Blessed Ch. 03-04

Kit barely notices the glow lamps on the walls flaring brighter and brighter as he couples with his mother. Now that it is over they return to their normal level, darkening the hallway again.

The lovers relax into one another's embrace. Kit quietly recovers his breathing. Serana looks over his shoulder, and whispers into his ear, "I think Belle just stumbled upon us."

Despite himself, Kit starts. He half turns, looking behind him, seeing only an empty corridor. He is suddenly all too aware of his situation; half-hard cock embedded within his mother, her limbs entwined around him, their combined juices flowing down her thighs. In the middle of a hallway.

"She's gone now," Serana says quietly. "She stayed to watch for a few moments and then scurried off." She smiles and begins to gently disengage herself from Kit's hold. "I think, too, that she is surprised at how aroused she was by witnessing our coupling."

"Really?" Kit says. Serana finds her feet once more. Kit steps away, pulling free of her clasping pussy with a wet sound that makes them both chuckle. Serana smooths her skirts while Kit pulls up his pants and rethreads his belt.

Serana smiles enigmatically, and seems about to say more, but before she does a pair of pretty servants turn a corner, guiding a cart piled high with fruit and chocolate and bottles of wine. They curtsy in Serana and Kit's general direction as they pass, but fail to react as Kit finishes buckling his belt.

Arm in arm, Kit and his mother follow the cart to her rooms at the other end of the palace.

*

Serana's apartments are sumptuous but tasteful. Stylish, but clearly lived-in. She has a study, a drawing room, a dining room, a full bath, a bedroom, a kitchenette, and a balcony that looks out over the courtyard. A cool evening breeze blows into the room, ruffling Kit's hair, as his mother dismisses the servants and shuts the door.

"It is an exquisite feeling," she says as she turns to her son and kisses him lightly on the lips, "to feel your lover's ardor dripping down your legs."

She kisses him again. "But it is also a very sticky feeling," she adds with a light laugh. "I am going to freshen up. Have some dessert, pour us some wine, and I will return in a moment."

"If you take longer than that, I'm coming in after you," Kit says, letting her pull away and dart into the bedroom. He watches her go, feeling a strange mix of lust and love and melancholy.

The latter feeling, so puzzling, he pushes away for the time being. He opens a bottle of wine and pours two generous glasses. From the back of his brain comes the thought that, even with his attention focused directly on his mother, he should have been aware of his sister in the hall. Has his mother so clouded his mind with lust that he is that unaware of his surroundings? He would never have been caught with his guard down like that in the Scarlet City.

Maybe it is just the fact that he is home, and he feels safe enough to let himself go? He shakes his head, picking up a strawberry and popping it in his mouth. Whatever the reason, he resolves to be more attentive in the future. Assassins may be a remote possibility on this island, but they are still possible. Some part of him must remain on guard at all times.

He feels his mother's presence, an incandescent beacon of Blessed power, enter the room. Slowly Kit turns. Unconsciously his jaw drops open and his pants tighten.

She stands framed in the doorway, a goddess incarnate. Long dark hair loose enough to fall down her shoulders, but pinned back out of her eyes. Fresh makeup, darker and smokier, shadowing her eyes and lips. A necklace of sparkling emeralds at her throat. Her enormous breasts cupped and contained by a strapless black demibra that leaves the high tops of her smooth flesh bare and plumped up, creating a deep canyon of cleavage. Smooth belly declining to an abbreviated pair of black panties that molds itself to her neatly trimmed sex. Long, muscular legs encased in black stockings that cling to her strong thighs like a second skin. Feet encased in modest black strappy heels that give her impressive height a further incline.

Clearly, some measure of magic was involved in her transformation. No one else could "freshen up" that quickly.

Full, ruby lips twist into a smile. "You approve, darling?"

"Mother," Kit manages to say, "you look ravishing."

She giggles, a throaty, girlish sound. "Well then, my sweet, why don't you come and ravish me?"

Kit grins. He stretches himself up to his full height, raising his arms in a mock-threatening gesture. He roars and lurches towards her.

Serana squeals and pivots on her high heels, giving her son a view of her delectable ass, each cheek all but entirely exposed by the cut of her panties. She scurries off, laughing and giggling, into the bedroom. Kit pursues, laughing himself.

Serana throws herself on her bed. It is enormous, and could easily fit four people if necessary. Blankets and cushions abound, draped across a thick and fluffy comforter.

Kit has never been in his mother's bedroom before. He registers it briefly, noting in the back of his mind the craftsmanship of the furniture, the size and sturdiness of the patio doors which are open to the summer night, a wall of mirrors against one wall which must house her closets, and a number of paintings scattered around the room, each depicting family members; some lost and forgotten, some never known or met, and others who are in the palace this very night. But right now, Kit's focus is on his mother.

He looms over her beside the bed, admiring her gorgeous body as she drapes herself across the comforter. Her legs are closed, knees slightly bent. She leans back on her elbows, breasts somewhat flattened by her posture, but still primarily molded by her lingerie. Head erect, eyes open and shining, cheeks flushed, lip parted.

Kit shrugs out of his jacket and kicks off his boots. His mother gestures, and his pants and undergarments find themselves on the floor as well. Kit smiles and pulls his shirt over his head. Serana scuttles back on her elbows and ass across the bed. She beckons her son with a crooked finger.

Naked, Kit climbs onto the bed with his mother, crawling to her on hands and knees. His cock is already hard and throbbing, a thick staff of muscle between his legs, red and beginning to weep.

Kit crawls across his mother's body. His cockhead nudges against her belly, leaving a leaky imprint, as he leans forward and presses his lips against hers. His tongue drives into her mouth, tasting and dueling with his mother's. She mewls beneath him. Her arms come up and encircle his broad shoulders, while her bra-clad breasts rise up to press against his chest.

Serana releases him, breathless. Her hands apply gentle pressure to his shoulders. Guided by his mother, Kit slides backward. Face to face with the long dark line of her cleavage, Kit buries his nose and lips between the soft, inviting fullness of her breasts. He kisses and licks their mighty expanse, rubs his rough cheeks against her smooth flesh. He kisses her nipples through her bra and is about to pull the garment from her when she gently pushes his shoulders again.

Kit obliges. He kisses his way along her abdomen. Soft, delicate kisses that alight like butterflies along her flawless skin. Her stomach flutters beneath his lips. Still she nudges him lower.

Grinning to himself, knowing what she wants, eager to show her that he can bring her the same pleasure her mouth gave him, Kit slides further backward. Now he is face to face with her panty clad pussy. There is a damp spot on the front panel, and the fabric is tight enough against her that Kit can make out her lips. He grasps the edges of her panties and, after looking to her for approval, tugs them down her legs. He throws them aside without another thought, turning back to the treasure between his mother's legs.

Her neatly trimmed mound, a triangle of short dark hair, adorns her otherwise bare lips. They are engorged and pink, slick with his mother's juices, and releasing a heady scent that makes Kit dizzy with lust. At the apex of her lips, he sees a nub of flesh, and instinctively he places his lips against it with the same force as one of his butterfly kisses. Serana hisses, the muscles in her thighs jump.

"Darling boy," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Darling baby boy."

Kit kisses her left thigh, sucking lightly. He kisses her right thigh, duplicating the gesture. And he kisses between them, tongue and lips pressing and sucking lightly against her other lips. She tastes divine. Sweet as honey, fresh as saltwater. Inexperienced but eager to please, he does to her pussy what he did with her mouth, driving his tongue between her lips. Kit's tongue extends as far as it can and he lashes it against her inner folds. She moans, closing her thighs around his head as one hand threads through his hair and grips him.

Kit begins to drag his tongue along the lips of her pussy, like he would if he were eating an ice treat; long licks from base to apex. She shivers every time the tip of his tongue touches that little nub. He loves her reaction.

Tentatively, he brings a hand up between them and places a fingertip at her entrance. Her lips suck in his digit, warm and wet and welcoming. He begins to slowly thrust his finger in and out, still licking, but now pausing each time he reaches the top to flick his tongue repeatedly against that nub.

Beneath him, his mother is moaning and panting. She repeats his name over and over, following by the breathless exhalation: "Twelve Gods."

A second finger follows the first, and he speeds up his movements, really fucking his fingers into her pussy. He forgoes the licks, settling his lips and tongue on that little nub that seems to vibrate with electric force whenever he touches it.

Her hips rock, driving her pussy up into his face. Her legs wrap around his shoulders. Her hand, at the back of his head, directs him, as his lips and tongue elicit moan after moan from her. "Darling boy, so delicious, so delightful," Serana gasps. "How you look after your mother, such a good son." She moans. "Good son, good son, good son," she repeats again and again, voice rising with each declaration, until she is roaring a wordless cry and her body is spasming beneath Kit's lips and hand.

Her juices soak his fingers and lips and cheeks. He slurps up her fluids as if they were ambrosia, the food of the gods themselves, having never tasted anything so wonderful and divine. She shudders beneath him for a long time and he lessens his assault, retreating from her clitoris, withdrawing his fingers, but still kissing and licking until she pushes him away, huge breasts heaving and wobbling in the confines of her bra as she gasps for breath.

"I find it hard to believe," she says after a while, "that you have never done that before." Serana is still panting, her body slick and shiny with sweat, damp locks of hair clinging to her forehead and shoulders.

Kit shakes his head, licking his lips. "I swear to you, mother, that you are my first woman in every way." He smiles with a mixture of pride and shyness. "I did receive instruction in the proper way to please a woman, however."

Serana smiles wryly, appearing not to be convinced. "I think I shall have to send that particular instructor a healthy bonus, then."

"I did well?" Kit grins again, this time more insolently.

Sitting up, Serana kisses her son on lips stained with her own fluids. "Very well for your first time," she says. "By summer's end, you will be even better. I plan on spending as much time with your face between my legs as possible." She reaches between them, grasping his thickness, which if anything has grown harder and longer during the course of devouring his mother's pussy. "But right now I need something else between my legs."

Serana falls backward, pulling her son with her. His engorged cock glides across her nether lips. A thick dollop of precum seeps out onto her dampened mound. Serana kisses Kit again, and then actually licks herself off his cheeks. Kit pulls his hips back, adjusts them, and drives forward. But again he glances off the target, the thick plum-shaped head of his cock, slick and shiny with precum, sliding across his mother's mound and belly, leaving a glistening trail.

She giggles, reaching between them to grasp him once more and line him up. His hips jab forward. Kit's cockhead nudges against his mother's pussy. They both gasp into one another's mouth as his dick sinks into her warm, wet, gooey center. Her inner muscles grip and caress him as he slowly penetrates into her very core. Her pussy devours him inch by inch as he takes his time savoring the familiar but no less miraculous feeling of being inside his own mother.

But she is impatient. She wraps herself around him and raises her hips up, all but swallowing him whole, and she cries out with release as her son is suddenly balls deep within her pussy. Kit grunts, all thought of savoring the moment gone, replaced by animal lust and the need to mate.

He pulls back quickly, until only the head of his cock remains, and drives forward with savage intensity. Serana's tits, still encased in her bra, bounce almost to her chin with the force of Kit's thrust. Again and again he drives into her, each thrust with the same intensity as the last. Serana throws her head back and howls, her pussy clamping down hard on his thrusting cock. Her fluids soak into his skin, mat his crotch, drip onto his balls. Still he fucks into her. Their bout in the hallway has given him the stamina needed to really lay into her, while his gamahuching has primed her for repeated release.

She twists her body and his, and suddenly he is on his back, looking up at her as she rides him. Her hair whips around her face, the pins long since lost, a dark sweat-dampened cloud that cannot hide the intensity of the lust in her eyes. She flicks a finger and her bra goes flying off, almost shooting across the room. Her large, heavy breasts with their wide areolas and their beautifully hard nipples bounce up and down as he thrusts into her.

Kit reaches up, cupping a breast in each hand, marveling at how much spills out between his fingers. She leans down, hips slamming into him over and over, and he fastens his lips around a swaying nipple. She shudders and comes again as he begins to suckle in time to the hammering thrusts of his cock into her greedy, fertile pussy.

With both breasts between his hands, he places his head between them, pressing his nose into her breastbone and inhaling deeply her intoxicating scent. His head is all but trapped in her cleavage. He loves the feel of her skin against his cheeks, the weight of each breast in his hands, the hardness of her nipples against his palms.

He licks the skin between her breasts and then kisses his way up to her throat, where he lightly nips and sucks, until he finds his mother's lips and kisses her fiercely. Then, with arms around her back, he rolls them both again, and she is once more beneath him. Not once do his hips pause in their onslaught, driving his raging cock over and over into her weeping depths.

She is twisting and moaning beneath him, her legs in their stockings spread wide to accept him. Her eyes aglow, her full lips twisted into a feral, lustful snarl. Her hands cup his muscular ass, urging him on, deeper and deeper, as he rides her.

She is coming almost continuously now. He can feel it as endless pulses of energy bleeding off of her, into the atmosphere, into the room, into him. All the lights in the room are blazing hot and bright, miniature suns that raise the temperature in the room so that they are both sweating profusely, almost slipping against one another as they furiously fuck. The patio doors, open to the night, explode outward to their full extension, wooden slats rattling at the force. The images in the mirrors of the two of them fucking lengthen and distort, twist and swirl into strange patterns. Kit feels it in his chest, as heat and pressure build in his heart, pumping oxygen into his extremities, swelling his muscles with strength.

He has no sense of time. The moment seems endless. The two of them, the center of the universe. Mother and son, Blessed and Blessed, power and strength, lust and love. The endless moment builds and builds. Kit feels his own release of power rising.

His balls tighten as he plunges his length as deep into his mother as he can go. He feels himself bottom out, the spongy head of his cock almost flattening, and he cries out. Maybe it's her name, maybe it is just "mother," maybe it's no word at all. And then he erupts. His cock throbs and expels its precious load in thick ropes of semen rich seed, directly into his mother's receptive womb. Jet after jet, rope after rope, fills her full to bursting, as he empties himself into her. She rides her own crest as he pumps into her, releasing a cry of her own that shatters the mirrors and light fixtures in the room. Shards of glass and light explode around them as they climax together.

In the darkness, as they lay huddled together in a sweaty, cum soaked mess in the middle of the bed, Kit sees light sparking at the edges of the bed and on the floor. "I think the room is on fire," he manages to say.

Serana laughs weakly. She disengages from the boneless heap of her son and concentrates. Her eyes glow with emerald light. Flames are extinguished as a sudden shrieking wind fills the room. She gestures, and the mirrors and glass flow back together seamlessly. Another flick of her fingers, and the lights begin to flutter back to life.

"We are going to have to get better at containing energy when we make love, darling. We can't be destroying every room we have sex in."

Kit grins. He is slowly regaining his senses and his strength. "Can't we?"

Serana laughs. She settles down next to Kit and molds her plush curves against his angular masculinity. "I suppose," she says. "After all, if you fuck me like that all summer, I could probably have enough energy to build another manor house from scratch."

"You could do that?" Kit wraps his arms around his mother. He is already hardening against her thigh.

Serana snuggles into her son. "A slight exaggeration. But it's one of the less publicized benefits of coupling with another Blessed. The power gain is temporary, but if done enough times, it can become permanent."

"You're saying that the more you and I have sex, the stronger we will become?"

Serana laughs. "I suppose that bonus was a bit premature. Did they teach you anything practical at that school?"

"I'll show you practical," Kit says with a growl. His mother giggles like a young girl, but soon her laughter dissolves into lustful moans.