As lighting lit the night sky and thunder screamed its warning call, Manteca stood under the gnarled knotted great oak tree swaying to the rhythm of the song of the ancients. Calling out to the love between Eve and Abel she urged the heavens to embrace its newest lovers. Falling to her knees she thrust out her bare breast to the moons light and asked for the gods to bring forth the newest lovers to their forbidden ecstasy, bringing balance to nature. Pulling and twisting on her big chocolate breast she asked for mother natures white milk and golden honey to flow freely and quench her son's waiting parched mouth. Squeezing her nipples she howled under the moon for nature's son to plant his seed and bring about the world's newest harvest of lovers.
Caroline opened her eyes as the wind whipped threw the trees, banging the branches against the window pane. Taking a moment to remember where she was, she felt comfort at knowing she was at her son's home and her nightmare of a marriage was finally over. Driving drunk her husband was killed when his car ran off the side of the road hitting a tree head on. The police said his alcohol intake was three times the legal limit.
Feeling a cool breeze she sat up to investigate. The tempo of the rain increased along with the strength of the storm. Easing the cover's off of her she stood up searching with her feet for her slippers. Lightening lit the room, she scanned the floor unable to find them, jumping as the thunder clap sent chills down her arms. Padding over to the wall she ran her hand over the light switch, clicking it back and forth she discovered the power had gone out.
Noticing the chill in the air she glanced over at the window. Lightening ripped through the room showing the gapping hole in the lower half of the window pane where the tree branch had crashed through. Rubbing her eyes she pulled the door open heading out into the hallway.
Brendan turned over when his mother entered the room. "Brendan, are you awake?" Her voice was quiet. Caroline was unsure why she felt at odds with herself. Where she was usually sure about her thoughts, her mind was racing, she momentarily forgot why she had come into her twenty-three year old son's room.
Brendan stared at where his door was located, knowing her silver blue eyes were trying desperately to find him in the dark. Months ago his mother had moved in with him until she could sell and purchase a smaller home. This was unlike her to wake in the middle of the night. He thought she must have been thinking of his father.
She waited, back straight, hands loosely clasped in front of her and lips pressed into a tight line. She hated to admit it, but she could swear the storm was calling out to her. She felt sexually hungry, which was unlike her. Since her husband Kenny had stopped having sex with her, she had become complacent in the bedroom. Maybe this new feeling was a result of her body reawakening and freeing itself from her husband's cruel control. Whatever it was was making her breast throb with the need to be touched. The nipples where pinching and felt pained, her pussy was slightly wet. She tried to put her sexual desires to the side, and concentrate on why she came to her son's bedroom.
"Yeah mom, I'm awake. This storm is pretty loud. Is everything okay?" Brendan said sitting up in bed.
Caroline turned away. Silence filled the room. Finally, she shook her head. Turning back around, she stepped forward. "This storm has got me nervous. A tree has broken the window and the powers out. I won't be able to clean up the mess until morning. I'm a little scarred, I know it's silly but can I sleep in here tonight."
Brendan turned toward the window and stared out, not seeing the rain fall before him. "Sure I don't' mind," he whispered, his voice low, barely audible. Before his father's drinking problem, they'd been close, spending every evening together watching movies or playing games, but the loving and devoted father he'd once known had died the day alcohol had cruelly consumed his life. He had regretted leaving but their relationship was to important for him to stay.
Brendan stood moving towards his mother the lightening illuminated his features. He closed his eyes, his throat burning at the very thought of her sharing his bed, before falling asleep he had fantasized about her lying beneath him, he was still unsure where the thought had come from. He knew it wasn't a dream because he had masturbated and the soaked towel was lying on the floor. He recognized the need to heal their wounds.
Light reflected off of his chocolate brown hair, Caroline had a strong desire to touch and feel its softness. She moved closer and stood beside him. Somewhere overhead, thunder roared, feeling her with a since of wonder, she could feel the energy in the air. Unsure why she felt so sexually stimulated by the storm, trying to regain her scenes she noticed her son guiding her forward.
"Did the storm frighten you?" His throat tightened when she nodded uncertainly, her bright gaze clouded with tears. Brendan caressed her check.
"I don't understand why," Caroline cried, her fear evident in her voice.
Brendan didn't reply. The sight of his mother standing beside his bed in her slip of a nightgown, her face turned up to his and the tops of her breasts pushing out enticingly burned itself in his memory.
Caroline wasn't sure what had come over her. Wasn't sure she wanted to know. All she knew was that when Brendan was ever so gently but determinedly propelling her toward the bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close seemed so natural. And once his lips were close to hers, she couldn't think of any reason why they shouldn't kiss.
How was it, she wondered, as his lips parted hers and his tongue swept inside to deepen the kiss, that she felt that there was nothing wrong with kissing him. And as he took her face in his hands and continued to sweetly explore the edges of her tongue with his, she thought that was exactly what they were doing right now. Comforting. Seeking. Learning. Seducing. To the point she wanted so much more and would have pursued it, if only one tiny little thing hadn't been standing in their way. The fact that he was her son, pushing him away was a struggle, but she had to think through this fog that was clouding her mind.
Brendan was still trying to figure out what was happening between them, when his mother grabbed him and kissed him, it had been surprising, and quit out of character. The passion in her kiss left him wanting more, after the sweet evocative way she had kissed him and let him kiss her back, he was surer of that than knowing that spring follows winter.
Brendan wanted to make love to his mother more than he had ever imagined possible, but his desire for her to want him was much more important. He shifted, so they were no longer touching, and put up both hands before he could be tempted by her sexy mouth and enticing body.
Caroline stared at him in silence, as if trying to make sense of a puzzle whose pieces just didn't fit. The room grew unnaturally quiet. She wrapped her arms timidly around his waist feeling his strong arms embrace her, she consumed his heat.
Halting his progress to the bed, Caroline slid to her knees before her son. Brendan gazed down at her red hair as she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his semi-erect cock with the other. His breath caught as she timidly tasted his essence with her tongue. Sliding it into her mouth she sucked on the bulbous head. Licking the slit of his cock every time she brought it forward, after plunging it down her throat, she marveled at her own need to please him and feeling her own sexual desire rise.
Halting her sweet assault on his ragging cock, not wanting to release to soon, Brendan gently eased his mother back on her calves.
Raising her back on her feet, he lifted a hand and brushed an errant strand of hair from her check, then cupped her chin in his hand. The silky heat of her skin warming him through and through, Caroline jerked in a breath and closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done..." Brendan brought his mouth to hers, silencing her apology, she wrapped both arms about his neck, opened her mouth to the plundering pressure of his and let her body melt against his. His body ignited again. Once he felt her surrender, there was no stopping with just one kiss. He stroked, he teased, he cajoled. Until she was kissing him back wildly, wantonly, passionately, and he knew he had to take yet another step closer to the fulfilling intimacy they both craved.
Reluctantly, he drew away. "Whatever is happening tonight is special. I don't want you to apologize for something I want as well. Tonight is intoxicating." He dropped kisses at her temple, along her cheekbone, the delicate shell of her ear, the pulsing hollow of her throat. He brought his gaze back to hers, and the air between them vibrated with escalating excitement and desire.
The rapid pulsing lightening brightened the room with a mystical glow. Watching her son remove his clothing and then hers sent pleasure chills down her spine, the sparkle of her eyes grew ever brighter.
"Let's enjoy the moment and we can decide how to deal with the future tomorrow." He said as he placed a kiss on her nose.
Brendan decided he liked the excited glitter in her eyes. He liked the rapid rise and fall of her chest with every breath even more. "Here." He swept the sheet to the foot of the bed.
Caroline squeezed her eyes shut remembering all the painful years in bed with her husband, and never finding fulfillment. After twenty-five years, the crushing pressure of playing nurse maid weighted her down, and had robbed her of any sexual happiness. Sarah had never forgotten the promise she'd made on her wedding day. Nor had she resented the sacrifices she'd been forced to make to keep that promise. But after her husbands fifth arrest, Kenny had grown surly and unmanageable. Sarah, at her wit's end, had tried to reason with her husband, fool that she was, she'd admitted to needing him. And once again, he'd turned his back on her.
Sarah's gaze narrowed with pain and contempt at her husbands neglect. If it hadn't been for her son leaving three years ago, she would have never realized the situation had become so dire, yes the arrests were hard and ugly to deal with, but the lack of love was painful and not having her loving son around had helped her to see her husband's ugliness.
Brendan seeing his mother's hesitation, and unsure of her desires, turned her head towards his, "It's okay. We don't have to do anything your not comfortable with. You don't have to prove your love to me. I'm going to love you regardless."
Tears pooled in Caroline's eyes. "I tried to leave your father so many times." Her voice came out a mere whisper. "But I failed to remove you from the problem." Ashamed, she turned away.
Gently, Brendan tipped her head back, forcing her to look at him. "How can you blame yourself for his faults? He's dead and gone. Leave him there."
Caroline stared at him, "I should have protected you."
Brendan absently rubbed her hair between his thumb and forefinger. Tears slipped down the sides of her face. Her lips trembled. She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her lips. Bending down he scooped her into his arms and laid her on his bed, lying down beside her he cradled her in his arms.
Brendan recalled the night of his fathers death. "It does no good to be tormented with blame. You weren't the one pushing him to drink. Mom, I love you and I don't want to see you hurting over something we had no control over. We can only control what is before us."
Rolling over, he covered her body with his and cupped her face between his hands. He didn't want to talk about his father or even think of him. "We are here and now."
Gently, he covered her mouth with his own. Her lips parted with a sigh and he slid his tongue inside, basking in her sweet moistness. With his touch alone he sought to convince her that this—they—were meant to be. He knew the rightness of it.
Caroline broke off the kiss with a moan. She shifted beneath him. Her gaze grew wide as she realized she was kissing her son, his erect cock was laying over her pussy. "We can't do this." Silently she knew that being loved by him was what she wanted, but she didn't want making love to destroyed their relationship.
Bringing her hand to his mouth, he kissed her palm then each finger. "Yes, we can. We will." Brendan lowered his head back to her mouth, kissing away her protests. Against his chest, he felt the soft swells of her breasts. Needing to see her, feel her, all of her, he lifted his head and worshipped her beauty with his love filled stare.
Baring her braless breast to his waiting hungry eyes. "Beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse with need. He scooped one full mound into the palm of his hand then lowered his head. Reverently, he kissed the pink bud, first with his mouth then by sweeping his tongue over the firm, beaded tip. She arched her back to give him better access.
Her chest rose beneath him and her soft whimper wrapped him in silken threads, binding him to her. His need for her grew and he moved to her other breast, then he buried his head between the generous mounds and inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her scent and warmth.
Lost in a sea of incredible sensations, Caroline threaded her fingers through Brendan's dark hair, holding him to her breasts, lifting herself to encourage him to continue his fondling. Whether it was his fingers kneading her or his warm mouth drawing her aching nipples inside to suckle with urgent need or his tongue snaking out to tease her sensitive flesh, Caroline was on fire. Gone were her previous worries. They could think about the future tomorrow.
Her heart pounded furiously, her skin flushed with heat and need as her son ignited her passions. His palm slid down her belly, and he lifted his head. With eyes glazed with need, his fingers found that hidden budding part of her that swelled beneath his touch. Her hips lifted and she pulled him to her, claiming his lips in a kiss that demanded as well as gave. The pressure from his fingers on her clit caused a moan to escape between their lips.
Caroline felt a tide of passion cresting within her. She pulled her lips from his, but kept her hands wrapped in his hair as need swept her into another world.
Brendan bent his head and nuzzled her neck. "Open for me mom." He increased the pressure of his rotations and stroked faster. "Allow me in."
"Yes," Caroline cried. "Oh, yes." Thought fled as need took over. There was nothing else, only him, only them. Lightening flashed and her body shook with pleasure, seeking an end yet wanting it to go on forever. She wasn't prepared for the loss of control as she found her release in her own lighting storm of color.
Slightly embarrassed by her reaction, she kept her eyes closed and concentrated on calming her ragged breathing, but Brendan had other plans. Encouraging her to part her thighs wider, he slid one finger, then two, deep inside her. Sensitive to his touch, she arched her back. He withdrew his fingers. She moaned in protest. With her eyes locked on his, he brought his fingers to his mouth he sucked her juices. Lowering his mouth to hers he shared her essence. She marveled at her son's sweet desire for her body. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, as a wave of thunder clapped overhead.
Brendan moved over her, settled his thighs between hers. His moan joined hers. "I need you. All of you." He spoke the words against her mouth and slid his throbbing cock into her soaking pussy where moments ago, his fingers had stroked. She was sweetly tight. She spread her thighs to allow him greater entrance. Their body's hummed and sang as the room ignited with heavenly warmth wrapping them in a silky embrace.
Caroline felt his velvet smooth cock slid deep within her womb, throbbing in time to her own racing heartbeat. She moved against him, oblivious to all but the aching need to touch and be touched by him. The friction of him sliding inside of her slick wet pussy sent shivers of delight through her. She tightened the walls of her pussy around his throbbing cock and marveled at his size as she lifted her legs around his waist and let him ride her to his own release.
Brendan supported his weight on his hands and threw his head back as if the contact were too much. Glancing up at him, seeing the look of passion mingling with need, Caroline realized she couldn't live with out him. She needed him as her lover. Heady with the knowledge, she reached between them and slid her fingers down his chest, over his flat belly to their groans where his dark curls blended with her reddish ones. As he stroked in and out of her moist lips, she halted his movement and caressed the tip of his velvety smooth cock.
The pressure built. More. She needed more. "This is—it feels—"
"Right, perfectly right." He took a ragged breath, "A perfect match," and then claimed her lips once more, his tongue thrusting in time to their hips. It was exquisite, pleasuring his mother, understanding when her body whimpered or raged with need. Never would he have imaged such feeling such beauty as they joined in the secret ritual of forbidden lovers, a tale not told, and hidden from mankind.
Caroline grabbed hold of him as her body began the incredible ascent for the second time, but before she found release, Brendan lifted himself from her and settled himself on his calves between her thighs. She felt the tip of his cock probe at the junction between her legs. She moaned, feeling as though she stood at the brink of something incredible. Tightening her hold on his shoulders, she pulled him to her. Her hands roamed from his sweat-slick back down to his smooth ass.
Caroline could see a look of pure anguish etched on his features as rapid lightening lit the room. "I need to have you, mom. Seasons come and go, let this be our new season. Let me cum inside you. Is this what you want?" He needed to know before he released his seed deep inside her, praying she was fertile.
"Yes," she whispered and braced herself for their new future she knew would follow. Beneath her fingers, his ass tightened and with one quick, smooth thrust, he slid deep into her, making them one. Thunder roared above them and nature rejoiced as they united as one.
Her nails dug into him and she gave herself over to him. Murmuring soft words of love, he bent his head to her breasts and held himself still. Slowly, she became aware of the familiar sweet pulsing rhythm of her son's cock within her. He threw his head back. "Move with me, as one." He pulled out then inched his way back inside. His need to heal themselves from their past was gone. All he wanted now was the future they would have together.
Understanding their new connection, Caroline followed where he lead. With each slow stroke, passion built, his thrusts grew harder, deeper until their needs burned as equals. The throbbing centered where they were joined and grew, intensifying with each stroke, driving her further toward the pinnacle of pleasure she knew awaited.
"Now, join me." Brendan's features contorted. Lightening flash illuminating their sweat glistened bodies and thunder roared as Brendan moved with one final, deep thrust, releasing and splashing his seed and coating her womb, as a singular sperm brought life deep within his mother's womb, promising them a new season of love as scorching flames of passion rippled through them, sending them soaring high on a tide of blissful surrender, their orgasm ebbed and flowed around them as they gently cascaded down into a wondrous satisfying bliss.
Hours later, Caroline sighed and nuzzled her cheek against his chest. She noticed the storm had stopped. "It's over."Brendan stopped stroking her golden red curls and tipped her chin. "No, it's just beginning. I love you, mom."
Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck. "As I love you, son."
Nature rejoiced at the new life waiting to be revealed deep within her womb.
Kristen walked along the mountains edge and noticed birds circling in the distance above the hill tops. She marveled at their beauty and gracefulness. "I would have never thought camping could be so beautiful. I'm glad I came along." She noticed the chill in the air as the wind picked up, reaching down she picked up her sweater and pulled it on. Turning she thought she heard the soft rhythm of drums beating from over the mountains to the west. "Those clouds in the distance look a little on the wild side, do you think we will be okay tonight out in the open?"
Lifting his head Dustin watched as the wind played with his mother's golden blonde hair. His gaze wondered over her body he noticed the slight rise in her breast as she pulled the sweater on hugging her curves. He wondered if he would ever have the courage to ask her to fulfill his desires. Maybe it was wrong to even approach the topic.
Straightening he walked over to where his mother stood on the bluff. Following her line of sight he saw the ominous pregnant clouds approaching them from the west. "Those don't look promising. I know of a cabin that is free to wondering visitors. We can head south from here, but we'll have to eventually turn west again. We may not make it in time before we get hit by the down pour."
"As long as you're leading the way, then everything should be okay." Kristen knew her son would lead them safely down to the cabin, so she followed him to their packed things and walked closely as they headed down the dirt path through the forest.
When they finally turned heading west leading to the cabin the wind howled and whipped around them, the rain poured in sheets soaking their clothes. Kristen stumbled and fell losing her backpack in the process. The mud sucked her shoes as she tried to stand.
Realizing his mother was having a hard time standing, Dustin snaked his arm around her waist lifting her 120 pound body up with a quick jerk, her shoes slid from her feet sticking in the muddy path. Wrapping both arms around her he pressed her head in the crook of his neck, protecting her face from the rains abuse, holding her body so close to his ignited within him the desire to possess and care for her. With her legs wrapped around his waist he pushed forward through the storm towards the cabin. The tempo of the wind and rain falling amongst the trees surged through his veins increasing his heart rhythm pumping his blood faster drawing from within him an animalistic instinctive need to protect and mate.
The wind lashed out stopping the pair's progress. Dustin knew that he needed shelter fast. Spotting a low hanging canopy of branches woven together he readjusted his mother's 5'9" frame and lowered his head to advert the torrent of rain that hammered his face.
Kristen was shocked that her son could move so steadily while carrying her. Unable to walk without her shoes upon the muddy ground she felt helpless in his arms. Feeling the cold rain whip into her back she pressed her face closer to her son's neck.
Branches caught on her sweater, ripping and tearing it, Kristen wanted to scream out from the pain as the bushes assaulted her, she unknowingly bit down on her son's shoulder.
Dustin felt a jolt of pain and a slight tingle of pleasure shoot threw him as he crouched under the canopy. "Mom, are you okay?" He asked afraid there was something wrong, he pulled her head up and noticed her chattering teeth.
"My...my...back. The...branches have...scratched me. How....much further?" She stammered pushing her head back down on his shoulder.
"It's just over the next rising, but I can't carry my backpack and make it. The added weight from the rain is slowing me down. I can carry you all the way. I'll just have to take off anything that collects rain." He said standing her up. "Can you remove your jeans? We'll come back for everything once the storm passes." Sitting down he dropped the backpack and pulled his jeans off.
Kristen looked down at her twenty-one year old son, she was happy he knew what needed to be done. Raising him alone after his dead-beat father ran out on her before he was born had been challenging. She wiggled out of her pants hoping that she wouldn't be too heavy for him. She thought about her sweater and pulled it off tossing it to the ground. She prayed the cabin had good blankets, because at the rate she was losing clothes she would be naked by the time they made it.
Standing up Dustin noticed his mother stood before him in nothing but her t-shirt, panties, and muddy socks, with her hair plastered to her head rain dripped and pooled on her eyelashes. Her pink lips looked succulent and puffy from her pressing and rubbing them against his neck. He craved the sight of them, wondering what they would feel like pressed against his lips. He could make out her perky nipples through her shirt and as well as the bumpy areola surrounding them, as the cold air made her body shiver she crossed her arms under her breast pushing them up unknowingly allowing him to feast his eyes on their magnificent curves.
Feeling an over powering desire to posses and ravish her body, he stepped forward pulling her wet body against his and sliding his hands down her back cupping them under her ass checks aggressively. Raising her to her toes, he pressed her panty clad crouch against his throbbing cock. Blood rushed through his veins drowning out the down pour of rain as she stared up at him with questions forming in her eyes from his sexual exploration of her body.
Kristen was shocked at her son's touch, but when she looked up at him she marveled at the hunger evident in his expression. Never before had she seen such open desire. She basked in the glow of passion that her son poured over her with his eyes.
"Dustin..." Placing a finger over her lips, Dustin lowered his head to her ear.
"You're too sexy for me not to touch you. I need you not to say anything until we make it to the cabin. We can discuss what happens under this canopy when we make it there." Dustin murmured, and then brushed his lips across her rain streaked checks on their journey to her lips, finding them he licked them open and dipped his tongue into her stunned mouth. She closed her eyes as his tongue explored every corner of her mouth, leaving her wanting more as he lifted his mouth from hers.
Tightening his grip on her ass he parted her checks and pulled her closer to his groan. Gently he rubbed her across the front of his soaking boxer shorts. His cock throbbing with need, back and forth, he rubbed her mound, watching as her head lulled and rolled from side to side. Kristen's eyes closed as she tried to understand why her son was promising such exquisite pleasure, she was torn between what her mind told her was wrong and her body's craving need for his touch. The rhythm of the wind and rain blowing through the trees urged her to choose the pleasure and magic of this moment.
Dropping her head back Kristen released her control as the rain sang to her. Her son's coaxing and caressing was driving her wild. She stood on her toes and gripped his shoulders, her breathing increased and her chest tightened.
Releasing her hold on him, he stepped back, "We will have to go, but first I need a taste?" Pushing her panties down, he kneeled before her. Lifting each foot removing her soaks and tossing her panties away he gently spread her legs apart.
Regaining some control, Kristen reached out and grabbed her son's wet hair pulling his face away from his journey to her pussy. "STOP," she screamed through the storm raging around her. "We can't. I can't allow you to do this. It's so, so wrong."
Lifting his hands to hers he dislodged their grip. Not taking his eyes off his target, he held her hands in one of his, pulling her forward he laid his head against her soaked t-shirt just over his waiting treat.
"Baby, baby please, I'm...I'm your mother." She stammered as she felt his fingers explore her hair covered mound.
"You...you...have to quit." Kristen dropped her head down to watch as her son found her clit. Spreading her pussy lips apart he stared and inhaled her sweet fragrance, then dipped his head forward. "Dustin, baby don't...Oh, baby." Her knees buckled and pressed against his shoulders as his tongue stroked her.
Kristen tightened her stomach as he continued to lick her clit adding a little more pressure each time. It was painful not to give into his probing. Gusts of wind pressed her forward urging her to submit to his touch.
"Relax." She heard him say as he adjusted his face between her legs. His eyes where buried in her hairy mound as the bridge of his nose pressed up into her clit, he drove his tongue into her cum oozing pussy.
She shuttered at his first contact to her inner lips. He released her hands and they snaked back to his head but this time she pressed his face more firmly to her.
Kristen thought of the rain around their canopy and how as the wind blew whipped in on them. She adjusted her stance to protect his head as he lapped at her juices.
Water ran from the branches overhead gliding down her back cascading over her bare ass. Dustin lifted his hands and rubbed them upward over her thighs. Running one hand underneath her to explore between her ass checks, as the other hand found its way beneath her shirt upward towards her braless breast.
Kristen widened her stance over his face as he scooted them backward so they could be more protected from the torrent of rain around them. Bumping his feet against the tree trunk he noticed that the ground was less wet and was covered with softer grass beneath them. Dustin knew they would never make it to the cabin.
With his hands exploring her body Kristen moaned, she felt his left hand find her left breast pinching and pulling the nipple between his middle and index fingers as he palmed the breast and squeezed it with the rest of his hand. She let out a little whimper as his thick index finger of his right hand found her rain slicked ass hole and pushed its way in. The unexpected invasion causing her to tighten her butt checks and squeeze down on her son's probing tongue in her pussy.
Knowing she needed to relax or she would smoother him, she released a hand from his hair and pressed it to the tree trunk to support her weight all the time wishing that she had more control over the situation, but his attack on her pussy was too exquisite to relinquish.
Sensing her relaxing on his face, Dustin picked up his attack. Licking and stroking the inner lips and then plunging back into her pussy: opening, sucking, and lapping as her juices ran. Pressing his nose against her clit he gently rubbed and sucked her to her orgasm.
Reaching her point of pleasure, Kristen dropped her hand from the tree gripping his head with both hands again. "Uuuugggghhhh," she screamed as she bucked back and forth on his face as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Dustin gripped her ass with both hands, sucking on her clit as her juices ran down his chin. Moving his mouth over her inner lips latching on he lapped up and drank from her flowing fountain.
Completely spent from her son's attack on her pussy, Kristen slumped over his head, she felt him gently pull her down to rest on her knees in front of him. Cupping one hand in her hair he pulled her head to the side and kissed her lips, "So, sweet," he murmured plunging his tongue into her mouth. Unable to do anything as she tried to recover her breathing, his assault was erotic as she tasted her juices from his mouth.
Limply she raised a hand to her hair, pulling her lips from his she wiped her wet hair over his face cleaning up her cum from his forehead, his eyes and down his checks and over his chin. Dropping her hair she felt him nudge her arms up to remove her soaked shirt. Dustin grinned as she realized she could have used their clothes to clean his face. After she relinquished the garment, he laid her down on the soft bed of grass.
Laying there gazing up through sleep heavy lids, she watched as her son removed his t-shirt and boxer shorts. Kristen's body was spent, but she could tell her son was egger to continue. Rising up on one arm she brought her other hand up to stop his progress forward.
"Dustin we can't go any further. We've already done too much." Kristen said watching as his muscles in his chest rippled as he restrained himself from leaping on top of her. His biceps bulged as he lend over her. Helpless to stop the sexual power she saw racing through her son, she lay back down and stared wantonly up into his beautiful tiger lily golden brown eyes.
"Why, Dustin? When you could have any woman you desired." She needed to know his reasoning behind this sexual need for her, his mother.
Gazing down at her splendor laid out before him, his eye roamed over her body like a tiger stocking its prey. Her creamy vanilla skin glowed upon the lush vibrant emerald green grass. Her breasts still full after so many years waited passionately for her sons loving touch. Dustin reached a hand out and skimmed his fingers over the barely visible stretch marks along her stomach. Kristen shivered at his feather light touch.
"For all my life you have taken care of me. And I love you for it. When I finally reached my teenage years I started to fantasize about sleeping with women on a daily bases." Dustin grinned, thinking that it was more like minute by minute. Sliding his mother toward him through the damp grass he draped her thighs over his. Taking her hands he enter laced his fingers through hers, giving them a gentle squeeze before laying their joined hands on her thighs. He noticed that the rain had subsided some and he could have sworn he heard the wind softly whistling through the trees, humming a sweet melody.
"After going off to college, experimenting with different women was just a waste of time. Every woman had to resemble you, but not a single one gave me the same satisfaction. Talking to them lacked the same stimulating conversation that you always provided." Dustin shifted forward slowly allowing the tip of his cock to lightly brush against her pussy.
"That doesn't mean we should make love. I'm glad that you find me beautiful and interesting, but eventually there will be a woman who will be that special someone." As she spoke the touch from his cock got her to unknowingly respond by spreading her thighs wider. Dustin noticed the movement as she spoke. Moving in closer he noticed that the tip of his cock had slipped through her outer lips and was pressing against her inner lips, glancing up he saw she was unaware that her body was responding to his touch. He pressed forward and watched in amazement as her inner lips gently sucked his seed that dripped from the head of his cock. Loving the feel of her pussy softly sucking on him was mind blowing. Her pussy lips where puffy from his earlier attention to them, they quickened at his presences.
"Mom, I know this may sound hard to believe, but I've been in love with the woman I want to be with for a very long time. The one woman in the world I most desire is lying before me." Raising and bending forward he spread her thighs wide and pushed inside her tight welcoming pussy, taking her breath away.
Arching her back at the unexpected visitor, she gripped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin. "Oh...oh...oh...David," she gasped as he stretched her wide. Halting he washed as she closed her eyes as her body adjusted to his width.
"I haven't made love since you where born. I...can...can...feel every vain in your cock. My god, you...I...YOU..." Kristen was unable to finish as her son started to gently stroke his mom's pussy driving deeper each time.
Her chest tightened as the pleasure built, she was unsure of what to do with her legs so she brought them up to hug his sides. She could feel her throat tighten as he dug deeper into her urging her hips to match his thrust. Tears filled her eyes as emotion after emotion washed over her. She was scared over what they were doing, happy that her son loved her so. She was in shock that she wanted this moment never to end, and she knew she never wanted it to end. Finally she was worried that they had to return to their previous lives and forget that the storm allowed them to reveal their secret desires. She knew she needed to tell him her own secrets before the night was over.
As he worked his hips back and forth urging them closer to their exploding union, Kristen spoke with a tear choked voice, "I...oh god...I have always wanted to bring you happiness. As you got older...you turned into such a loving son...and a caring gentleman. I never would have thought you...felt the same way I did." Dustin halted holding himself still deep within her womb as she revealed her hearts secret.
"It hurt when you left...for college. You talked so often about...the new girls you were dating. I would cry...at night thinking I might be...losing you. When you came home that second summer from college...I feel in love with you." Unable to hold back any longer he slowly resumed his strokes. Their eyes locked as their hips met and rocked upon the grass.
"When you went back to school...I didn't know what was...wrong with me. I just knew that I wanted you around more then I ever thought possible...and when you came home for Christmas, I rejoiced...and felt sorrow at the same time because I knew then that...I could never make love to the man I most wanted."
Dustin dug deep into her pussy pressing himself hard against her womb as she spoke her last statement. He held her eyes and lowered his lips to hers kissing her as gently as possible, then withdrawing his throbbing cock, he thrust forward fucking her harder and deeper then she thought possible, each stroke was his promise never to leave. Her pussy answered his strokes by clinching down with her velvet smooth walls promising to always be his.
"Uugghh. Mom, I've waited so long to hear those words. We can and we will be together. I'll never leave your side again."
Kristen arched her back up off the ground sliding her feet down into the grass, she gripped his biceps and threw her head back allowing her golden blonde hair to drag beneath her mingling with the emerald green grass connecting mother nature to mother, as her son reared back, pressing his arms against the sides of her body, fingers curled securely in the grass, knees planted firmly upon the ground as he fucked into her clenching pussy walls as her body pulled and pleaded her son's cock to release his life giving seed. The wind whipped and spun around them never touching the new lovers as it cocooned their union and embraced its newest harvested womb.
He dropped his head to her neck to return the bite she had given to him earlier as he slammed into her sending them cascading upward and over riding their orgasms. She hollered out as she felt her son's vibrating cock pump his seed deep within her womb, bringing two new lovers together as one.
Clasping as one they slept underneath Mother Nature's lush vibrant green canopy with the rain slowly tapping its renewal rhythm in the trees. The lovers lay wrapped in each others embrace born again with the dawning of the morning sun.
Linda screamed into the rain, hollering her hatred for her ex-husband. How could he take everything she has? How does he have the right to take her ranch? Spinning around she looked across her land. For generations the ranch had belonged to her family. Now she would be losing it to that no-account jack-ass.
Falling to her knees, she screamed and screamed as her tears ran down her face falling and blending with the rain. Pounding the ground with her fist, she begged the land to help her save what she treasured, not to lose where her family toiled long hours and loved for hundreds of years.
"Please, please help me?" Linda wailed, knowing that her efforts where in vain. She collapsed her head in her hands, her body shock with each jerking sob. Curling up into a ball she laid under the storming skies, praying that she could become one with the land, so she would never part from her home.
"Where's my mother?" Kent yelled through the house, shaking off the rain from his Stetson.
Margaret jumped as his voice boomed and shook the rafters.
"I can't find her, sir," she said, hurrying over to where he stood. "After your father called she ran from the house in tears."
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. He knew his father was ruthless, but he never knew he would stoop this low. Calling his mother was just what his father would have done to frighten her.
Kent grinned, knowing his father was receiving a call this evening informing him he had no rights to the ranch.
Kent's grandfather knew that Jerold was no good, after getting Linda pregnant when she was sixteen; he had instead left the ranch to his grandson. His grandmother had kept it a secret, waiting on the day that Jerold would show his true colors. Now that Whispering Wind Ranch belonged to Kent, his family's heritage could continue.
"I'm going to head out towards the stables. I need you to get her room ready--I'm sure I'll find her there." Kent said, slamming his cowboy hat back on his head. He was glad he didn't take off his rain slicker. Stepping fast through the house, his boots echoed off the walls.
Thunder roared outside. Kent felt chills run down his back. He could tell something was different with this storm. It felt as if it was calling to him.
Kent could see one of the horses running free in the coral. Hopping over the fence he reined the horse in, hoping that there wouldn't be another thunder clap to spook the horse. Safely securing the horse within his stall, Kent scanned the stables for his mother. Not seeing her he walked back out, turning to the right, and heading out to the fields. He spotted his mother lying curled in a ball.
Cursing, he ran over to where she lay and scooped her up in his arms. "Fool woman, what the hell were you thinking? Don't you know you mean more to me then any inheritance?" He yelled over the thundering rain.
"You don't owe this ranch your life," he screamed down at her shaking form.
Lightning flashed across the sky striking the ground in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. Knowing that he needed to get to the house fast, he hesitated, hearing a faint chant over the roar of the rain. He noticed the wind had changed directions. He shoved through the down-pouring rain; the wind pushed him forward nearly tripping him.
"Margaret do you have her room ready?" Kent said, stumbling into the house. Regaining his footing he noticed Margaret held a large towel. He suddenly felt possessive, he found her, and he wanted to keep her.
"Leave it. I'll take care of my mother. Head on home to your family before this storm gets any worse." Shouting over his shoulder, Kent quickly headed down the hall to his mother's bedroom.
"Yes, sir," Margaret said, sliding on her raincoat.
Margaret thought it was very romantic how Kent was cradling Linda in his arms, rescuing her, her hero. She knew how this scene would end in one of her romance novels, a beautifully satisfying fuck, joining two souls as one. If only Kent wasn't Linda's son, then she could feel the sexual passion that a man like him possessed. Linda needed a strong protective man like Kent in her life.
Striding into his mother's bedroom, Kent gently stood her bedside her iron bathtub. After removing her clothes, he stripped his clothing from his body and sat behind her adding his own body heat to warm her shivering body in the water.
Lying back against his chest, Linda starred blankly at the dressing mirror. All she could think of was how she had lost her son's inheritance.
"Why would he want Whispering Wind?" Linda whimpered. "He never liked it here. He once told me he preferred city life." Linda said, bringing her hands up and covering her face.
"I'm sorry," she wailed, "I fought so hard to keep this place. Your grandfather never wanted me to marry your father. Once he mentioned Jerold was too heartless to understand what it meant to take care of the land. I know that now, but it's too late to change the past."
Pausing she brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "I just don't know if I would want to change the past. It would mean not having you, and you are the best thing he ever gave me."
Reaching up she gently caressed her son's cheek, as it dawned on her how intimately close they sat, "I must admit if you weren't my son, this would be totally romantic." Smiling she laid her head down on his chest. Bringing his arms around her chest, she gave them a gentle squeeze.
Kent could feel his heart leap at her words. Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes against the pain of not being able to live his life the way he wanted. He was a man of the land, his grandfather had always taught him that he could work hard and have what he wanted, but he knew what he wanted was the one thing he couldn't have.
Throwing caution to the wind he knew he had to ask her. Lifting his hands from around her shoulders, he stroked her arms hesitantly. Meeting her gaze in the mirror he pleaded with his eyes.
"Mom, will you let me?"
Sliding a hand down her body, he watched as her eyes widened. Cupping his left palm over her pussy, using his index finger, he slowly flicked his finger in and out of her pussy lips, allowing the water to suck in and out of her cunt.
Surprised by his question, she was lost for words when he started to stroke her so intimately.
"I...um..."
Linda's eyes were mesmerized by the scene she saw reflected back at her. Her body wrapped in between her son's long tan legs, his right hand cupping and playing with her breasts, his left arm lying between her thighs as he played with her pussy.
Leaning her blonde head back on his shoulder, "We can't," was her simple reply.
Kent wasn't surprised she had readily answered his question, "Why, not?"
He needed to know her reason.
She understood her body wanted his touch, but her mind screamed that this was wrong.
"I love you. But you're my son," she complained softly, closing her eyes to the tender torment of his increasingly intimate caresses. Linda trembled as she tried to pull Kent's hand from between her legs.
"I'm a man," he corrected huskily, enfolding her body in his arms and legs, allowing her to feel the strength of his need, gently he nudged his cock between her ass checks, "Why can't that be enough for you, Linda?"
As she opened her mouth to protest, Kent covered her lips with his. It was a deep, drugging kiss, and when he finally lifted his head, all Linda could manage was a long shuddering breath.
"Sometimes you have to go where the wind blows you." Kent whispered above her lips.
He knew she had fought hard for the ranch. She had yelled, screamed and cried over losing it, but when it came down to it, he knew she loved him more then she did the ranch. He saw the raw, answering desire in her wide, frightened eyes.
"I love you." He whispered against her mouth.
Linda was teetering on the brink of insanity, struggling to overcome the primitive responses created by the feel of his warm, hard body pressing against hers. Pulling away she stood and stepped from the tub.
Stepping out, not wanting to wait to dry off, Kent rushed to her, picking her up and spinning her around in his arms with his face buried in her soft breast. While sucking on a nipple, Kent could feel her body trembling against his; he could feel the wild beating of her heart. Even as he pressed his advantage, he sought to reassure her.
"Oh, Kent that feels so good," she moaned, as he rubbed and licked her breasts.
Relinquishing his hold on her nipple with a soft, wet plop, he slid her smooth crotch down to his erect cock.
"Spread your legs, but don't wrap them around my waist." Kent directed, adjusting her legs to drape over his thighs. He slid her pussy, back and forth, spreading her lips along his rock hard cock.
"Uuuummmm, you're so thick." Linda murmured, gently pulling on his bottom lip with her teeth, while he rubbed his cock through her cunt juices, coating his shaft.
Linda pushed aside all thoughts of stopping him, giving into what her heart wanted, but she never had the courage to admit-wanting him as her lover, her man.
Carrying her over to the armless chair, Kent sat down then held her waist up away from his lap. He thought of how once they started to live as man and wife, he wanted everything that came along with it, children and all. Stroking her legs he knew he needed her at her strongest, he couldn't have her as beat down as he had seen her tonight, if they planned on going forward. He hesitated at continuing.
Looking down at her son, Linda smiled and draped her golden, blonde hair around their heads. She stared into his green eyes.
"I promise to always love you, and to always be your lover. To hell with this ranch-all I need is you." Bending down she thrust her tongue into his mouth sealing her promise.
Letting her words coarse through his body, he pulled his mouth from hers. Staring in her blue eyes, he yanked her down on his steel hard cock.
"Everything's mine." He roared as she yelped from the unexpected force of his entrance.
Holding her steady, he gave her time to adjust to his size, "Why?" she gasped.
His statement hit her as she started to move her hips in small circles, enjoying the feeling of riding her son, "What do you mean Everything's yours?" she said placing her hands on his shoulders, helping him, as his hands on her waist tightened, sliding her up and down, stroking his cock in and out of her wet pussy.
Pulling her up to the tip then sliding her down again, "Let me begin with the what," pausing he kissed her neck. "Grandfather left the ranch to me."
Linda moved her hips slowly hypnotized by his slow stroking, half listening to his words, she didn't care that it was her son softly kissing her and stroking his cock into her ripe womb, he wanted her and loved her, that's all that mattered. Raising his hand, she slowly sucked on his thumb, matching his strokes.
"Grandma Lou-Ann just didn't tell anyone," he murmured, " When dad up and left, thinking that he could wrestle the ranch right from under you, she knew she had him right were she wanted him." Kent removed his thumb and increased his thrusts, lifting and lowering her in a steady rhythm, watching as she tried to control her breathing unsuccessfully.
Rubbing his hand up her silky back, he forced her to arch backward. Picking up one breast in each hand, he jiggled her large breasts, watching as the fleshy breasts swayed. Lowering his mouth he sucked hard on the top of her right breast, raising his head he licked his tongue over the mark he left. Bringing the left breast to his mouth, he sucked and licked it from her hard nipple outward in a circular direction, changing between breasts until both breasts were dripping wet.
Linda shivered from the sweet torture his mouth and tongue showered upon her.
Kent slid his hand up into her hair to steady her eyes on his, so she could understand his explanation for why he entered her so forcefully.
"When I saw you out there in that field..." he paused as he relived the sight of her curled-up on the ground. "I was angry. If I hadn't found you as soon as I had, your ass would have laid there and died, drowning over this ranch." Picking up his strokes he forced her to keep her eyes on his.
"I need you strong, like you were before the divorce. I want children. They're going to need a strong mother, just like you were when I was growing up." Halting his thrusts he lifted her off his cock, she moaned in protest.
Standing he picked her up and laid her in bed, kneeling between her legs he positioned his cock at her entrance.
"You scared me tonight. I don't ever want to see you like that again. You mean too much to me." Linda braced for another forceful entrance, but cooed when he slid into her lovingly.
"Mom, do you understand me? "
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, yes, yes."
Linda moaned, as her son's strokes lifted her hips from the bed. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she matched him stroke for stroke. Cooing and meowing, she relished knowing that it was her son's strong cock pushing in and out of her pussy.
Opening the front door Margaret and Grandma Lou-Ann walked into the house, soaking wet.
"We have some towels and change of clothes in the guestrooms. I'm glad I spotted you on the side of the road. I'm sure Kent can have your flat tire fixed in the morning." Margaret said, leading the way down the hall.
"Oh, god yes...baby that feels so good." Linda moaned loudly through her bedroom door. The women stopped as Linda's voice rang out, they stood still listening. "Mom, I love you. I...need...you." Kent panted.
"Yeesss, Kent. Uuuummmm...Right there baby...Uuuummmm. Damn! You're so thick. Uuuummmm, Perfect!"
The bed squeaked and banged against the wall.
"Spread your legs wider, I need to go deeper. Uuuggghhh, that's it mom. Just like that. So tight and smooth, damn, damn, damn." The force of his thrusts continued to knock loudly against the wall.
"Kent move faster, yes...Uuunnnnn...yes...Uuunnnnn...yes, go deeper baby. Dig...down...harder," Linda gasped between breathes.
"Uuuggghhh, mom...Linda do that again, make your pussy suck my cock again. Oh, oh, oh, just like that. Uuuggghhh, that feels so damn good!"
Margaret smiled as she listened. She glanced over at Grandma Lou-Ann as she stepped towards the door. Pulling on her arm, Margaret was too late as Lou-Ann pushed the door open slightly to gaze in.
Linda's legs were banging against Kent's ass as he pumped in his mother's cunt rapidly, rocking the bed with each thrust. He lowered his head to her breasts, sucking and pulling each nipple in his mouth, releasing and then reattaching his mouth just to repeat the cycle again.
Lou-Ann gasped, as she watched and listened, feeling dizzy from what she viewed.
"Is that my daughter and her son, my grandson, in there making love? Fucking like jackrabbits?" Whispering, not wanting to let the lovers know they were in the house, not wanting to turn away, Lou-Ann questioned Margaret with doubt and surprise in her eyes.
"Yes ma'am. That would be your daughter and grandson in there making love." Margaret said, trying to watch the new lovers herself.
"Linda was in tears after that jack-ass of an ex-husband called. Kent found her outside and carried her soaking wet body into the house. He told me to go home and leave everything to him. He had that look in his eyes, which said he was going to straighten this mess out. I'm guessing he did." Margaret said, as low as she could without breaking into laughter, she felt such joy for them.
It didn't matter to her that they were mother and son. Those two were meant to make beautiful love, and would have gorgeous children. She knew that their love would be even stronger, because they were family.
Lou-Ann turned back to the door and looked in with Margaret. The women were amazed at the couple in bed together. Lou-Ann knew that Kent had been angry when he had come over to her house earlier in the day. When she showed him his grandfather's will, it was as if his world had changed. He told her he could now claim what was his. He got on the phone and called his lawyer immediately.
She smiled at thinking that she would have never thought he meant claiming her daughter, his mother. Never had Lou-Ann thought that her strict daughter would let her son fuck her. A slow smile kissed her lips. She was actually happy. She knew that their family would be surviving this storm.
The storm slowed to a soft tapping against the window pain. Everyone present was mesmerized by the sexual intensity flowing through the room.
"Uuuggghhh...Yes, Kent. Damn. Uuuummmm. Deeper, baby go deeper." Linda moaned as she arched, giving her twenty-one year old son greater access to her breasts. She clawed her nails into his back, while he pumped harder.
"Damn, baby, wider, spread your legs wider. That's it. Uuunnnnn." Kent groaned, thrusting harder lifting Linda's hips off the bed with each thrust forward.
"Fuck...fuck, me harder." Linda moaned, meeting each of her son's strokes with her hips.
Rocking and moving as one, they kissed passionately not wanting the other to miss out on such intense pleasure.
Noticing that his mother's head was hitting the headboard with each thrust, Kent rolled over pushing her up, forcing her to spread her legs wide as she straddled him.
Liking her new position even more, Linda pressed her hands down on his abs, forcing her hips back and forth, riding him like a bucking bronco.
"Uuuggghhh," moaned Linda, tossing her golden, blonde hair.
Grabbing his mom's breasts, Kent pushed her up straighter, increasing the intense pleasure they shared between her thighs. Moving his right hand down to her clit, he gently rubbed, forcing Linda to grind harder against his hand.
"I'm about to cum, mom." Kent said, watching his mother's breasts bounce up and down, her head thrown back, and her hips grinding her pussy on his throbbing cock.
"I know baby, I know. I can feel you growing inside my pussy." Linda dug her hips down harder, opening wider, feeling her son's cum build, traveling up and expanding his cock wider, forcing her pussy to stretch even further around his thick cock. Moving faster, she dropped her head forward, squeezing her thighs tight to his, clamping her pussy muscles around his cock, squeezing and milking it of its seed.
"FUCK, YEAH!" Kent roared as he grabbed his mother's big ass with one palm squeezing it roughly, threading his other hand through her hair, wrapping her hair around his hand, pulling her down to his chest, he held her against his thundering heart.
Palming her ass, he pumped it up and down on his cock, hard and slow: one...two...three...four strong, and forceful times, pushing upward into her velvety, smooth pussy, he released his seed into her ripe womb, coating it with shot, after shot, after shot of hot, creamy cum.
Uuuggghhh...yeeessss. Damn baby, YEEESSSS!" Linda screamed as she felt her son's hand push down on her ass, rubbing her clit against his groan, pushing her over the edge, while he released his hot load. She rode him hard as her orgasm coursed through her body.
Collapsing on top of her son's chest, Linda felt her clit continue to spasm with small quick pulses, her son's cum seeping out around their joined bodies. She clutched his shoulders, raining kisses along his chest as her body tried to recover.
Kent stroked her back lovingly. Pulling her tight to him, he whispered, "I'll give you five minutes to recoup, then we start again." Pressing his lips to hers, he sealed her gaping shocked mouth.
While he palmed and kneaded her ass with both hands, they felt his cock rise again. Forgetting the five minutes, Kent started to slowly pump her ass up and down, stroking his hard cock in and out of her pussy again.
Linda smiled into their kiss as she thought of the children they would have together, their little feet running around the house.
"Well, I can keep a secret if you can." Grandma Lou-Ann said, pulling her eyes from her children, folding Margaret's hand in the bend of her arm, giving it a quick pat as she grinned at their shared secret.
"Yes, ma'am," taking one last glance at the lovers kissing and stroking each other's bodies. "Yes, ma'am, I can." Margaret said, to the happy grandmother as they entered the guestroom.
"How many grandchildren or maybe I should say great-grandbabies do you think I'm going to get?" she said laughingly. Who would've thought her babies would be making babies together?
"By the way they are going at it, a whole bunch," Margaret laughed, hearing the moaning, and knocking against the walls start-up again, thankful she was finally going to get a house full of children to feed.