Homelands Pt. 06 Ch. 05

Still, if she was forced to sit on the sidelines, it was hard to imagine what could be more enjoyable to watch than the three of them.

The chemistry between their mother and grandmother was obvious. They were not sharing Nick. They were allowing him to take part in an expression of true love and affection between the two of them. At least, that was how it started out. By the time there were three Nicks, there wasn't much interaction between the two women. Initially, though, he was little more than an accessory.

The two women looked so alike, yet so different, that Veronica thought she might have gotten pretty worked up just watching the two of them, even if her brother wasn't in the mix. They had the same color skin and hair and eyes. They weren't far apart in height. As they approached climax, they moved the same way, made the same sounds. Yet one had a soft body, with huge breasts and a generous ass. The other was more hard-bodied, with breasts that deserved to be described as full yet looked modest in comparison to the other woman's and an ass that was no smaller in size but clearly consisted primarily of muscle. Her grandmother was top-heavy and her mother slightly pear-shaped. Though her mother was leaner and more fit, she had the broader hips. It was surreal. Like watching two versions of the same woman, each distorted by different mirrors in a funhouse, make love to herself.

Before long, though Veronica had no energy left, she got so horny that she just had to get fucked again. So she mounted her grandfather reverse cowgirl and rode his cock, continuing to take in the unnatural display of depravity unfolding before her.

Eventually, she, her mother, and her grandfather were all completely drained. Physically and otherwise. The three of them collapsed on the couch, sucking air, needing water, and unable to muster the energy to drink it. Meanwhile, Nick and Grandma Flori, each glowing like the sun, embraced. Veronica thought she now knew what it would be like to watch fusion. When the two of them finally broke apart, they were lit up even brighter than before.

Veronica almost pitied her father.

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"Let who down easy?"

Gabriela blinked the dreams away from her eyes. She tried to sit up, then remembered the baby in her belly and fell flat on her back.

Wait, was that her son's voice?

She lifted her head back up and looked down past her hump to the foot of the bed. Her son knelt before her, wearing nothing but his boxers. His chin was slick with...her juices?

An image of a boisterous child sitting in his highchair and babbling to himself while spittle dribble down his chin came to her. Even as it did, she found herself thinking that Eric looked more like a man with every passing day. That strong jawline, faint hint of stubble, and strong features did not belong on a mere boy. He was young, in his prime, as he would be for the rest of time, but he was undoubtedly a man.

"Well, good morning to you too, my little stud-muffin," she said, ruffling his blonde hair.

He smiled back at her. "You were talking in your sleep."

She tried to remember her dream. To remember something other than what her son had been doing to her both in that world and this one, that is. Like what she'd been saying to him as he eagerly licked at her pussy.

"You were asking me to let someone down easy," he prompted.

"Oh, right," she said, as it came back to her. "Our daughter. Debbie."

"Is that what we're going to name her?" he asked.

He didn't ask her how she knew that it was a girl. She liked that. He was more invested at this point than most first time fathers would be, not only willing to participate in discussions about what color to paint the nursery and where to send their child to school, but often expressing strong opinions. That was a mixed blessing, of course, given that his judgement in such matters, as yet, left something to be desired. But at least he was excited about welcoming their child into the world. About being a father. And, particulary when it mattered most, he'd defer to her judgment. Trust her motherly intuition, recognizing that she'd been down this road before, with both him and his sister.

"It is," Gabriela replied.

"When did we decide that?" he asked, giving her thigh a playful pinch.

While she'd slept, truth be told.

Gabriela's dream had been incredibly vivid. And not just that last part, when her son had been calling her back to the world of the living with his expert tongue. Of course her subconscious hadn't had any difficulty making that seem real. No, even before that, her dream had been decidedly un-dreamlike. Vivid, colorful, and strangely logical. The setting and cast hadn't fluctuated every few moments, the way they always do in dreams, though we never seem to notice at the time.

Gabriela had only had two such dreams in her life, and she knew not to question them.

Especially after the second had come true just a few weeks ago.

"Just now," she said.

Her son gave her a flat look. Unfortunately for him, he looked entirely too good for that to have any effect. Whereas she should have been noticing his expression and the sentiment it conveyed, all she could do was marvel at his beauty. Of late, his hair had turned platinum blonde from all the time he spent in the sun, training. His skin had turned an even deeper bronze. Both changes suited him quite well.

"She's going to be stunning," Gabriela said. "Throughout the Homelands, she will be recognized as one of the most beautiful, most desirable, women ever to draw breath. And she's going to have the biggest crush on you. But you'll still only have eyes for me."

"You're sure about that, huh?"

Gabriela kicked him in the shoulder.

Her son laughed, taking her foot in his hands and setting in on a deeply relaxing massage. His hands were strong and powerful, like everything else about him, but he could be surprisingly gentle, when it suited him. "Of course I will," he said. "No one could ever take me away from you. I don't care what she looks like."

"So you don't think she'll be so hot after all?" Gabriela asked, baiting him.

"Course she will be," he replied without missing a beat. "Coming from such great stock, how could there be any doubt?"

She couldn't help but smirk at that.

"But that's not the point. She still won't be you."

Gabriela smirked. "Good answer."

The image of her fully grown daughter flickered across her mind's eye again. Debbie was of a height with Patty, yet she had her mother's body. Only better, she had to admit. Debbie's breasts would be slightly smaller and her hips would be a little slimmer, yet there'd be small enough difference in either department. Despite that, she'd have a considerably thinner waist. And her face was so beautiful that it hurt Gabriela to think about it, even half-remembered from a dream that had just ended. She envied Debbie more than a little, and the girl hadn't even been born yet. But when Eric chose her over their gorgeous, powerful, purebred daughter, she would feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

And the day would come when he would choose her. Just as her her daughter had taken a dragon to bed, and her son would one day be king. The former hadn't turned out to mean what she'd always feared that it would, but her dream had still come true. She was still waiting for the latter one to do so, but there was no doubt in her mind that it would.

"Well, I'll be sure to explain to her that it's nothing against her," Eric said. "And if she's gonna be that hot, she won't have any trouble finding someone better anyway."

Gabriela purred. "Impossible."

Her son smiled at that. "Well, someone better for her."

"Perhaps we'll have to make a few more babies then," Gabriela said. "Make sure she's got herself an insanely handsome little brother."

"Um, wow," Eric said, frowning. "I mean, don't take this the wrong way, Mom," he continued, tilting his head away and watching her out of the corner of his eye. "I like you and all. I really do. It's just-"

She kicked him again.

"Of course we will," he said. "Our little girl's going to need someone to keep her smiling. Who better than her her own brother?"

Gabriela gave her son an emphatic nod in approval. Then, sliding a hand between her legs to spread her lips for him, she said, "Now how 'bout you quit rubbing my feet and finish what you started, hmm?"

In a grave voice, Eric said, "There's actually something we need to talk about."

Another joke?

"Am I gonna have to kick you again?" she asked.

But then she realized that he was serious this time. There was genuine nervousness in his Libido. Her heart raced and it suddenly became very hard to breathe.

Without even acknowledging her question, he launched into his tale.

It wasn't as bad as she'd feared. Yet it, somehow, it was worse. He wasn't in love with another woman, which was where her mind had immediately gone. But that cunt who'd once been her sister-in-law, and the rotten son of hers who'd never been good enough for Patty to begin with, weren't just planning on brainwashing whosever child they ended up taking. They were going to steal the child and make a mindless drone out of it. Train him to be some sort of super-soldier, so that he could stand in front of a damned gate for all eternity and keep lesser angels from mingling with the holier counterparts.

After an initial panic attack, Gabriela remembered her dream. That meant it couldn't happen. Not to their little girl, anyway. Debbie's fate had been revealed to her. Part of it, anyway. Their daughter would not guard some stupid gate in Solopolis.

Come to think of it, the sunlit shits didn't sound interested in girls at all. But that wasn't the point. Relief over the realization quickly gave way to worry again. Their Debbie might be safe, but that was no consolation to Patty. Or Annie or Veronica.

"We have to stop them," she said.

"I know," Eric replied.

A sense of calm settled over her immediately.

He'd said it so smoothly. That wasn't overconfidence in her son's voice though, the way there might have been not too long ago.

Eric knew full well what they'd be up against, and he knew that he could come out on top. Not because he was invincible. Not because his cause was righteous. Because he was prepared for this. Had been preparing for it every single day since his father had taken the throne. The look on his face, in his Libido, was unlike any she'd ever seen, from him or any one else. Wes would have been more nervous. Hank would be no less convinced that he could succeed, but would also be determined to find a way to do so that involved less risk. As would Nick, who'd lack his father's confidence, and probably appropriately so.

"There's just one thing," he said.

"What's that?"

"You said `we' have to stop them. But `we' will do no such thing."

"Eric," she said.

He gave her a stern look that brooked no argument. Placing a hand over her belly, he said, "You have to think about our daughter. About Debbie."

"You can't do this alone," she said.

"Nor will I."

The joy she'd felt just a few moments ago died. This wasn't right. Her son needed her by his side. The way she had been the last time he'd deposed a king.

"Nick isn't going to be much help," she mumbled, knowing that it would take a whole lot more than that to convince him to change his mind about her.

"Probably not, no," he said. "But that grandmother of his will be. And he seemed pretty sure that she'd back us up."

Gabriela fell silent. It was true, Flori was a force to be reckoned with. Her brother had stressed that over and over again when seeking to convince her to join House Moody to House Hardt by entering a joint marriage with Hank Fisher. Wes had never been wrong about such things. He'd absorbed every bit of wisdom their parents had to impart and more.

Suddenly, though, she found herself wondering whether her dream of Eric sitting the throne, or of Debbie as a grown woman, really meant that she didn't have to worry. Maybe the future was secure for them only because she helped to make it so here, now, in the present. Could she really sit back and let her son confront his father on his own?

Yes. Yes, she could.

"It'll be fine, ma," he said, taking her hand in his. His skin was warm. It sent calming waves through her, soothing her nerves and settling her Libido. "I'm ready for this."

"I know you are, honey," she replied.

As ready as he'd ever be.

If it was Phil rather than Hank who sat atop that throne, she wouldn't have doubted him for a second. Powerful as the former king had been, and as close as he'd come to killing them, Eric was a different man today than he had been then. He was more than a match for the best that House Bravo had to offer.

Why did it have to be his father?

Gabriela had loved Hank Fisher, and she had hated Hank Fisher. She had feared him and longed for him, cursed his name and whispered under her breath as he brought her to climax. She'd trusted him and doubted him. But one thing that had remained constant throughout, since the very day she'd met him, was her belief that he was the most powerful and most dangerous man Summer had ever known.

"You'll need your strength," she said. "Can't go in there unprepared."

Her son smiled at her. "I know."

And, with that, he lowered his head between her legs.

There had been a time, not so very long ago, when she'd thought that her son could afford to learn a few things about eating pussy. That whatever other virtues he might possess, and he'd always possessed more than a few, his talents in this one department fell a bit short. If she'd wanted to get fucked, well and thoroughly, she could always count on her son. But if the mood struck her to be serviced orally, she'd be better off turning to Wes or Nick.

It was almost impossible to remember why she'd ever thought so.

Her stud knew exactly how to please her. How to tease her. How to bring her right up to the brink and then back away. To make her head spin and her body melt and leave her begging for more. He never came on too strong, but neither did he give her much chance to breathe. From the first instant his lips made contact with hers, Gabriela was treated to delights such as no mortal woman had ever imagined.

With long, slow strokes, he dragged his soft tongue up over her perineum, along her labia, and over her clitoral hood. Like he was licking an ice cream cone. She shuddered intensely with each masterful lap of his magical tongue. Then he began nibbling on her moist folds, using his lips to massage her womanhood. By the time he hardened his tongue and flicked it back and forth over her little love button, Gabriela was ready to explode. Not that he was about to let her, of course. She would have to wait, enduring the sweetest torture.

His tongue was circling around her stiff clitoris and his fingers tapping against her G-spot when she finally burst. How much time had passed, she couldn't have said. Nor did she care. It could have been an eternity and the experience would still have been too brief.

The look her son gave her when he finished was to die for. He was pleased to see her pleased, glad to have played a part in bringing her a moment of pure bliss. Yet he was also disappointed that she'd finished so soon, for he'd been enjoying himself nearly as much as she'd been. Now that she'd gotten off, though, she'd want him to take the next step. To fill her womb with his glorious young cock.

Gabriela ruffled his hair and told him, "Again."

He grinned from ear to ear.

It wasn't the first time she'd asked for a repeat performance, but there still weren't too many precedents for the request. Seeing the look of delight on his face when she asked him to go down on her again made her feel warm and happy and beautiful.

Her son took his time lifting her back up into the heavens. Eric did not just make love to her. He made music fit to shame Mozart. And she was his instrument.

If Gabriela had ever truly let herself go so completely, releasing all her pain and fear and attachments until there was nothing but the overpowering, reality-distorting, mind-numbing ecstasy, she couldn't remember it. But with Eric between her legs, giving her the performance of a lifetime, and enjoying every moment of it himself, she had no other choice. For the rest of time, any man who sought to please her would be judged against this lofty standard. And if any but her son ever succeeded again, she would be amazed.

After her second orgasm, Gabriela felt too weak to move. Her bones were jelly and her limbs made of lead. Every now and then, her muscles would twitch erratically. No thoughts drifted across her mind. All she could do was smile.

"Not so fast," her son said.

Out of nowhere, a rush of energy poured into her. She looked down and saw her son holding her big toe, the way she'd held his so many times when he was an infant. His skin was glowing, but the faint nimbus faded as he transferred more and more of himself into her.

Gabriela gasped for air.

Draining her completely then filling her back up only to do the same again wasn't going to help her son much. In the end, he'd be slightly better off than if he'd just drained her the once and left it at that. But she realized that wasn't the point. He needed to be at his strongest before facing Hank, yes. That was not simply a pretext to make love to her one last time. But he was obviously bound and determined to make the most of it all the same.

And that was just fine by her.

"I love you so much, Mom," he said as he climbed up into bed beside her.

She pressed a hand to his cheek. "I love you too, baby."

They kissed deeply and the world ended. At least, it felt like it should have. Gabriela could have gladly lain there in bed with her son for the rest of time. If there was an afterlife, and it involved anything other than this right here, she wanted no part of it.

Staring into her son's blue, blue eyes as he took a heavy breast in his hand and began massaging it, Gabriela smiled to herself.

The Homelands had not always been kind to her. As a child, she'd hardly dreamed of marrying a man who'd leave her for his sister, nor of raising five kids together with another woman. If she could have just five minutes with her brother again, or any of her lost family members, she'd gladly give up her immortality and her strange powers. But for all the suffering she'd endured, her path had taken her to a paradise beyond comprehension. The one thing she would not give up, ever, for any reason, was her glorious son.

Eric leaned down and sucked her fat breast into his hungry mouth. She moaned in pleasure. Oxytocin flooded her system as he worried at her nipple. Milk began to leak out. Slowly at first, then with increasing velocity. It felt good to relieve the pressure in her mammary glands. They were so swollen lately. But the best part was the way her son responded. His Libido soared and he moaned enthusiastically. He might not need her milk to survive anymore, to grow strong and healthy, but he yearned for it every bit as much as he had as a child, simply because it came from her.

"God, Eric," she moaned, trailing her fingers lightly through his silky hair. "You have no idea how good that feels."

He didn't reply, of course. Just kept right on sucking.

Her pussy was starting to ache though. Much as she loved having her son lavish attention on her like this, she was getting to the point that she need to feel him inside her. There was a hole in her existence, and only her son's cock could fill it.

"Baby, Mommy needs you," she said.

"I'm right here," he said, taking his warm mouth from her nipple.

"-inside me," she finished. "Need you inside me. Now."