It was after the first night that Gregory and I made love. Daybreak arrived as I awoke to find my precious son nestled behind me, arms swaddling my golden flesh as if protecting some treasured gem. Laying my head down in tender solace, I sighed in thorough satisfaction. The day's prior milestone had breached a prolonged duration of craving and aspiration. The man whom I had given birth to... the child I had raised to admire and adore a woman, was now bestowing upon me the abilities I had instilled in him. It was then I realized that in all those years of patient guidance and instruction, it was really my own yearnings for a man coming through. I felt a glowing smile upon me as I cuddled between my son's muscular arms. I was content... I was whole.
Gregory's sullen breath warmed my neck as I felt him stir. Still on my side, I could feel my child's radiating warmth saturate my skin... God it felt so good to be loved again. To be wanted, and loved. And I wanted him to know my appreciation for it. My arm reached around to cradle his rising face as our eyes met... his drowsy eyes could not hide the wonderment and reality of our passionate union of the night before.
"Tell me this isn't a dream." Gregory lovingly whispered.
Our eyes still basked in each other's sight.
I slowly shook my head no, caressing Gregory's supple jaw. We both held our breath, unsure as to what would happen next.
"I love you." Gregory replied, assuring me with a snug embrace around my waist.
Elated, I let go of my breath, smiling as he brought his lips to mine for the first kiss of the day. I had a feeling this would be the first of many loving kisses Gregory and I would share.
Between the slow strokes of our balmy lips and tongues, I managed to voice my love for him as well. Encouraged, Gregory gave a confident moan as his hands began massaging my fruitful abdomen. His long, enchanting gestures spoke volumes of truth... he was truly the perfect man. Loving, affectionate, and slow in his affection towards me.
His fingers began to unravel my lengthy tawny tresses, gazing at the sight as if he was stroking a sacred Queen. I could see the wonder in his eyes. The genuine mystery of a love so formidable, that not even the most traditional of men could refuse. His palms came to both sides of my feeble cheeks, bringing my lips up to his for another drawn out, significant kiss. I had never experienced such grace before this moment. It was far more distinctive than any of my past lovers... each motion of our bodies held a silent meaning beyond any other coupling before. I felt as if we were the only faithful man and woman on the face of this Earth; completely surrendered to one another's hopes and desires. Incomplete harmony with the other... together as one.
His lips traced mine as our breath was unhurried. His tongue eased out to taste the contours of mouth, then to my teeth... every alcove was delicious for him. I could tell the years of his fascination with me were finally being liberated. Low, soft slurps of our kissing echoed throughout my bedroom as my arms slowly raised, wrapping themselves around Gregory's Herculean back. I purred as yet another kiss ensued, feeling his weighty cock press against my thigh... yet there was no hurry for action just yet. If last night was for the fast and hungry, this morning was for the faint and romantic at heart.
His face burrowed in the gape of my neck, hot breath scalding my flesh as I could hear him whisper "Mother... my dear Mother." Hearing that shook me to my very core. It held a uniquely erotic tone to it as my mind kept envisioning all the possible scenarios of our future together; if any. Thoughts of that article I originally read about the Mother and Son who fell in love swarmed into my mind. An image of us lying together in our elder years came to mind as I felt his mouth suckle my neck vigorously. I buckled, amazed by the fact that even the skin on my neck was delicious for my son. My hands stroked his handsome head of buzzed hair, softly encouraging him along as his tongue ravaged every inch of flesh inside his famished mouth. Both of my son's hands cascaded down to grasp my buxom thighs. Gregory gently shifted his brawny flesh atop me as his incestuous indulgence persisted.
I drew out my neck for him, slowly twisting beneath him in erotic bliss. I gazed upward, yet was unaware of my surroundings as his lips made a popping sound; releasing my flesh from his mouth. I then felt the smoothness of his sweltering tongue glaze my entire neck in long, loving strokes. I exhaled in amazement, feeling all the years of my son's wanton hunger being forced upon my body. His mouth now vivaciously chewed upon my bronzed shoulder. I shifted to see his feast for myself as his boiling saliva oozed down my skin... I smothered my mouth to his ear, licking every crevice with utmost thirst.
"So beautiful." I hissed.
Gregory bore his teeth in... I whimpered.
"You're home, aren't you my love? You're home." I uttered, more with a tone of assurance than of doubt.
His fingertips clutched my beige thighs in vast anticipation, motioning his throbbing cock across my leg, towards the place of his origin. Gregory quickly rose above me, kissing me as his mouth inhaled my tongue inside... I balked slightly, holding his back.
"I want to taste you, Mother." He whispered with determined eagerness.
All I could do was nod yes as I was silent and still... temporarily paralyzed by what he wanted to do to me. "Was my son really going to do this? How can this be?" I asked myself as I watched Gregory's mouth take it's long journey down my chest and stomach... I watched with my mouth agape, and eyes wide open... so enamored that my own flesh and blood wanted to bask in the very haven of his birth. I propped my body up on my elbows to see this. My heavy left breast was first... I let out my first clear groan of passion, loud enough for Veronica to hear. My nipple, lovingly suckled as the flatness of his tongue splayed across my areola again and again... My head fell back in wonder as my mouth inhaled every breath I could get. My hair swayed as Gregory assaulted my right breast... I could feel his fingertips encircle the weightiness of it as hope and fervor filled my mind.
"Oh my God." I cried out as my child desperately sucked, perhaps in an age-old desire to be fed once more.
That, plus the salacious fact that my own child had returned to feed from my breast as a lover this time made it even more compelling. His lips then skimmed the center of my quivering stomach as I lifted my head back to watch him. I could see the glistening saliva of where his tongue had been as he left his steaming path behind every inch of my flesh. Gregory's moans intensified as each of his fingertips fondled my thighs and abdomen. I did all I could do to part my syrupy legs for him... but he stopped as his breath began to warm my groin. He looked up at me as our eyes filled ourselves with each other's image. He then brought his left hand up to feel my still trembling stomach... He stared at my skin as each fingertip felt my skin. What was going through his mind? Was he captivated by the thought that he sprang forth from my womb? I loudly exhaled as his visual feast persisted...
"You came from there." I managed to whisper between my impatient breaths.
