tagIncest/TabooHomelands Pt. 03 Ch. 08

Homelands Pt. 03 Ch. 08

byjdnunyer©

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Part Three picks up where Part Two left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One and Part Two, the story may be quite difficult to follow.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.

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When I closed my eyes and called to my mind my mother, a faint sense of direction came to me. There'd been a time when I'd have gotten a much stronger response, but I guess that was to be expected. Things weren't the same between us anymore.

One second, I was walking down the cobblestone path that wound its way through the garden in front of the cottage I shared with my cousin. The next, I was standing on the balcony jutting out from the back of my mother's manor house.

The balcony overlooked a beautiful garden. At the center of that garden lay a small pond, and at the center of the pond stood a statue. The kind of statue you'd never find in Castle Furcas. Carved of white marble and depicting a voluptuous woman. A ring of men, kneeling before her, formed the base.

"Oh! Hi, daddy," Val said from behind me.

I turned around, and found my daughter, my son, and my mother sitting at a glass table, drinking coffee. My mother wore a red dress, my daughter a white one with floral print.

My heart accelerated instantly. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself that I wasn't as obsessed with breasts as Brianna thought I was, seeing the way they both all but spilled out the tops of their dresses was almost enough to make me cum in my pants.

I wasn't sure where things stood between me and Mom romantically these days, but the physical attraction I felt towards her was every bit as powerful as it had ever been. I could only hope the same was true for her.

She flicked her wrist towards me and a fourth white chair appeared. "Nice of you to join us," she said. "Care for some coffee?"

"Please," I said, taking a seat.

With a gentle nod, Mom conjured up a ceramic mug. Wispy tendrils of steam rose from the black surface, telling me it was still scalding hot.

No, not still. She hadn't poured it from a pot or carafe or anything that had been sitting around, cooling off. If it was hot enough to burn any idiot who might have picked it up without thinking, that was because she'd wanted it to be that way.

"So, I hear you brought Mel and Sean back?" Mom asked.

"Something like that," I said.

I told the three of them what had happened when Brianna and I went to the Shadowed Glade. Val and Josh hung on my every word. But my mother wavered back and forth between being disinterested and disappointed.

Part of me wanted to explain to her that we wouldn't have rushed in without anything resembling a real plan if it hadn't been for the fire she'd lit under my ass, but I didn't.

We soon got to talking about Rose and Troy, which wasn't a topic that worked any more in my favor. If my mother was relieved to hear that Mel and Sean were both happy with their spouses, and that Todd and Holly genuinely approved of Troy, she certainly wasn't letting it show. When I mentioned some of the reasons I was way of rose, she also kept her thoughts to herself. But her facial expression said plenty.

"You think we can visit them after they go back?" Val asked. "Their court sounds scary, but I'd still love to see it." Turning to Josh, she added, "As long as you came with me."

"I don't think that's a good idea, dear," my mother said. "Though I suppose it's really up to your father."

I was going to say it was actually up to her and Josh. But not after that. "Maybe someday, honey. But for now, I have to agree with your grandmother."

Val pouted like only a daughter can pout. I wavered, and very nearly told her that she and Josh were old enough to make those kinds of decisions for themselves. If my mother wasn't staring me down, I might have. But I held firm.

I looked away from both of them, staring at the house. "Nice place you've got here."

"Have you been inside?" Mom asked.

I shook my head.

"It so happens it is nice, thank you very much," she said. "By the way, how is that lovely cousin of yours?"

"She's fine," I said.

"Grandma was just telling Val to forget what Brianna taught her about how to please a man," Josh said. "Seems to me she knows what she's doing, but I haven't had a chance to compare her to Grandma yet. Hopefully we'll be fixing that soon?"

My mother flashed a quick smile at Josh before staring a challenge at me.

"Well, she asked me who I've been with so far," Val explained. "And I told her about the time we came and visited you two. And how your cousin taught me how to give a blowjob."

I gave my mother a flat look. "So you didn't enjoy it any of the oh so many times Brianna sucked your dick? Is that what you told my darling daughter?"

I didn't dare say she was wrong, but just then, I wasn't exactly in the mood to let her swipe at my cousin go entirely unchallenged.

My mother shrugged. "I'm sure she's very talented. She must be, since all you boys seem so obsessed with her." She turned to my daughter then. "But remember what I said. There's a difference between the girl guys like to fuck when they're sowing their wild oats and the one they'll decide they want to spend the rest of their lives with." Mom's brown eyes turned back to me. "All I'm saying is it's no surprise that Brianna never had any children. Or that she's never managed to hold on to the same guy for long."

Conveniently enough, Mom failed to mention that the primary reason my cousin hadn't been able to hold on to Dom was that Dom had been Devoured. She also failed to mention that there had been a time when my mother had only had eyes for her eldest son, yet she couldn't have him because he'd chosen Brianna.

I let that slide though. After all, my alleged purpose for coming here was to start trying to patch things up. The one little riposte I'd struck was probably too much already.

"You want to be careful with that way of thinking though, baby," I said to Val. "There'd been a time that I believed it when all my female friends told me that women would appreciate me when I was older. You know, after they got the whole chasing after bad boys thing out of their system. But while it turned out that they were right, it hasn't been for the reasons they had in mind." I paused to let that sink in. "Now, it's different with mortals, but, with us, the lustful part of the equation never stops being important. No one's looking for someone to grow old with, after all, since none of us ever grow old."

Val looked to Josh, who simply shrugged.

"It's probably also different for men than for women," I continued. "I've never heard a man talk about how hard he gets when women show how decisive they are, for example. No matter how long I live, I'm not sure I'll ever quite understand why women use that word as if it's pornographic. Men care more about superficial stuff, I suppose. Anyway, the point is, while your grandmother is probably right that there's a distinction between the girl a guy wants to fuck and the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, you might not want to assume that it's always the sugar and not the spice that boys like best."

Val's face betrayed no reaction. She looked from me to my mother and back to me again.

Mom kept silent though.

My daughter seemed to find that fascinating.

English majors do love their subtext.

"Well, sure," my daughter said at last. "But isn't there a difference between the kind of sex you want to have when you're with some random girl compared to the love of your life?"

My mother stared flatly at me. "Good question. Is there?"

"Of course there is," I said.

Josh nodded emphatically. "Yup. Definitely."

I sipped my coffee and pretended not to notice that it was painfully obvious that both women wanted me to elaborate.

There was really no way to continue the conversation without getting myself into trouble. I certainly wasn't about to compare Brianna's style to that of my mother.

"I don't know that I want to be too much like her anyway," Val said, at last. "Aunt Holly says that Brianna likes to grow a...a cock...and fuck women with it. Probably men too, if they'd let her. Talk about gross!"

My mother snickered.

Val looked down at her lap. "I just can't even...no, no thank you."

Perhaps I should have played it off like that disgusted me too.

At one time, it would have.

But I simply shrugged. "Stay in the Homelands long enough, you may come to look differently at things that gross you out now."

"I don't know," Josh said. "I think I've got to side with the women on this one."

I'd had about enough. "Have you had any experience with other women yet?" I asked my daughter.

Val blushed, dark blue circles forming in her cheeks.

Fuck, that was cute.

I probably should have thought it weird. But the faint reminder that she was less removed from the first immortals than the rest of us sent a shiver down my spine.

"Well?" my mother asked her, sounding genuinely curious.

"Only a little," Val said. "Just Aunt Holly, earlier this morning. At first we took turns with Josh and Uncle Todd. But at one point, the two of us played with each other a bit too. It was awkward, but...okay. Doesn't really compare to being with a man. But as long as she wasn't too pushy about it, I could see myself enjoying a woman again."

"Holly's certainly beautiful," Mom said. "And I'd expect her to respect your boundaries."

My daughter nodded enthusiastically. "She totally did. She was very sweet about it."

"It was pretty fucking hot, I have to say," Josh added.

Val blushed.

"If I went the rest of my life without tasting another pussy, I don't think it would bother me," my mother said. "But, with the right woman, it can be fun."

"Well, if you're not gonna say it," Josh said, looking at me, "I will." Then he looked at my mother. "I'd love to see you teach Val how much fun two women can have together."

"I bet you would," she said with a laugh.

My daughter fretted at her lower lip. "Would it be weird if I said I'd like that too?"

Mom reached across the table and laid her hand atop Val's. "No, sweetie, it wouldn't be weird." Her hand retreated across the table, and I thought she was going to explain why it still wasn't going to happen. But she simply pushed her chair back, stood up, and said, "Shall we move inside?"

No one objected. Naturally.

When I saw how her bedroom was decorated, it wasn't easy resisting the temptation to make a snotty remark The rugs, bed covers, and drapes were all striped fur. Black on white.

Like a snow leopard.

I wondered who might have suggested that particular theme?

My mother's dress unzipped itself and fell to the floor as she walked over to the stone fireplace. She placed a few logs inside, stood up, bent down and added a few more, then turned and made her way back to the bed. A fire leapt up behind her, as if of its own accord.

"Go on," I said, with a hand on the small of my daughter's back. "Don't make her send you a special invitation. She doesn't like that."

Val smiled up at me nervously. She went up on her tiptoes, kissed my stubbled cheek, and then padded over to the bed, pulling her dress up over her head.

While I'd never quite understood why some men thought that there was nothing sexier than watching two women together, I found myself getting really turned on. Especially after my mother got my daughter to show her what she looked like with her natural skin color.

It was strange, seeing her like that. Her skin was the lightest baby blue, her hair the darkest indigo that failed to qualify as black. Just like Lily. And a lot like Rose.

That gave me a slight shudder. I didn't want to admit it, but Rose was Val's aunt, and there was more than a passing resemblance between the two. In the face, at least. Val's figure was more similar to that of her mother or even her grandmother. But, yes, from the neck up, she and Rose looked quite a bit alike.

"Is it gonna freak you out if I start beating off?" Josh asked. "I don't think I can hold out much longer. This is too fucking perfect."

I laughed awkwardly and told him to help himself.

He waited a little longer before breaking down, but not much.

Myself, I wasn't quite at that point yet. But I couldn't say it was doing nothing for me.

It probably would have been even better to see Val with Josh, rather than my mother. The idea that my children had found in one another what I'd never quite found in my mother, no matter how much I'd hoped that I would, was just about the most satisfying thing in the world. I'd never have guessed that would have been true, back before I knew them. When Lily and I had planned to have children, fatherhood was just an abstract idea to me. But now, I understood why it had freaked Lily out so much when I'd proposed making them our vassals. The very idea of using my children to build myself up, rather than giving of myself for their happiness, seemed nothing short of monstrous.

As much fun as the two women were having, though, and as beautiful as they were, it was definitely a sight to behold. They each had such luscious curves. Such inhuman proportions.

By the time my mother had my sweet, innocent little girl muttering every swear word known to man, I'd followed my son's lead and started jerking off. It was impossible not to.

Josh and I had each blown our loads by the time the women invited us to join them.

I split myself in two, so that Josh and I could give my mother all the attention she demanded even while I gently seduced my daughter.

There was no need to look at my mother's Libido to know that she was plenty warmed up, and was ready to have a stiff dick inside her. So without wasting any time, I started fucking her doggystyle. Meanwhile, she hungrily swallowed her grandson's cock.

Josh's eyes rolled back inside his head. That made me smile. My son might not be getting her best, but he was still in for a treat. Mom knew how to please.

Meanwhile, with Val, I started at square one. She was shy, and it took some coaxing to get her to open her legs or to take her hands away from her breasts. But, in time, I had her thrashing about, moaning and swearing, as I guided her through one orgasm after another after another.

She either wasn't as comfortable with her sexuality yet as other women in the family, or wasn't comfortable letting her father know that she was. One way or another, it took more effort to satisfy her than I was used to. But I didn't mind. I just wanted her to enjoy herself, at whatever pace worked for her, no matter how slow.

And, maybe, I liked the challenge.

For that matter, I was enjoying the slow treatment myself. It made a nice contrast to the furious pounding I was giving my mother with my other body. Besides, my daughter had an absolutely divine. Like her grandmother. I couldn't get enough of her delicious curves.

She tasted sweeter than most of the women of our kind, all of whom had at least a hint of sweetness to them. Maybe not quite as sweet as Holly and her peppermint candy cane aftertaste, but certainly more so than my mother or Brianna or the other women I was most accustomed to pleasuring. There was a hint of raspberry, as there was with my mother. But it was mixed with white chocolate rather than blackberries

An hour or so later, after Josh and I fucked each of the women in each of their holes many times over, the two younger Orwins got to the point that they needed a break.

But my mother and I were just getting started.

Josh and Val crawled out of bed, summoned a bottle of wine, and sat cross-legged beside one another in front of the fire. They held hands and sipped their wine slowly as they watched me and Mom go at it.

We started off slow this time. I kissed my way up from her feet to her hips before looking up to meet her eyes.

"She's not you," I said, daring not even name my cousin. "Will never be you. I won't lie and say my feelings for her haven't evolved, and in a direction you'd prefer they hadn't. But there will only ever be one woman who makes me feel like it would be better for the world to end than for her to know even a moment's sadness."

"That's just a little hyperbolic, don't you think?"

"I suppose," I said.

My mother laid a finger over my lips. "I get it. But we can talk later."

There was no other way to respond than to kiss her.

I'd teased my mother before. But not in a way that could have prepared her for how I took my sweet time worshipping her just then.

I didn't make it torturous. At least I hoped not. The point was just that I needed, for me as much as for her, to savor every flick of the tongue, every kiss, every caress. I refrained from using my powers too much. A little brush of her Libido here, a brief heightening of her sensitivity there, but no additional hands or mouths assisted me in pleasuring her. Not yet.

Working as slowly and deliberately as I was, I not only had the chance to savor the feel of her, but also her taste, her smell, and the delightful sounds she made. The delicate bumps of her spine, her gently protruding hip bones, and the backs of her knees received just as much attention as her huge breasts, her stiff nipples, and her round ass cheeks.

When, at long last, I made my way between her legs, I thought she was going to snap my head off. Her thighs wrapped around my head and squeezed tight. Apparently afraid I might not have gotten the message, she pressed both hands against the back of my head and bucked her hips up against my face.

Dimly, I was aware that my son was fingering Val while she slowly jerked him off. Their soft whispers offered further encouragement to bring the act to a close.

But they couldn't break my concentration. I'd resolved to enjoy this as much as I could, and that was what I was going to do. My mother's powerful thighs might have been able to pop my skull like a grape, but it was I who was in control.

Ever so slowly, I guided my mother to a monster orgasm. The kind that had her ejaculating halfway across the room.

"On your stomach," I said to her as her orgasm faded. It took no small measure of will to resist licking her stiff clitoris one more time as the final reverberation passed through her Libido, but I behaved myself.

Chest heaving, my mother nodded. But it was only after she'd taken a few more deep breaths that she rolled over. She started to raise her hips up, but I smacked her fat ass hard enough to send her back down onto the bed. Mom whimpered and gave her hips a little wiggle, making those beautiful white orbs jiggle for me. After that, she lay still and waited for me to take her as I would.

"Do it," Val whispered from by the fireplace.

"Fuck her. Fuck her good," Josh said.

I did exactly that.

I wasn't rough. Didn't bite or scratch or call her names or anything like that. But I held her legs tight with mine own pressed against hers and jackhammered her pussy like no other man could have. Even among our kind, it would have taken great power to manage the speed I achieved. And those rapid strokes were anything but faint. Her fat ass offered the sweetest resistance, and my hands dug into them, kneaded them, squeezed them together while my cock surged back and forth. I wasn't sure whose moans were louder, hers or mine.

"That's it, baby, show Mommy how badly you need her," my mother panted. Soon enough, though, he words turned into indecipherable grunts and moans.

I didn't need her to tell me not to hold back. I'd opened the cage, and the beast that had escaped wasn't going to be tamed again anytime soon.

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