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.