Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Be advised that the story contains descriptions of incestuous fantasies and relationships Story codes: FF, Fm, inc, bon -"--------------------------------------- The Innocents Part One by meinaru -"---------------------------------------- Hello, Mrs. Pradesh. I'm Joanne, and this is my son Andrew." Mrs. Pradesh smiled and glanced at her visitors. Joanne was a tall, forty-year old blonde clad in t-shirt and shorts that only emphasised her perfect figure. Her son was quite attractive too. And quite young. "How old is your son?", asked Mrs. Pradesh. "Oh, he just turned eighteen." "Would you mind if I invited you to a... tea? This evening?" "Oh, we would be delighted. Wouldn't we, Andrew?" But the lad didn't seem too excited with the prospect. "See you this evening, then." As they walked away, Andrew glanced at his mother with concern. "This is a new neighborhood. We shouldn't be that trusting with strangers." "Oh, honey, you're always so suspicious." "But mom, I've heard... stories..." "What stories?" "Of rituals taking place in their house. Of chanting and - screams..." "Andrew, these are just urban legends. Ignore them." * Mrs. Pradesh - actually Venelai Satra, shut the door behind her and smiled with glee. Like every Darksider, she was psychic, and while Joanne and Andrew stood at her door, looking oh-so-innocent, she could read their not-so-innocent thoughts. She knew that each and every night Joanne, filled with shame, would lock herself in her bedroom, strip naked and stand before the mirror, admiring her body, so perfect for her age, and then a little nasty thought would creep in her mind: would my son like it? Joanne would spend a few minutes playing with this thought, fighting it, and then she'd cave in and then would lie on the cold floor, touching herself. She'd look at the wall behind which was her son's bedroom, thinking - my son is there, and he doesn't know what I'm doing; he doesn't know his mommy is lying naked on the floor and masturbating to the fantasy of making love to him. After she was done she'd lie there some more, enjoying the feeling of her own degradation, and then she'd get up, ashamed of herself, curl down in her bed and try to shut all these disturbing thoughts out. What she didn't know was that her sonny had similar fantasies, to which he masturbated wildly while lying naked in bed. It is bad, it is bad, he'd go on thinking, but he couldn't shake off those nasty thoughts. But next morning they were both pretending to be ordinary, suburban mother and son. Where Venelai Satra was from such dalliances, however, were not taboo. No relationship, in fact, was taboo to Kamadora, the Goddess of Love and Lust. And neither it was considered such on the island named after the Goddess. There, on the streets of the capital city of Talni, a sight of a native woman kissing her son was nothing unusual. What transpired behind closed doors was even more interesting. There, these loving couples would divest themselves of their clothing and practice ancient erotic techniques that brought pleasure to the heights unknown-of in the world at large. When out, there were more erotic adventures waiting for them, in the most unexpected places: a mother would be stripped and bound by a woman who had designs on her son, or the pair would fall victim to perverted bandits that roamed the countryside or even worse, they would cross the Darksiders such as Venelai and end up in naked bondage in one of the secret temples. Those two, she thought, taking off her t-shirt, if they only knew of the sensuality of the island of Kamadora, where the lust between mother and son is not forbidden, where stripping each other - out of jealousy, out of lust, in a game of chance - is a national pastime, where eroticism and magic reign supreme - those two innocent would-be lovebirds, if they only knew. She dropped her t-shirt to the floor, and, as she went further down her hall, she divested herself of the other articles of clothing: her pants, her bra, her boots and socks, and then her panties marked her way through her apartment, and then she went into her living room, which she already made into a place of worship, with garlands of flowers and the burning incense and the centerpiece - the altar with the idol of the Goddess of Lust. She thought of another couple, a Kamadoran priestess and her son, both of them incredibly attractive, whom she had stripped and whipped at her altar in the secret temple, as she stood, naked and beautiful, before the effigy of her Goddess. She clasped her hands in prayer and intoned the words of the secret mantra taught to the Darksiders. She prayed for the power to implement her designs on her innocent neighbors. To have them stripped and bound to the effigy, to be able to do with them as she pleases, and to make them into her slaves, and then to make them slaves to the Darkside.