BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning
Chapter 11
Mona was alone in the tent. She stared at the pack standing before her
on the floor. Fifteen minutes ago, she had entered the tent with every
intention of packing and preparing for the hike back.
Now she just sat there gazing at the half-finished packing job she had
started. Despite her talks with Jason and Liz last night, Frank still
plagued her mind. She supposed it was a normal reaction to what had
happened, but it still hurt. Hurt a lot. She wished the pain would go
away, but it persisted - a hollow, aching throb.
Also, there was guilt and doubt. She knew she had given her husband all
she could, tried every thing to please him, to ignite the love she felt
within him. But it didn't help. She felt like a failure. She knew it
was wrong, but it didn't help. The ache remained.
"Damn," she muttered aloud. "Damn, damn, damn!"
Frank had caused her nothing but heartache the six months she had lived
with him. And now that he was gone, walked angrily out of her life, the
hurt continued. She knew it would eventually dull and fade. But right
now it seemed like it would never stop. Never.
"Mother," Phil's voice came from behind her. She turned her head to see
her son standing at the entrance to the tent. "Can I come in?"
"Yes," she nodded with a smile. "I was just sitting here thinking."
"About Frank?"
"Uh huh," she replied.
"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," he said. "I'm sorry he hurt
you."
"Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault," she said. "I'm an adult, and I
made a mistake. That's all there is to it."
"Still it hurts to see you like this," he said, reaching out and taking
her hand.
"I know," she answered, squeezing his hand. "But I'll be all right. All
I need is some time. Frank is gone now; I won't allow him to ruin the
rest of my life. I promise you that."
She leaned to him and kissed his cheek. He returned the kiss, his lips
pressing against her cheek near the corner of her mouth, lingering
there for a moment.
"You are upset, aren't you?" she asked.
"More for you than myself," Phil replied. "I thought you and Frank were
happy together."
Suddenly tears welled in her eyes as the ache returned with increased
intensity. Phil moved beside her, his arms encircling her and holding
her, comforting her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice full of
concern. "I just thought it might help to talk about it."
"It's okay. I guess I'm still a bit tender," she answered, wiping the
wetness from her eyes. She looked up at him and smiled. "Really, I'll
be all right. Just give me a bit of time."
Suddenly his head tilted toward hers. She knew what was coming. She had
time to move away from her son, but for some reason she didn't.
Instead, she sat there, letting his lips move to hers. She could feel
his nervousness, his awkwardness. But she could also feel the gentle
warmth of his mouth on hers. There was no insistence on his part. His
lips just lightly brushed hers, remaining there. And she offered no
resistance to her son. It was a tender kiss, one that reassured her.
But there was something more - something that at the same time
frightened and excited her.
His head eased back. Their lips parted. Her eyes rose to his, lingering
there. For moments they just sat there, neither moving, neither sure of
what was happening, or even if it would.
Then she lifted her hand and lovingly caressed the side of his young
cheek. She smiled. He reached up and took her hand, moving it to his
lips. He kissed her palm and then each of her fingers.
There was no doubt in her mind now. Phil? Her own son? Jason was one
thing, and Liz another. But Phil? She shivered at the thought of taking
him into her body, the thought of having her son as a lover. She wanted
that, there was no denying that fact. The dampness that welled suddenly
in her loins told her just how much she wanted that. But did she dare?
His eyes studied her face. He was waiting for her to make the next
move, either to reject him, or accept his unspoken suggestion. Unsure
of herself, she leaned forward, her lips once more pressing against
his. Almost of their own accord, her lips parted, giving his tongue
entrance to her mouth.
His arms tightened around her, no longer just holding her, but
embracing her. She melted against her son's body, pressing close to his
warmth. She trembled while his exploring tongue flicked over and under
her own tongue, bringing it to life, taunting it, cajoling it. She
returned his kiss, her oral digit dueling with his.
They clung to each other, as if afraid to end their kiss and end this
moment before it even began. Something she didn't want to end,
something she wanted more than she had realized at first.
To assure him, she took one of his hands and drew it to her chest,
placing it atop one of her breasts. His fingers tightened around the
bulging mound, squeezing at her through blouse and bra.
Tingling sensations of sexual heat suffused through her tit. She moaned
softly at the persistent kneading of his grasp. It felt good, but it
could be better - feeling his hands on her nakedness. And her hands on
his.
Slipping her tongue from his mouth, she eased her head back a bit. "Let
me help you."
With that, her hands went to the front of her blouse and began undoing
the buttons. Her son's hand dropped from her breast as he sat there and
watched her open her blouse and slip out of it. Next, her arms tucked
around behind her. There were three metallic snaps as she unclasped her
bra. She wiggled her shoulders a little and the white straps slid from
her shoulder and down her arms. White and jiggling her breasts came
free from the confining cups of the bra. Her son's eyes homed in on the
tempting cones and their dark sleeping nipples.
"Touch them," she whispered, urging him to feel her body, feel his
mother's body.
Both his hands rose. His fingers touched the deep brown pinnacles of
her nipples. She sucked in her breath, her chest heaving. The
excitement of having her son just feel those rubbery tips brought her
nipples to life. Beneath the circling caress of his fingertips, she
felt the fleshy buds swell, fatten. They thickened and stiffened with
shivery arousal. She moaned, sighing out the pleasure of his gentle
fondling. Her tits swirled with warmth. Her whole body seemed to focus
its attention on those titillating fingertips.
Softly, his fingers traced around the conical shapes of her breasts. He
spiraled downward, until his palms cupped the twin peaks and he
squeezed with relish. She moaned while quivery thrills lashed through
her body. She eased forward, pushing her tits into his hands, rubbing
them against his palms.
Her own hands were far from inactive. She opened his shirt and repaid
the attention he was giving her nipples and tits, then her fingers slid
downward, opening his jeans and stroking the bulging thickness she
found in his jockey shorts. In reaction to her intimate fondling, his
head abruptly ducked to her chest. His mouth captured one of the erect
tips of her breasts. His tongue whipped out and lashed at the lust-
throbbing point, while his lips sucked at her flesh.
She ached. Her breasts ached with the heightening fires of need. She
gripped the firm stalk of her son's cock with a fist and squeezed
wantonly. Up and down her fist ran, jacking at his virile pussy-
pleaser. Immediately, his mouth increased the suction of his caress.
"I think we'd better get rid of our clothes," she managed to say. "I
don't think I can wait for you any longer. I want you inside me,
moving."
He abandoned her breasts, mouth and hands, and looked up and smiled.
Likewise, she released the hearty hold on his cock. Both of them began
to peel down their jeans.
He had no more than tossed his pants aside when he moved to her naked
body. She reclined on her back, opening her arms to him. But instead of
mounting the bed of her body, he stretched out beside her.
His hand returned to her breasts, fondling them for a moment or two,
then drifting down toward the core of her desire. Through the black
patch of her pubic muff, his fingers combed. He taunted her with a
tickling fingertip that ran along each side of her dampening sex slit,
and he caressed the smooth interior of her womanly thighs.
Almost in an involuntary reaction, her thighs spread wider and wider,
as if calling him back to the wanton gash of her snatch. Eventually,
his hand returned. She groaned out in a husky voice of lust when an
exploring finger pushed up into the hot channel of her cunt.
"Hot," he said, as though to himself. "You're so hot and wet."
"And ready," she added.
But he ignored her. Instead his probing finger continued its arousal,
sluicing in and out of her excited pussy. He finger-fucked her. He
drilled in and out of her snatch, fanning the fires of her need for
him.
She writhed and bucked, her pelvis undulating in time with his quick,
sharp strokes. Her own hands returned to his cock, squeezing and
fondling its throbbing length. This was what she wanted, not his
finger.
Her meaning was clear. He eased his entrenched digit from the humid
tunnel of his mother's lust and mounted her.
Expertly, her hands guided the turgid rail of his prick to the waiting
mouth of her belly. She positioned him there, holding his shaft until
his hips thrust forth, skewering his cock into her body.
Stiff and unyielding, he cut into the juicy slot of her pussy. Her back
arched up sinuously, accepting the meaty fatness of his rod. She took
her son into her body, welcomed every swollen inch of his incestuous
sex into her cunt. She squeezed down with every ounce of strength held
in her pussy muscles. She tightened herself for him, trying to make
this moment as pleasurable for him as it was for her.
Apparently, it was. He groaned out, his body trembling. For a moment,
she thought that he had come in the excitement of their union. But his
cock remained hard and long, firmly rooted in the possessive hole of
his mother's sex. She sighed, grateful for the control of his loins.
"Fantastic," he said with a quick inward thrust of his hips. "So tight
and hot!"
Fantastic was exactly the way she felt. He was so hard and swollen
within her. She felt packed to the brim, stuffed with her son's
presence. Every cell in her body thrilled with shivery delight. She was
solidly impaled on his skewering prick and loved it - every inch of it.
"Move," she whispered into his ear. "Move within me. I want to feel you
moving!"
His hips lifted and his pulsing staff of sex slid upward from the deep
recesses of her cunt. The pink folds of her pussy squeezed tighter,
trying to capture and hold him, but it was impossible. The thick head
of his rod eased outward to the very lips of her love channel. Then
they began their inward tunneling.
Quivering with excitement, she relished the firm, virile sensation of
her son's cock burrowing deeply into the hot, spongy confines of her
body. Deeper and deeper that slithery pole moved, once more filling the
needs of her body. She held tightly to him, reveling in the magnificent
strength of his young loins.
"My God, you're a man," she heard herself saying. It was then she
realized that's exactly what he was. Her son was no longer a child, or
a boy, but a man. And she was his woman.
She was his woman. The thought sent rippling arousal up and down her
spine. She was his woman, and as any loving woman should do, she was
stretched out on her back, opening her thighs to her man. She was
giving her body to him, letting her son pole the intimate groove of his
mother's cunt.
Quickly this time, his hips swung upward. With the same alacrity, they
drove down. Hard and long, he shafted his spearing lance of flesh into
the socket of her pussy. Wet and hot, she accepted it and enfolded him
within her welcoming snatch. She tightened herself, squeezing with
vise-like persistence.
Upward his pelvis rose. Out from the aching interior of her body his
manly root of flesh came. Then once again, he drilled home his prick.
Her body was jarred by the strong impact of his crotch. His pelvis
ground into hers. Her clit ached and throbbed, feeling the pressure of
his thrust.
He was so big. Thick and long, he reamed the channel of her lust. She
was a mare and he was her stallion. Willingly, she accepted the
pistoning action of his prick, her pussy flooding with the juices of
arousal. Lovingly, she took the skewering plunges of his cock.
Her body was consumed with lust and want for her son. For the last two
nights, she had felt her brother within her. But it was nothing like
this. This was her son shafting in and out of her, her own son, child
of her body and its lover.
She wanted to feel him deeper, she ached to have him driving to the
very heart of her soul. Drawing her legs upward and resting her feet
flat on the floor of the tent, she opened her body even more for him.
His lunging strokes knifed into her, lancing even further up the greedy
harbor of her cunt.
He was deep now. The fat crown of his prick was plunging deep and long.
He felt as though he would drive all the way up into her mouth at any
moment.
"Ahhaarrgggahhh," she groaned her pleasure for him. Her body squirmed
and writhed under him. "Ohhhhh, my sweet God, it feels so good - feels
so marvelous to have you fuck me!"
"Fuck you," he echoed her words. "Fuck my mother!"
His hips wrenched upward and slashed down. Inward his pulsing root
came. He flayed open the folds of her cunt and rammed into the
innermost recesses of her pussy. He fucked her, driving on like a man
gone wild.
"That's it," she urged him on. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and deep."
Relentlessly, he poled into her. Willingly, she took his almost brutal
thrusts. Her hands slid down over his back and raked into the tight
balls of his buttocks. Her hips lurched upward pressing tightly to his
youthful crotch while her fingers pulled at him with flaming urgency.
She came. As had happened the night before, she came, then came again.
Still her son ravaged savagely into the trembling hole of her cunt.
Whether or not he understood exactly what was happening in his mother's
body, she didn't know. But as long as that rigid shaft of manmeat slid
in and out of her, she didn't mind. She just sailed on the heightening
shudders of her lust.
She came, then again, and again.
Harder and harder, his loins seemed to pump. Deeper and deeper the
swollen stalk of his dick seemed to plummet into the mouth of her
belly. She quaked as blast after blast of orgasmic bliss raced through
her. She groaned, caught in the constant series of climaxes that
exploded within the core of her loins. She shook violently as each
shuddering wave whipped her higher and higher.
In and out, the ramrodding column of her son's cock sluiced.
She came and she came and she came!
The sensations were incredible. Each shattered her soul, yet still they
came one after another. It was like being tortured with pleasure. Every
nerve of her body was overloaded, yet still they accepted each sizzling
blast of ecstasy.
She thrashed under him. Her body squirmed to escape his driving cock,
yet at the same time, her hips thrust wildly, eating at that marvelous
pussy-pleaser.
He fucked her and she came.
She was lost in the oblivion of the ultimate of pleasures. She no
longer existed. She lived only for his cock and its searing heat and
the consuming passion of her body.
Out and in, his shaft drilled to the hot recesses of her cunt. Out and
in, his prick lashed into her ever-greedy pussy. And she came.
She tried to find her voice and tell him of his total control of her
body. But she no longer had a voice, nor could she find the words. All
she could do was groan, freeing the bestial lust from her throat.
Harder and harder her body shook. Each climactic quake grew in
intensity. Higher and higher she rose. Closer and closer she approached
the moment when she would be thrown into another universe - a dimension
where only pleasure existed.
Inward his ever-moving cock skewered. Outward, his hips leaped,
dragging his prick from her contracting cunt. He alone controlled her.
He alone ruled this moment in her life.
Quaking in hot swirls from her thighs it came. Like a bursting nebula
it exploded within the depths of her loins. She felt her body go rigid
beneath her son; then there was only pleasure.
It was a total experience. Each and every cell of her body glowed with
white heat. Colors flashed, melting into one another, flaring to
burning white. Then back to the spectrum again.
Her voice - she somehow knew she was crying out in sheer delight, yet
she could hear nothing, but the whirlwind of passion rushing through
her ears. It was magnificent. It was the complete consummation by
pleasure. It ached, it hurt - so wonderfully.
She soared there for an eternity. Then she slowly returned to the
reality of the world around her. She felt her son still moving within
the quaking depths of her cunt. She felt the weight of his young body
pinning her to the floor of the tent. She was aware of her hips bucking
and thrusting to meet each pistoning plunge of his prick.
Her need sated for the moment, she turned attention to fulfilling his.
Politely, she ran a hand down between the sweating, slick cores of
their bodies. Thoughtfully, her fingers found his ball sac. The weighty
rocks within that wrinkled bag jerked and twitched at her intimate
caress. Upward they rose, trying to escape into the security of his
testicle sac.
Still she persisted. Her fingertips taunted and toyed with the kidney-
shaped stones. She fondled them, knowing that as she did, she stirred
the flaming needs of her son's groin.
At the same time, she extended a finger upward, lightly touching the
spearing pole of his cock. The results were explosive. When her finger
tapped at his prick, feeling its length, slickened with the juices of
her own body, her son shuddered.
"Ahhhhhh," he groaned, his hips lurching forward with urgency. Damn,
oh, sweet God!"
Deeply entrenched within the caressing channel of her pussy, the
swollen head of his cock jerked and twitched. Outward, from the slitted
mouth of his glans, the creamy jets of his lust spurted.
She held him. She clung to his young body while he spewed forth the
seed of his loins. She clutched him, delighting in the trembling
pleasure rushing through him.
His pelvis twitched as he seemed to try and work his cock even deeper
into the hot luxury of her cunt. She arched her hips upward, attempting
to open herself for him. She sighed as she felt the fountains of come
blast into her. This man, this woman-pleasing man was her son and she
gratefully received the seed of his body.
Then as the quaking trembles of his lust-sated flesh subsided, she just
held him, reveling in the complete fulfillment of their carnal union.
She had found her husband - yes, she will be her son's wife.