Homelands Pt. 03 Ch. 08

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Josh and Val might have hit a second wind at that point. I wasn't sure. I no longer had the ability to care. My entire universe consisted of me and my mother.

When her walls seized up, gripping my cock so tight it almost felt like an assault, she launched another attack on me besides. The latter was purely metaphysical, though.

The energy she poured directly into my Libido hit me so hard that it felt like a physical blow. Much as I'd hoped to hold out longer, that was all I could take. The way her thick ass cheeks pressed against the base of my shaft, relaxed, then clapped against me again, combined with her quivering lips, relentless inner walls, and supernatural stimulation, pushed me over the edge. The muscles in my back, thighs, and ass went wild. My balls leapt up and down as I poured cum inside my mother's womb.

Being inside her felt so good, I didn't want to pull out. But the sight of my cum glistening atop her pale skin was always worth seeing. So I prolonged my orgasm. After filling her womb to overflowing, I slid out and jerked a few more ropes onto her back. Assisted by the furious pumping of my fist, some of it reached all the way up into her black hair. With each jet that landed, my mother purred in delight.

"Oh my," my daughter whispered.

I grunted something along the lines of acknowledgment.

"It's like you're using her back as a canvas," my daughter continued. "And the way you're both glowing in the firelight. It's so beautiful." She drew a deep breath. "How are you still cumming? It's...I feel like I should think it's gross, but it's really turning me on." She hesitated, then turned to her brother. "I want you to cum on my face like that."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she said. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

"I'll see what I can do, then," he said, laughing.

Lying flat on my back, I asked my mother to mount me.

"What's that, dear?" Mom asked.

I groaned. "Please?"

"Can't hear you."

"I need you," I said.

"You just had me. And you seemed to enjoy yourself." Mom cleaned herself up before getting up on all fours and crawling over to me. "Are you sure you can handle more?"

"I don't know if I can handle it, but I'm damn sure that I can't handle you saying no."

My mother straddled my hips and guided my hands up to her huge breasts. My fingers brushed lightly over her nipples once, twice, thrice, then pinched them lightly and rolled them back and forth. Meanwhile, my mother descended slowly, letting her smooth, pink lips approach my cock. Just as she touched against me, she whimpered and pulled back up. Her breasts stayed in my hands, but my cock was suddenly very lonely.

"Please," I said.

"Mommy's tired, honey. Maybe you should ask Brianna to help you out."

"Fuck Brianna!"

Mom giggled. This time, when her swollen lips came into contact with me, she took me with her hand and slapped my cock against her a few times before guiding me in.

I gasped.

You'd think I hadn't just been inside her a moment ago. But she felt that good. Her warm embrace was something I couldn't live without.

While she worked those amazing hips that couldn't have belonged to a woman with that waist, I groped her ass. It was getting to be time to bring a few bells and whistles out. Another pair of hands appeared. Then another. Soon, we were going all out.

Not long after, we climaxed together, screaming and cursing and shaking. My mother's fists pounded my chest before opening so she could squeeze my shoulders. Myself, I thought I might pull a muscle, so intense was my orgasm.

When the world stopped spinning, I saw that Val and Josh had indeed found some extra energy after all. They must have, since they climbed back into bed with us.

This time, both my mother and I wore extra bodies.

We wore my kids out a second time. But they lasted a lot longer than I expected.

Naturally enough, Mom and I kept at it for a while after Val and Josh left.

Eventually, though, even we needed to stop.

Once we did, she gave me a tour of the manor house. It was indeed quite impressive. But I was too lost in a euphoric fog to take much of it in. When we went back out onto the balcony, drinking tequila instead of coffee, and watching the sunset paint her garden a dozen different colors, the fog started to lift. Slowly, the ability to form actual thoughts returned.

"So, how are things with Bobby?" I asked.

"Frank."

"Do I sound upset? I'm just asking. Honestly. Are you happy?"

My mother sighed. "Well, here's what I told your daughter earlier, when she asked the same thing." She knocked back the rest of her tequila and poured another couple of fingers' worth into the glass of ice. "With you, I get to climb to the highest heights. When it's good, it's so good. No one knows how to please me the way you do. But no one knows how to hurt me the way you do either." With an outstretched hand, she preemptively silenced me. "I know you don't mean to. And with how we used to fight about the way I'd let guys hurt me, that must be hard for you to hear. But physical pain is nothing, sweetie. Especially not for our kind. It only lasts as long as you let it. Emotional pain? That refuses to go away. And whether it's intentional or not, you've inflicted more than a little of that kind on me."

I nodded. I didn't like hearing it, but I knew it was true.

"With Bobby, things are always good. Not great. But good. And that's something."

"So. What do we do now?" I asked.

Mom shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. We've both got good things going. She makes you happy. Bobby makes me happy. Why rock the boat?"

"She does," I said.

"Of course, if she happens to fall off a cliff, I might not shed too many tears."

Part of me wanted to take offense at that. But she didn't really mean it. And if she did feel some hostility towards my cousin, well, did I feel any different about Bobby? And was he any more deserving of it? As far as I could tell, he was just about the nicest guy ever. A little boring, perhaps, but if that was the worst you could say about someone, it said a lot.

"We can still see each other. But I think we should stick to a physical relationship."

"You're probably right," I said. A little bit of me died as I did.

"On a different note," Mom said, "I've been talking to your sister a lot. About the past. Stuff I never felt comfortable talking to you about, because I was afraid of how jealous you'd get of your grandfather."

I started to protest, but thought better of it. It didn't seem all that important anymore. And it clearly wasn't the point she was trying to make at the moment.

When she saw that I was going to hold my tongue, she continued. "Your sister's trying to figure out how much she can trust Iva, which obviously means that she needs to know how to feel about Kaitlin."

I nodded. True enough, unfortunately.

"Anyway, it turns out that I don't remember everything I thought I did. I think I can feel that something in there is locked away. I have no idea what it is that I'm not remembering, but there's a memory that's been sealed up in a vault. Like your father and I did to you. I'd like you to help me unlock it."

"I'm not sure I know how, but I'd be glad to try."

"You're going to relive whatever it is. At least, I think you are. I did, when your cousin and I unlocked your memory. That might just be because I was there, but I was remembering it from your point of view. It was weird. Exciting, of course, but also disorienting."

"I can imagine," I said.

"You might not like what you see. Like I said, I don't know what it is, but if my father's involved, it could be tough for you. Especially seeing it from my point of view. I haven't made a secret of the fact that he was important to me, but it could be hard feeling what I felt. Do you think you can handle that?"

"I don't know how I'm supposed to know whether I will or not. But if it's something that Nat might need to know, then I guess I'm going to have to."

My mother frowned, took another sip of tequila, then nodded. "Okay. I hope it isn't too bad. But, like you said, it could be something your sister needs to know."

We did another shot each then decided to give it a go.

At first, it felt no different than the time I'd gone inside my cousin's head. But after a minute or so, I found the vault. I couldn't make any sense of anything else that was floating around in there, but that much at least was unmistakeable.

It took a great deal of energy, but very little time, to unlock it.

#

I stood in the garden behind the royal palace with my two sister.

"What do you suppose he wants to tell us?" Liz asked us.

"Nothing good," Tara said.

I was afraid she was right. Before I could respond, though, our father appeared beside us. And the look on his face said it all.

Liz burst into tears immediately.

I was too shocked to do the same, though I was vaguely aware that I should have.

Tara simply stammered, "No, no, no," over and over again.

Daddy gathered all three of his daughters up in a group hug. "We need to discuss how we're going to respond," he said.

He didn't even say it. Didn't need to. We all knew.

Our mother was dead, and Kaitlin had seized the throne. It was a moment we'd been dreading for months. Years, even, though it was only recently that it had begun to feel inevitable. Yet, now that it was here, I had no idea how to react.

My mother, a woman who'd lived for nearly two centuries, was dead.

"We need to get revenge," Tara said.

"I agree," Daddy said. "But now that she's Devoured both your mother and your uncle, I don't know that I'm a match for her. And I won't risk leaving you girls orphaned."

"Oh, god," Liz wailed, burying her face into Daddy's chest.

"She has a daughter," Daddy continued.

"Cindy?" Tara asked.

"No, another one. A younger one. Who isn't even of age yet," Daddy said. "Not only wouldn't she stand a chance, but I think that might hit Kaitlin harder. The question is whether we can live with ourselves if that's how we decide to strike back."

"Absolutely," I said, before I even realized that my tongue was working again.

Liz stared at me aghast. Then she turned to our father. "No, Daddy. No. It isn't worth it. An innocent young girl?"

"Innocent? She's a Farrier," Tara snapped.

"But she doesn't even know what that means yet," Liz said.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Just because our parents kept everything secret from us until we were of age doesn't mean Kaitlin has done the same."

"So what if she hasn't?" Liz asked, stepping back from the rest of us. "We're not really having this conversation, are we? It was Kaitlin that wronged us. Kaitlin who took our mother away, and our uncle to boot. Kaitlin. Not her underage daughter!"

"True enough." His voice suggested that hers was just one way of looking at it.

Tara crossed her arms under her breasts. "Let's put it to a vote. I say yes. El?"

I nodded.

"No," Liz said. "No, no, no. A thousand times no."

"No," our father said.

"What?" Tara asked, whirling on him. Her blood-red hair flared out behind her. "I thought you were...why'd you even ask then?"

"I was willing to do it," he said. "If we all agreed. But this can't be a majority decision. It has to be unanimous. I won't ask any of my daughters to live with this otherwise."

Tara stomped her foot and thrust her hands out before her. "Then make Liz see reason!"

"You all are the ones being unreasonable," Liz said.

"Think about Mom," I said.

"I am. She wouldn't want this." Liz turned to our father. "You know she wouldn't."

Our father sighed. "You're probably right."

"Then we go to war," Tara said. "However strong Kaitlin is, she can't take all of us."

"No," our father said again, turning his back to us. He kicked a pebble, which soared several dozen yards before landing in the lake out at the edge of the palace grounds. "I won't risk any of your lives. This family has lost too much to the Farriers already. We get our revenge safely or we don't get it at all."

"Fuck! Liz, come on. You can't just let her get away with it," Tara said.

"I can get behind a group attack on Kaitlin," Liz said. "It's not like I'm trying to protect her. I just don't think we should punish an innocent child for her mother's crimes."

I pressed up against my father's back and ran my hands over his shoulders. They were so tense. I wished I could take all the stress and the pain away. I hated seeing him like this.

"It's got to be peace then," he said.

"What?" Tara asked. "Is that a fucking joke?"

How would he react if I went and killed this younger daughter myself? Liz wouldn't have to know. Wouldn't have to feel like she'd allowed it to happen.

Could I do that?

What if it upset him though? What if he thought it was unfair to Liz, even if she didn't know about it? I wasn't sure if I could live with actually doing it, but there was no question that I absolutely couldn't live with my father being mad at me.

He turned around and pressed me against his chest. His hands ran through my hair. They were such strong hands. Everything about him was strong. He was the perfect man.

Was some small part of me glad that Mom was gone? He'd been in love with her, after all. Truly in love. Now maybe he could finally be mine.

I hated myself for thinking it. But I knew straight away that it was true. I was hurt, and upset, and devastated. But, yes, I was also a little relieved.

"He's right," Liz said. "If we're going to leave Kaitlin on the throne, we'd better make peace, and do it quick. Before she guesses, correctly, that we'd be willing to hurt her family."

"This is insane," Tara said. "We're not only going to let her get away with taking Mom from us, we're going to bend the knee, swear fealty, and beg for mercy?"

"No one's talking about begging," Daddy said.

Maybe I wasn't actually relieved that Mom was dead. I was just too stunned to think straight. That had to be it. I couldn't really be that kind of woman. Could I?

"So what are we talking about?" Tara asked.

"One of you is going to have to marry her son."

Tara howled with laugher.

"I'd do it. In a heartbeat. If I wasn't already married," Liz said.

"So divorce that loser!" Tara said. "He's just a mortal. Would you even miss him?"

"What do you say, sweetie?" Daddy asked me.

Me.

The man of my dreams was finally single, and he was asking me if I'd marry another man. A man whose mother had killed my mother.

"Better you than me, I'll tell you that much," Tara said.

"If that's what you want me to do," I told my father.

"I know it's asking a lot," he said. "Too much, probably. But it might mean the difference between Kaitlin seeing us as a threat and not."

I stared up into my father's handsome face. Those gray eyes, that red-brown beard, those deep wrinkles etched into his otherwise tight skin that made him look like he was carved from stone. Was there anything he could ask me to do to which I wouldn't say yes?

"It's okay. I'll do it," I said.

"I knew one of my sisters was sane," Liz said.

"Fuck you," Tara said. "She wouldn't have to, if you'd said yes to the first proposal."

"How would that have convinced Kaitlin not to go after the rest of us? Where does that spiral of hate and revenge end? With all of us dead?"

"All of the Farriers, at least," Tara said.

I ran my hands up and down my father's torso. His hard body, rippling with muscle, made my skin tingle. Made my juices flow. Maybe it was just the grief needing a distraction, a release, but I suddenly wanted him inside me worse than I ever had before.

"Then it's settled," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Girls, come give your father a hug," he added, looking up at my sisters. "We need to set this ugly episode behind us."

And then, he was inside me. But not in that way. His fingers were in my head.

#

I nearly fell over.

"Frank? Baby? Are you okay?"

Why was I asking myself if I was okay? And why did I think my name was Frank?

No, wait, I was Frank. And that voice wasn't mine, though it was the voice with which I'd spoken just a moment ago. That was my mother. I'd been her, for just a few moments. Had relived a memory of hers. A memory Grandpa Dick had sealed it away.

So that she wouldn't remember what she'd agreed to do.

To Iva.

Back when Iva was a child.

All this time, I'd thought it had been my mother's idea to marry my father.

To be fair, she had agreed to it readily enough. But still. It had been Grandpa's idea. He hadn't been itching for war, like she'd once told me.

What had happened when she'd Devoured him then?

Was it possible that my mother had lied to me?

Was it possible to think that she hadn't?

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked. "I mean, some of that is a little embarrassing. But I wasn't really glad my mother died, you know. When I finally came to terms with it, I cried my eyes out. And besides that, it was pretty okay, right?"

I drew a deep breath.

She didn't think it looked bad that she'd considered killing an innocent child.

But she'd been in shock. Hadn't been thinking straight. And in the end, she came around to Liz's way of thinking. I couldn't really blame her for that.

No, there were no real bombs dropped there. I'd always suspected Liz was the good one and Tara the bad one, with my mother in the middle. Perhaps I felt even worse about what had happened to Liz now. Wished that I'd gotten to know her better. That she was still alive. That if I wasn't going to be with my mother, I could be with her, instead of her daughter. But Mom? No reason to see her differently.

Besides the fact that it seemed obvious that she'd lied about the circumstances under which she'd Devoured her father, that is.

But no. I didn't actually know that. Maybe Grandpa had wanted to kill Grandma Kaitlin that time, even if he hadn't after she'd Devoured Grandma Noreen. After all, the only reason he objected that first time was because he didn't think he was strong enough. He could've grown stronger in the years to follow.

"Of course, if I'd known then what I know now, I might have been more inclined to help Tara try to convince Liz to let my father go after Iva," Mom said. "Would have saved us all a lot of trouble, for one thing. On the other hand, you'd never have been born. So I guess I can forgive myself."

"What?" I asked.

She laughed. "You think it's weird that your mother is glad you were born?"

"No," I said, stepping back from her. "That you regret not killing a child."

"Well, I didn't really mean it, baby. And, besides, you have to admit, she showed her true colors in the end. Look at what she's done to us."

"Yeah, that whole giving us our own court thing was pretty horrible."

"Sweetie. Don't tell me you still have feelings for her?"

I covered my eyes with my hands. "Is that the only reason you can imagine for me thinking it's a bit extreme to wish you'd killed her before she'd even come of age?"

My mother gestured for me to sit down. I hesitated before doing as she bid. "Not the only one, no," she said. "Tell me it isn't the reason, and I'll believe you."

"It's not," I said.

She drew a deep breath, then tossed back a fresh shot of tequila. "Sure, there are worse things than what we've endured so far. But don't go making the mistake of thinking she's done with us yet. You might be wishing you'd Devoured her yourself before she is."

"Maybe," I said. "And maybe you'll end up wishing you'd Devoured me. Who knows? What I can tell you is that taking a life because you're afraid of what that person might do someday in the distant future is pretty fucked up." I downed my own shot. "If, for some reason, I do someday find myself wishing Iva was dead, I still won't think it was unfortunate that you didn't kill her when she was a child."

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