Homelands Pt. 05 Ch. 01

Some of his friends were into curvier women. In the past, he'd mocked them for that. Asked them what it was like to watch a girl's ass jiggle when fucking her from behind. An ass should be so tight that it barely moved at all when you smacked it, he'd always contended.

The hell had he been thinking?

Even relatively light strokes made his mother's ass dance. And he found that positively hypnotic. Her bronzed orbs were so big, so round, and yet had not a hint of cellulite. It was unreal. And insanely hot.

Doggy was her favorite position. She'd never said so, but he knew. Little things gave it away. She moaned just a little bit louder. Climaxed just a little bit sooner. And her climax always hit a bit heavier and lasted a bit longer. He'd never really had a favorite himself. There were things he liked about every position. But the simple knowledge that his mother enjoyed this one so much was starting to make it his favorite too.

Eric stared at the ropes of hard muscle in his mother's back. At the jiggle of her ass. The way her labia stuck to his thick shaft, stretching out when he pulled back and sliding back to frame her slit when he thrust forward. He listened intently to the moaning of the bedsprings, to his mother's soft curses, pleas, and moans. The smell of sex gradually came to dominate the room, and it was a smell he savored.

All of that was nice.

But the best part of might well have been the simple knowledge that he was back inside his mother. Back where he belonged.

Gradually, she began working his Libido like never before. Eric felt like he was discovering what ecstasy was for the very first time. When his mother slammed her thighs together and squeezed her vaginal walls tight around his shaft, he coughed, nearly collapsed atop her back, and immediately went into orgasm. The kind that made his hole body convulse.

Though he knew his mother was exercising considerable restraint, Eric felt a ton of energy pour out of him. And afterwards, he felt empty. But not in a bad way. No workout had ever left him feeling so drained. The absence created when all that energy departed was immediately filled by an intense euphoria. An utter sense of contentment. He was weightless. Freed from all pain and worries and insecurities.

He probably should have been completely spent after that. But with a goddess like Gabby in his bed, how was he supposed to know when to quit?

Lazily, he rolled his head to the side, and drank his mother's form in.

Once upon a time, he'd have said that Veronica was the only woman in the family that wasn't more attractive, and the fact that he considered his mother more attractive than Nick's favorite sister had as much to do with his preference for blonde hair and blue eyes as it did anything else. Looking back now, though, it seemed to him that he'd found her unattractive because he'd talked himself into finding her unattractive, the way children hate mushrooms and squid and other foods simply because they expected to do so. Part of Eric felt that his mother's huge breasts and wide hips should turn him off. Hers was not the kind of body you found on the covers of magazines.

But so fucking what?

Nick had told him once that ancient civilizations had idolized women like Gabby. That there were statues of fertility goddesses in museums around the world that were testament to early man's appreciation for figures like hers. Only in modern times were women who were built like thirteen year old boys held up as exemplars of beauty.

It had sounded like academic nonsense to him. Like something Nick must have picked up from Veronica, who had her own reasons to think that society's definition of beauty was flawed, the same way guys with small dicks all tried to convince themselves that it's not the size that counts but how you use it.

But his brother was right.

Once Eric had made the simple decision to disregard what his friends might think, to let his body and his heart speak to him, he found it impossible to deny that his mother was insanely sexy. That she did indeed symbolize fertility.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, blushing.

"Can't help it," Eric replied.

He rolled onto his side, slipped a hand around her waist, and pulled her towards him sharply, until they lay beside one another and his heavy cock rested atop her stomach.

"Hey there, little guy," his mother said, tapping his cock with the tip of her finger.

"Little?"

Gabby giggled.

"I can make him bigger," he said.

"No need," his mother said, taking him firmly in her grip.

That was what he wanted to hear.

He could, in fact, control his size. It wasn't nearly as difficult to do as it seemed like it should have been. But he was proud of his natural size, and preferred not to fuck around with it. Otherwise, it felt like it wasn't him fucking his mother, but the supernatural powers he'd inherited from her.

That probably didn't make any sense. He'd inherited everything from her, from his height, bronze skin, and blue eyes to his immortality and crazy abilities. All the same, he considered his body his, and didn't like altering it.

"He looks kind of lonely," his mother said, turning onto her side.

"A little," Eric said.

He got up on his knees and rolled his mother onto her stomach. She laughed as he did. Without wasting any time, he pressed her legs tightly together and forced his fat cock in between her ass cleavage to fuck her tight snatch from above.

"Ungh, fuck yes, baby," she grunted.

From the prone position, he could barely get his full length inside her. It didn't allow for the true, deep fucking she both needed and deserved. But it sure felt good. The cool, soft flesh of her butt cheeks greeted him on his way home.

Her ass was absolute perfection. He didn't care that most men wouldn't agree. Despite its size, it was unnaturally smooth, free of dimpling and cellulite. The sharp separation of her beautiful globes from her shapely thighs held him captivated.

And his mother's inviting womb fit him like a glove. Tighter than, in fact. Every single stroke made him shudder with ecstasy.

It took all of four pumps before he shot his load deep inside his mother.

"Mmm, yeah," she cooed. "That's what Mommy needs."

Eric gave her ass a good smack before he collapsed onto his back.

"Wore you out, have I?" she asked.

"Not hardly," he said as he sucked air.

His mother rolled onto her side. "Hmm. Looks like you're done."

"Just need a minute," he said.

She reached down and gave his dick a few pumps. "He hasn't lost interest has he?"

Eric scoffed. Was she kidding? He was still hard as a rock.

"No?" Gabby asked, eyebrow raised. "Why don't you prove it to me." She got up and straddled him. Taking his cock in her hands, she played with it, caressing his helmet and stroking his shaft, but didn't guide it into her warm hole. "That is, if you're not too tired."

"You're evil," he said. "You know that?"

His mother gave him a devilish grin as she finally allowed him back in.

#

Maybe it was just the doubt Veronica had put in his mind. Or maybe he'd only needed a little reminder. But, for whatever reason, Nick found himself remembering how enraptured he was by his mother's beauty. How powerful his desire for her had been after she'd initiated him, right up until just recently. She'd inspired feelings in him that no other woman could. Not even Mom-Gee, who had a more impressive body.

Slowly, carefully, he seduced her. As he had so many times. He nibbled here, gently flicked his tongue there. Caressed this and lightly squeezed that.

"Ooooh, yeeeaaaah," Mom-Jay moaned.

She was biting down on her lower lip and had one hand draped lazily over the back of the couch. The other rested on the back of his head and tried to goad him into moving a little further south, past her hips. But it was only a token effort. Probably even subconscious. Her body might have ached for him to end the teasing, but he knew that she enjoyed it. If he gave in to her unspoken request, she'd actually be disappointed.

Damn, he'd missed this ritual. The way her body begged him to do one thing, while her words told him to disregard those same messages, to keep doing exactly what he was doing.

Equally, he'd missed the simple pleasure of worshiping her body. Even if not for her wonderful reactions, he'd have delighted in the opportunity to get reacquainted with her. The feel of her soft skin. The earthy smell of her arousal. The pleasant sounds she made. And the exquisite taste of her womanhood, which he'd yet to reexperience.

It made no sense that her inner thighs could be so nice and soft when her quads were so strong and hard. That her ass could have that lovely pliant feel when she relaxed, yet remind him of steel when her cheeks clenched. That she could have such wide hips and full breasts despite being so fit. A woman with abs like hers should not have tits that size. Not unless they were made of silicone.

As Nick slowly worked his way up and down his mother's body, he was reminded of how even her imperfections, such as they were, appealed to him. They gave her character. Helped him believe that, as divine as she was, she was real. Flesh and blood.

If he was still in bed, dreaming all of this, the woman wouldn't have had such thick eyebrows, nor such dark arm hair. Her bush would have been more meticulously groomed. She would have had a smaller nose, bigger breasts, and less prominent muscles. But Nick was actually quite glad that none of those things were true.

He didn't want a fantasy.

He wanted his mother, in all her glory.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as he tweaked a dark nipple. "Careful there, sweetie."

Nick flashed her a devilish grin.

"Oh, who'm I kidding?" she asked, in her huskiest voice. Running her hands through his short hair, she said, "Do whatever you want to me."

Never before had he been the least bit rough with her. And he still wasn't going to be, not by the standards of those who actually liked rough sex. But neither was he going to hold back quite as much as usual.

Some of his nibbles came a little bit closer to bites. And every now and then, he gave her breasts or ass a forceful squeeze. Every time he did so, it elicited a most savory whimper from his mother. When he had her kneel on the couch, with her face buried in a throw pillow and her ass up in the air, he kneaded her ass like dough and gave her a few playful slaps. And a few that weren't so playful. The way her meaty yet surprisingly soft cheeks rippled drove him insane with lust.

"Mmmph," his mother mumbled into the pillow.

He was afraid that she'd tell him to ease up. Or demand to know what had come over him. But she merely wiggled her hips at him, inviting him to give her another spank.

So he did.

"Ungh, oh, baby," she said. "I've never seen this side of you."

That wasn't exactly a request for him to stop.

He didn't respond. Just gave her ass a good squeeze, jiggled it, then relaxed his grip before starting in on a rimjob. Once he did, he went back to being soft and tender.

"God, yes," his mother said. "You really love Mommy's ass, don't you?"

Again, he didn't respond. Especially since he'd have had to take his tongue away from the smooth skin surrounding her anus to do so.

"Would you like to fuck it?"

He felt her heartbeat accelerate. Or maybe only imagined he did, because he sensed the nervousness in her Libido. One way or another, he knew that if he didn't respond quickly this time, the offer would be withdrawn. She'd probably even surprised herself just by saying it. Nick could only assume that she was now worried that he'd think her too freaky.

Freaky, yes.

But too freaky? Definitely not.

"If you'd be okay with that," he said.

His mother hesitated before replying. "I think I would be, yeah."

"There's not much I wouldn't like to do with you," Nick said. "And I'm flattered that you trust me enough to suggest that. But I want you to know that I won't be disappointed if you take it back."

"I appreciate that," she said. "You're always so thoughtful." Another pause. "But I think I actually do want to try it."

Would this be her first time with anal?

Nick's head spun.

"Then we'll work our way up to that," Nick said. He gave one round cheek a soft tap. "But I'm not nearly done showing my appreciation for your perfect body yet."

"Mmm. Good answer."

And indeed, it was a long while after that before he took his boxers off.

Not only did he get a little rougher with his mother than he usually did, he also tried a few other things he hadn't before. Like sucking on her toes. That hadn't done much for her. Or experimenting with the possibility of bringing her to climax purely through nipple stimulation, which had worked.

He'd also, on a lark, decided to give her navel some attention.

And to both Nick's surprise and his mother's, that drove her absolutely wild.

He'd never even considered the idea that the bellybutton could be an erogenous zone. Yet apparently it was one of his mother's favorites. How much of that was because it was a part of her body that was particularly sensitive and how much came from the sheer novelty of it, he wasn't sure. Maybe it simply reflected the fact that his mother liked having him spend more time near her midsection, proud as she was of her toned abs. But whatever accounted for her getting so worked up by him making love to her navel the way he would her pussy, it was just fine by him.

Only after he'd guided his mother through several orgasms, most of which had come during an extended session of cunnilingus, did Nick take his mother up on her most unexpected offer to let him fuck her in the ass.

"Go easy, now," she said. "I've never done this before, case you hadn't guessed."

"Don't worry," he said. "You're in good hands."

His fingers became tongues, and with one hand wrapped around her waist and the other planted between her round ass cheeks, he tongue-fucked both of her holes for a bit. Just as she was starting to really get into that, he lubed himself up and pressed his bulbous cock head against her smooth ring of muscle.

His mother's tight sphincter has gradually relaxed under the relentless but gentle pressure of Nick's tongue-fingers. As a result, it took less effort than either of them had expected for him to push his fat head inside.

Once he did, though, he stopped to let his mother catch her breath and get used to the feel of him back there.

"Oh, my," she said, panting. "That's...different."

"Different good? Or different, `that was a nice experiment but let's go ahead and take it back out now, okay?' different?"

"Mmmph, ungh, I don't know," she said. "Gimme a sec."

So he did. His tongue-fingers stopped writhing against her pussy as well.

After a few more deep breaths, she said, "Okay. Let's try some more."

Ever so slowly, they worked in unison to get every last inch of his huge dick buried inside his mother's bowels. Her cheeks clenched and relaxed rapidly, almost quivering. Her sphincter spasmed, but lightly. Never pinching him too forcefully, as he'd feared it might.

"Fuck, baby," his mother panted. She wiped her hair over the front of her shoulder. "It's not quite like the other way, is it?"

"You tell me."

"Mmm, no. Definitely not. Nice, though. Just not anything I'm used to."

Nick leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder.

She reached back and pressed a soft palm against the side of his face before saying, "You've been great. Nice and patient. I can't imagine trying this with any other guy."

He ran his hands lightly through his mother's hair while continuing to rain soft kisses on her shoulder. His hands longed to squeeze her breasts or her ass, but the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm her.

"Okay," she said at last.

Before he could even respond, she started working her hips. She'd pull away from him then gently push back again. And again. And again. With each slow, mini-thrust, she gasped. But her Libido was a raging inferno. And she was more relaxed than he'd expected.

Nick let his mother set the pace. In fact, he didn't do much at all. Just let her impale herself on him. His hips remained still. After a while, once her thrusts grew more rapid and forceful and he was sure that she was thoroughly relaxed, he let his hands go back to work. One still had tongues for fingers, and was waging war on her pussy, inside and out. The other alternated between squeezing a fat breast and cupping her ass.

In the end, his mother experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Or so she said. It seemed believable enough though, to gauge by her Libido.

They took a short break before Nick started the seduction routine over, from the top.

"Again?" his mother asked, smiling languidly. "You're bad."

"Very, very bad," he said.

She gave him a wicked grin as he massaged her feet and kissed his way up from her ankles to her calves. "I don't know how much more of this I can take before I suffer overdose. But I'll be damned if I'm going to ask you to stop."

And he'd be damned if he was going to stop.

They would never have the same connection he and Veronica did. But making love to his mother was a pleasure all its own. She had a body unlike any he'd ever seen. Her waist was slimmer and her hips broader than those of his sister. And her face was prettier as well, despite its signs of maturity. No matter how much time he spent running his hands over her figure, licking it and kissing it and groping it and caressing it, he could never really believe that she as fit, as thickly muscled, as she was, given the extreme curves she nonetheless possessed. Her ass was as soft as dough one moment, and as hard as steel the next. Her thighs were thick and meaty, yet soft in all the right places. Her abs were nearly as hard and sculpted as his, yet she had breasts that were nearly as big as Annie's, if still a good deal smaller than Veronica's.

"Maybe it's Mommy's turn to please her baby?" she said at one point.

"Um...nope, don't think so," Nick said.

She laughed softly as she tossed her head back and made herself putty in his hands.

The musky scent coming from between her legs called to him. Nick wanted to taste his mother. To savor her. To feel her juices running down his chin and her swollen labia pressed against his lips. But he'd only just started teasing her. She would have to wait, he would have to wait, until he'd paid her curvaceous form the attention it deserved.

"You can't possibly be this good, this young," she said. "My father could learn a thing or two from you." Then she added, "So could my mother."

Nick knew that Grandpa Randy and Grandma Flori had been the ones to initiate Mom-Jay. And his mother sometimes talked about them during casual conversation. How much she missed them. How sad she'd been when they'd decided to retire from the court. But if his mother was anywhere near as infatuated with her mother and father as Nick himself was his own parents, she sure did a good job of hiding it.

All the same, the way that last remark had come out, it felt like the highest compliment he'd ever received from any woman. Perhaps it was the tone with which she said it. Or perhaps it was precisely because she so seldom talked about her parents. Either way, Nick felt like his mother had just told him that he, her son, a relative novice in the ways of their kind, had set the bar in her mind for what passed for great sex.

With as much experience as she had, and she'd been around for some time before she'd married Hank and Gabriela, that was really saying something.

Nick had a hard time maintaining his concentration after that. Suddenly, he felt the need to make sure every flick of his tongue, every little caress, was perfect. Otherwise, he might fail to live up to expectations.