give Mommy her young hard cock!"

Hearing her describe it as hers made me pummel her with even greater force. I heard the bed groaning nearly as loud as my mother. Perhaps I should have cared about that, but I didn't. When, just a minute later, the frame collapsed beneath us and the mattress dropped a few feet to settle on the floor, we simply laughed and kept right on going.

"Oh, baby, I'm getting there. I just love the way that big fat dick of yours feels. Love having back inside me, where you've always belonged," Mom said.

She exploded so violently, it was a wonder she didn't snap my dick right off. Her Libido was like a mushroom cloud. Its sudden and rapid swelling nearly knocked me out. But I managed to retain consciousness, and between the things her body did to me as it sought to milk still more of my fertile seed and the feel of her Libido going wild, I reached another orgasm of my own. Both of our climaxes lasted far longer than our bodies should have been able to withstand. Long after I'd pumped so much cum inside her that it spilled back out of her, I kept cumming. I pulled out, watched my jizz dribble and ooze out of her, watched her lips twitch as the spasms of her orgasm continued, albeit more gently than before. As I watched, I held my cock just above her ass, too tired and too transfixed by her beauty to bother to give myself more than a few languid strokes. Still more jets of cum shot out, landing in sticky ropes on my mother's gorgeous humps.

Over the next few hours, we each had a rather immodest number of intense orgasms. But we hardly kissed at all, and I felt little affection. It was angry sex. Not rough or violent sex. But not sweet or affectionate, as our love-making had often been.