Reliving A Forbidden Love 1

Reliving A Forbidden Love

1

Lothar stepped soundlessly over the highly polished floor, his mother Harriet yet to notice him drawing near. She sat at the breakfast bar, her shoulders hunched, and swirled the contents of a glass around as if in time with her thoughts. He loved the sight of her long greying blonde hair, the grace in her movements and how that silk nightgown shaped her. If she was cold, or the chill air of the room affected her, Harriet did not show it.

'Mother...Harriet?' he asked hesitantly, controlling the urge to touch her bare shoulder and startle her. 'Are you okay, I understand what made you do it?'

She turned on the barstool and answered him sharply. 'Do you, because I don't! Letting go and with you was one thing, but with Andreas? You shouldn't have seen that.'

'I know, but I understand. We agreed to let go of what we found when life was tough for you.'

'During your father's illness and before his death? It's still difficult for me, and even more so after what happened, yesterday.' She sipped on her drink but met his look upon her. Harriet soon clutched the hand that he held out to her and drew her favoured son to her side. 'What I did with Andreas was natural, but...but I couldn't undo what happened with you and the sharing of forbidden comfort and company before your father left us. I felt so low at the time, took advantage of you and what you felt for me.'

'I wanted and understood the reasons for everything that we did, so don't go blaming yourself,' Lothar replied, finding his mother's use of words only too correct.

She nodded and rested her head against his chest as Lothar stood behind her. She met his stilled gaze as he looked down at her, took in what her nightdress failed to fully conceal from his gaze. Dismayed, she knew again what lay behind those eyes. It was and had been so wrong what she had conceded to with him, her twenty year old son, the turmoil in their lives affecting his studies at the local university in Heidelberg.

'I'm sorry that you should have seen us, but I thought you were going to stay with Lisa and not come back home.'

'We just met up with others and went for a drink. We're friends, I'm not starting up a relationship with her again.' Lothar paused, could not keep from taking in how his mother's breasts shaped the thin nightgown that she wore, the lacy straps on her bare shoulders and the lace frill at the neckline revealing her cleavage. The wayward gnaw of desire for the woman claimed him once more as he stroked her skin with both hands.

'You can't be jealous of him, of Andreas, can you?'

'I don't know what to feel or think about that,' he answered sullenly and sought to move away from her, but she gripped his hands and took them slowly until she pressed them against the tumble of her breasts. Lothar gasped in dismay at what she had done. 'You don't have to make it up to me.'

'Don't I? How you are with me now makes me think that I do, darling.'

He heard her soft gasp as he squeezed and felt their weight. He was possessively dismayed by the thought that someone else had touched her in these ways. 'I understand what made you do it...'

She met the press of his lips to her cheeks, avoided Lothar's kiss to her mouth. 'Do you, really?' I just needed a moment's comfort from him...from Andreas,' she whispered, looking into his eyes and seeking his reaction. Her son would know that she was not the promiscuous sort, yet even she had fallen from grace by sleeping with him, his devotion to her and what she was going through in the final days of his father's life no excuse.

'I said that I understand...'

'He came to the house to see how I was. Your father's brother, your uncle. He has been a help to us all in dealing with your father's testament. I didn't know he would do what he asked of me and...and that I succumbed to. He's kept hidden his feelings for me and I felt guilty for other reasons and that you know of, my darling.'

'You wanted to forget what we did?' he prompted sullenly.

She reached up to touch his face, her look soft and understanding, 'Perhaps, but it wasn't the comfort I wanted to find, somehow.'

Lothar felt his mother shake. He knew only too well what was at work in her, his presence a reminder of how their relationship had changed. She kept his embrace to her, wrapped her fingers with his and kept their hands to her body. He loved to feel her warmth, to breathe in what remained of her preferred scent, to see the woman that she was to his eyes.

'You still want to find a way through, but only with me?' he asked, pressing his lips to her hair and feeling her nod.

'Is it any crazier than what I did with Andreas? I'm impatient and I'm no good at living on my own.'

'You're not...living on your own.'

'You know what I mean!'

She said it as she turned on her seat and Lothar soon stood between her parted thighs. Harriet did not resist as he drew the skirt of her nightdress up until he could caress the warm skin of her slender legs. He felt her hands move under his T-shirt, then under the rim of his lounge pants that he slept in. She caressed his hips before she found him, could not help but shiver on feeling his state of arousal.

'You already know what your touches will do to me,' he told her on halting breaths, 'even though I know that we said we wouldn't go there again,' he murmured, now bending to kiss her, slowly and then deeply.

'Feelings have changed,' she answered through his slow kisses.

'And I've stayed true to you...also had counselling to help me with bereavement and on losing father. But comfort also comes by being with you, wrong as it is and has been. It's become a drug, an intoxicating drug that...that seeing you now, in your nightie, only makes real. I've said nothing on any of that.'

'I know how difficult it has been, for both of us,' she answered, sharply, then moderating her tone. 'I know, my darling, just don't remind me. Just be here with me whenever you can until I have sorted out my life. It's taking so much longer than I hoped it would, without you being with me in the ways that we once knew. It's evil to feel the way that I do about you and what we once shared, but it helps to keep some memories alive. You have your father's eyes and face, along with his attentive ways. I feel lost without them.' She spoke as her arms drew him to her and she felt the press of his hard penis against her belly, the ache of aberrant longing gripping her and that she knew he shared. 'I still make you feel the way that you do don't I, my darling?'

'I can't let the feelings go,' he sighed, cupping her face in his hands and simply holding her imploring look upon him. 'You can feel how it is for me, again.'

'And we've got to help each other with them, somehow. I can't believe what has become of us in these ways.' Harriet rested her cheek against the warmth of his skin for an instant as she felt him tug away his T-shirt before, in one movement of his hands, Lothar pushed his lounge pants down his legs and kicked it away, stood naked before her.

Harriet gasped on seeing again his trembling length of flesh, the effect that she had on him, how hard his penis had become from feeling her touches to him, how it arced away from the spiral of hair at his belly.

'Darling, oh darling! How crazy this is...how reckless you again make me feel!' She stroked its length and gently cupped his sac, kneaded his balls slowly and intently, then used it to caress her womanhood with it in a wanton display of her need to know of him again.

'Help me with it, help me with it, Harriet! Help me with what I feel for you and have felt for so long!' he gasped as she slowly caressed the swollen tip of his penis, just as he had seen her do with Andreas, but without the raging emotions that they now aroused in each other; the promise of again tasting the forbidden fruit that was, or had been, their tempestuous and illicit affair.

'Take me to bed!'

It was all that she asked before sliding off the chair and running away from him, the skirt of her nightdress Finishing mid-thigh, the unmistakable sway of her breasts exciting him. He swept up his lounge pants from the floor and rushed up the stairs to her room, the soft glow of a single bedside light enough for them to take in what they would again bring to each other. Harriet reached out to touch his trembling prick, gasped on seeing again how it shaped his lounge pants.

'I'm here for you,' he gasped in response to her fierce grip upon him and doing so without reprieve. She had become lost in the moments between them once more.

'Look what you bring to me...what I have aroused in you and all of it forbidden, as it should be and that you cannot control.'

'Forgive me...'

'It's not going to be enough,' she whispered. What had once passed as a settled life had been turned over in the months of Carsten's illness and then his death. That she had found solace in Lothar's bed as Carsten's life slowly ebbed away had yet to be exorcised from her mind, if that was ever to be possible. But a start had to made and it seemed not to be now.

Harriet looked searchingly into his eyes as she pulled down his lounge pants and made him step out of them. He again stood gloriously naked before her, his hands in her hair, a quite different look now to be seen in his eyes.

'I can't talk to anyone about this!' he kissed on drawing her against him and she clutching his hips, then sliding her hands over his buttocks to pull him hard against her.

'It's a forbidden love I now feel for you, along with so much more,' she answered, rising to stand on tiptoes to really kiss him and feel the brush of his penis against her belly. She felt the flush o wetness between her legs as he pushed it between them, the hem of her nightdress around her waist, before he caressed her pussy's lips with it once more, in slow strokes, as if they were in a dance.

'I'll love you as only I can,' Lothar kissed as he undressed her and crushed Harriet to him, felt the brush of her hard nipples on his chest as she lifted her to him. They soon fell back on the bed, his penis pressing at her wet slit, the tip caressing her parted pussy lips but going no further.

'Darling boy, there's no rush!' she called out, even as she squirmed on feeling his hand on her thighs and pushing them apart before he lay between them, she soon resting her legs on his back. The one she had brought into the world would reclaim his place in her body, abandon all restraint if she encouraged it of him.

'What madness you make me feel!' she cried out, tugging on his hair to make Lothar look at her.

'Are you sure about this?' he kissed, pressing his face to her mound and sliding his tongue over her, Harriet lifting her hips to meet her son's claims upon her trembling body, the grip of her hands guiding, and not restraining, him.

'Yes....no...yes, darling, I've been lost without you these last few weeks and ever since we stopped loving!' She despaired at what she would again succumb to, the search for wayward and forbidden comfort and to be found in the arms of her son.

Harriet felt again the swirl of emotions, lust and restraint, the forsaking of all the rules that she had lived her life by, the love and anger that her much loved boy sought to claim her in these destructive and future-less ways. Somehow, they had to navigate through the storm of emotions that so often overwhelmed them.

She raised her hips as he slowly entered her body, dismissed the thought of who had fanned the embers of what they had once shared in emotionally tempestuous times. It was far from her mind.

2

'Lothar, no darling, no! You can't love me again! I ache where you've been!' Harriet gasped and tried to push her lustful son away, her thoughts in turmoil after what she had succumbed to and then shared with him. Her boy had been wild, the pleasure discovered, again, riotously at odds with her guilty conscience. 'It's a sin that we've done this again, you know it is! A sin...a sin...a sin!''

Lothar rested on his elbows, her legs draped over his thighs, and delighted in the glow on Harriet's skin and the warmth of it against his belly. In spite of her calls to him she caressed his back in long slow strokes, squeezed the skin of his buttocks and squirmed in her efforts to keep him from reclaiming her.

'But you still asked me to be here like this and to have sex and take you out of yourself. For us to screw,..for us to make love. For us to do what you needed or wanted from me.' His tone seemed to convey a casual indifference to her wish to deny what had happened. 'I care enough to want to help you through in every crazy way that you want or wanted from me moments ago, and even from the first times we shared in this.'

His blunt ways of speaking astonished her for the expression of a destructive truth.

'I don't know what to do about any of this,' she moaned in dismay.

'Yes, you do and wonderfully so. You could have stopped me...'

'That's right, you're now going to blame me!'

'Blame cuts both ways, responsibility too, but I can't deny it. I love every moment with you and what I can touch and kiss...to feel all of your body against me.' She sought to push his questing hands away as Lothar held her to him and sought her concession to his ways once more. 'Harriet, share it again with me, please?'

She reached between them and clamped a hand to his prick that stabbed into her belly, then slid between her aching thighs slicked with her moisture that had eased his entry into her body. It mingled with all that had spurted so lustfully from him. His touches and her thoughts on all that had passed between them aroused again the gnaw of longing that, in spite of what was being said, coursed through her body like an unstoppable tide crashing on a seashore, did so with every slicked caress that he offered.

'Stop Lothar, darling...stop!'

'We've found this again.'

She heard his low, persuasive voice, felt his breaths on her enervated skin as Lothar sought her concession to his ways once more. He couldn't force himself on her, now that she had given voice to her conscience, but that ignored the effect upon him of being able to hold her, naked, in his arms and to have claimed her moist heat. They had shared in the tempestuous acts of loving and spending and done that in each other's arms. He'd offered solace of a wayward but passionate kind and wanted more of her.

'Darling, you know I get lost in these ways with you but that is no excuse for going on.' She met a slow kiss to her face, then lips as a questing hand simply cupped her mound and two fingers pressed slowly into her slit.

'And I can't turn these feelings off, just like that,' he answered petulantly.

'I know, and neither can I and I realise again, now. I needed special moments again but can't bear to think too far ahead. Everything is still so raw, and Andreas played on that. He took advantage of me.'

'But I never did, and I was helping you through those moments, as I did again tonight.'

He gazed down wonderingly at her breasts, so full and round, and he bent to kiss their tips, felt Harriet's hands guide him in his claims upon them. She caressed his hips with her thighs and clung to him, breathed in their shared heat and the musky aroma of the sex that had been shared. Wayward pleasure had been found through evil acts, not excused by her search for comfort.

'You can show me what you feel in other ways. I didn't bring you up to behave in this way and with me.'

'Perhaps, but we've gone way beyond finding excuses and explanations are just words, aren't they?'

She was dismayed by his choice of words, the emotions that might lie behind them. He was offering wayward comfort but also pursuing wayward pleasure and with her.

'Even if I say them. Is that what you think of me now?'

'No, and you know that simply isn't so.'

Lothar paid no further attention to what she said to dismiss what had happened and what he wanted from her again. His weight bore down upon her, and he pushed on her thighs to have her spread them wider before he slowly thrust into her warmth, Harriet's muscles soon clamping on his questing prick. He proceeded slowly and judged whether what she had told him were just words to delay the inevitable and what her horny son needed from her.

'You've helped me through, but don't force me to do this again! I'll get through and you need help with what you ask of me!'

She gripped his hips to slow his sinuous movements as he sought to coax her into abandoning any thoughts of stopping what he was pursuing with her, and the slow rise of pleasure, and unquenchable yearning, that his ways in her had again aroused.

'You really want me to see that counsellor again?' he asked derisively, his panted breaths of effort hot on her face, 'when she's done nothing but talk and wants me to accept that our dependency on each other is somehow wrong. I sure know that, and won't say how far that has gone, but the cure's harder to accept, when you're all broken up and need a special friend or comfort of a different kind. I bring that to you.'

Throughout his explanation he kissed and caressed her, slowly moved deep within her and she had struggled to resist his ways, Lothar's intuition that her restrained responses still revealed a wish to love with him again.

Her boy was in her and all that had to happen was for her to concede and a tempestuous fuck, for there was no other word to describe what they shared in, could resume or be pursued once more.

She slowed him still further in his ways, yet felt the flare of unbearable yearning for him, how his gorged penis filled and stretched her, caressed the walls of her pussy as he gave her time to accept what would happen again.

'Please, Lothar!' she gasped, pushing feebly on his hips, her feet thrashing on the bed as his moves slowly increased in tempo, his long strokes followed by a rush of quick strokes then easing back to slow, rhythmic, thrusts. 'Please stop, talk to your counsellor...seek help!'

'I get more sense and understanding from you. I lost someone too.'

'The young man I knew before has gone.'

He kissed her into silence, then claimed her breasts in his mouth as the tip of his arcing penis caressed her opening, teased her with its width, before he thrust in without restraint until he could go no further.

'Lothar!' she yelled, knowing that she'd lost it, that she was a helpless in restraining him or stopping their wild rut. She stopped struggling and instead chose to lie still on her bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees up to her shoulders, and he gave her no chance to lower them. He wanted her to close around him and to work him, bring him on and for him to really take her body, to feel her legs and arms wrapped around him as he brought the wildest of comfort to her and pleasure to him.

'You...you just spear me...spear your mother with that penis of yours! Let me feel it! Let me know that you love me in what you ask of me!' she cried out, his movements within her arousing responses which had her buck her hips and for her muscles to clamp on his prick as if she'd tear it from him, her practised movements making him gasp, or to silence his cries against her breasts. The bed slammed against the wall, but they thought it of no consequence. No one would hear the noise they made, their calls and the rhythmic creaking of the bed an accompaniment to their soaring need to be like this.

'Do you still want me to stop, you beautifully passionate mother, Harriet?'

Lothar stared at her, smiling, knowing the effect his big cock had on his passionate yet neglected mother until he had stepped in to help her. He lay flat on her naked body, crushing her big tits under his chest. Harriet waited anxiously, then felt him move to thrust his prick deep, all the way into her, stretching and easing, rolling from side-to-side to caress all of her slicked haven.