Blessed Ch. 07

Serana glides easily on her heels, throwing a little emphasis in her hips as she approaches the foot of the bed. Kit hardens almost immediately, blood rushing to his cock, making it thicken and rise from between his legs. The head is flushed and purple, flaring and throbbing as he takes in the awesome sight of his goddess-like mother.

Serana begins a sinuous dance around the room, pirouetting on her toes, swinging her hips, causing the filmy gown to swirl around. Her pendulous breasts sway and shake with each exaggerated movement, her large pink nipples tenting the thin fabric noticeably. As she moves, her hands make patterns in the air, flickering lights announcing the formation of wards. Strategically placed candles all around the room flare to life as well, as the glowstones slowly dim, leaving the room lit only by candlelight.

Kit watches avidly, enjoying not only the graceful dance in and of itself, but the economy of her magic. The candles add a romantic light to the room, while the wards will ensure that they don't accidentally wreck everything during their love-making.

At some point, the ribbon tying her gown together is pulled, and she slowly slides the garment off her shoulders. She pauses at the foot of the bed once more, green eyes smoldering with eldritch light. With a shrug, the gown falls to the floor, revealing her magnificent breasts and gorgeous form.

Kit springs from the bed, landing lightly beside her. Serana is momentarily startled but her surprise quickly turns to delight as Kit grasps her by her slim waist and lifts her into the air. Serana shrieks like a girl as Kit throws her gently on to the bed with a growl.

He catches one muscular, silk clad leg and runs his hand along it until he reaches her ankle. With a few deft movements, he unlaces her heeled shoe and tosses it over his shoulder. She smiles at him and wiggles her dainty toes. Impulsively, Kit grips her foot and plants a kiss on her largest toe.

The other foot lands on his shoulder. Kit reaches up and repeats his earlier movement, removing the shoe and tossing it aside. He rests the remaining leg against his other shoulder and moves up onto the bed. With his hands now free, Kit reaches for the thin white panties, already showing signs of dampness. He can see the impression of her lips against the fabric, and it makes his mouth water.

His fingers reach under the waistband and tug. Serana raises her plush bottom and stretches her legs, allowing her son to pull her panties free in moments. She giggles once more like a girl and settles her stocking-clad calves on his broad shoulders once more.

Kit looks down at his mother, laid out on her bed like a banquet, and marvels once more at the fact that he has been chosen to love this woman, so intimately, so physically, so fiercely. His cock throbs with hunger, but he has another craving to satisfy first.

Kit lowers himself, feeling his mother's long legs slide along his shoulders, her stockings whispering across his skin. He catches the scent of her arousal as he draws closer, sees the moisture decorating her lips. With a salacious grin, he closes the gap, purses his lips, and blows softly across her pussy. Serana shivers beneath him. He feels a hand on the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair caressingly.

She mewls softly as Kit buries his head between her legs. His head swims, as much from her intoxicating aroma as from the fact that he is doing this with his own mother. Even after all that has come before, this fact still amazes him.

Kit's long tongue extends and he drags it across his mother's moistened gash. Her powerful thighs close around his ears, muffling her sounds, as he goes to work. He licks and nibbles and sucks. His tongue dives into her, parting her pink folds, teasing her soaking, steaming interior. His teeth nip her meaty lips. His lips tease the hot little nubbin of her clit.

His mother's fluids flood his mouth, stain his lips, and run down his chin as Kit devours her. She writhes and moans beneath him, pressing gently but firmly on the back of his head with both hands. Kit's own hands roam along his mother's legs and beneath them, to cup and knead her broad, muscular ass as it clenches and unclenches with lust. Her hips drive her needy pussy up into his face. Her hand guides him around her divine opening, urging him to attack her clit then pulling him away as it gets too sensitive, then forcing him back again when his tongue, coiling inside her, drives her wild.

In short order he is rewarded with her first orgasm. The candles flicker. Energy explodes out of her, even as her fluids gush and fill his mouth. The energy washes through Kit and into the room, rebounds off the wards, and is absorbed once again by the lovers. Kit feels strength surge through his frame, feels his cock growing thicker and harder between his legs. A river of precum weeps from the head and stains the sheets.

He grips his mother's ass cheeks in both hands and thrusts his tongue deep in her pussy hole. He slurps and sucks, swallowing her nectar like ambrosia. Serana is beginning to keen. She pulls his head away from her weeping pussy momentarily, adjusts him slightly, and then mashes herself against his lips again, this time with her clit pressed directly against his upper lip. He captures her sensitive flesh with his mouth and sucks and nibbles gently, eagerly, relentlessly.

Energy crashes into him like a wave. On the bed, Serana arches her back, thrusting her pelvis into her son's face. Her big breasts wobble on her chest, engorged nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her head is thrown backward, long hair a dark cloud around her, mouth agape in silent scream, tears of lust filling her eyes.

"Cock," she manages to spit out. Her thighs drop from Kit's head and she reaches down, almost clawing at his naked back. "Need your cock," she says, driven nearly mindless by her lust.

Kit pulls away from his mother's pussy, his lips and chin glistening with her juices, and pulls himself up and over her on his knuckles. She lies beneath him, wanton and ready. Her legs spread wide, the tapes of her garter stretched taught against her skin. His mother reaches between them to grasp the massive, throbbing member that hovers over her belly and angles him downward. She fits the big purple head against her slot. They both breathe a simultaneous sigh of relief as flesh presses against flesh, and then Kit's hips drive forward.

And like that, he is inside his mother once more. The place he belongs. His hardness swallowed by her softness, his thickness engulfed by her heat. He sinks to the hilt inside her, his heavy balls coming to rest against her full and springy ass. Her large breasts nearly flatten against is chest. He looks up into her eyes, and sees his own love and lust mirrored there.

Serana takes Kit's head in her hands and curls toward him, careful to keep his throbbing cock trapped inside her fertile pussy, pressing her lips tight against his and kissing him fiercely. "Fuck your mother, darling boy," she whispers.

Kit complies. He braces his arms beside her shoulders and pulls his hips back, driving forward once again as quickly as possible, legs and ass flexing with the movement. He slams into her again and again. He feels her open to him with each invasion, letting him drive deeper and deeper. She lifts her hips to meet his every thrust, and her thighs wrap around his midsection, as if to trap him between her legs. But there is nowhere he would rather be, not at this moment.

Her breasts shiver and bounce, hard nipples scraping against his chest, with each heaving thrust. She makes little gasps and cries, her emerald eyes half-lidded, watching her son intensely as he plunders her pussy.

"Now come for your mother," she gasps. "Fill me up, darling boy, make me yours."

Kit groans into her collarbone. He slams into her deeply, feeling her clit mashing beneath his pubis as he plumbs her depths. He hitches his hips, withdraws, drives forward again.

"Fill me, son," Serana croons.

And he does. He is on the upstroke when he feels that familiar charge building at the base of his cock and he quickly pistons his cock forward just as it swells and throbs and bucks, erupting its precious load into his mother's receptive womb. He groans with each spasm, as his cock sends thick viscous rope after thick viscous rope of virile semen spiraling into her depths. Serana's breath hitches in response, and she shares a small orgasm as her son climaxes once more inside her.

The candles around them flare briefly and energy washes over them, smashing against the wards and washing back to its point of origin.

Kit's eruption tapers off, but he remains rock hard inside her. He smiles up into his mother's flushed, bright-eyed face. He withdraws and slides home again, slowly fucking into her once more. She is slicker now, gooier, but still grips him tightly. Her inner muscles caress his length and her stocking clad legs tighten around him. "Darling boy," Serana coos. "You are so good to me."

He allows himself another lusty grin before capturing a nipple between his teeth and playfully biting. Kit saws his cock in and out of Serana's pussy, taking his time, using slow languorous movements. His cock is hot and hard, and she makes him hotter and harder, contracting her inner muscles around his length as he slowly pumps into her.

"Mother," Kit gasps as he drives into her. "Mother, Mother, Mother." He feels her contract beneath him, as her own crisis crashes into her. He continues the steady slow pumping, drawing out her orgasm. Serana's head falls back and her throat works soundlessly. Energy washes over the room, over the lovers, and Kit feels it surge within him. Feels his cock respond, thickening, growing more eager.

His pace increases. The muscles in his shoulders, back, and thighs clench and unclench with the effort. He rains kisses down upon her perfect breasts as they shake beneath him. He kisses his mother's throat and chin and finds her mouth. And when those full red petals press against his lips, he feels his own release arrive suddenly and unbidden.

Kit's hips thrust forward, his rampant, throbbing cock driving deep again, his full and ready balls bouncing off her lush ass. He feels the charge building, building, building, and then it erupts, jettisoning thick spurts of seed into his mother's core once more. She cries out as his cum impacts within her womb, pouring into her, seeking an egg, seeking to create life.

His soul sings. He feels himself pouring out through the tiny opening in his angry purple cockhead, emptying himself once more into his own mother.

When Kit regains his senses, he is stretched out naked on the bed beside his mother. Both of them soaked in sweat and coital fluids, breathing heavily. Serana has a wide grin plastered to her beautiful face. She laughs self-consciously as Kit's eyes focus on her, raising a hand to cover her mouth.

"What?" he says.

She laughs again. The hand reaches out to caress his cheek. "You are such a beautiful young man, Kit," she says. "And you make me feel very young myself."

He cups her hand and kisses her. "I assure you, Mother, you don't look a day over two hundred."

She slaps him on the chest, laughing. "Cheeky boy!"

"You are the most beautiful creature my eyes have ever beheld," he says. He kisses her again and she responds.

"Better," she murmurs. He runs a hand down her exquisite flank, reaching out to cup her full perfect buttock. As his fingers press into her yielding flesh, she adds, "Much better."

She levers her body up and over him, straddling him in one easy movement. He can feel the heat of her pussy on his abdomen, as well as feel the seed dripping out of her. She looms over him, her breasts dragging across his chest. Her lips find his again, hungry, needful.

Serana kisses his chin, his throat, his collarbone. She licks sweat from his left pectoral and sucks lightly on his right nipple. Her long dark hair whispers across his skin, tickling him slightly, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Light kisses along his breastbone and across the ridges of muscle on his midsection. She licks up sweat, trailing her tongue along his skin, tasting him.

He hears her slurping, sucking up the seed that dripped from her pussy onto his skin. Her chin nudges against his pubic patch, sodden with their combined fluids. Her lips find the root of him and they go to work, along with her tongue, cleaning him up. She sucks and slurps and licks, removing the evidence of their love-making. She makes noises of appreciation, enjoying their shared taste.

Serana looks up past her son's hardness into his eyes and smiles. "So big and hard again, so quickly," she says, with admiration in her voice.

She wraps long fingers around the base of his cock and levers it upright. Tucking a lock of hair behind an ear, she swallows the broad head of his cock between her lips and begins to suck. Her eyes watch him while her mouth focuses on his pleasure. Her lips slip over the flared mushroom head, tongue undulating against his sensitive skin. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, and gradually he begins to sink into her mouth. Inch by slow inch.

His cock, slickened by coital fluids and his mother's saliva, slides into her gullet as if oiled. Her nose nestles in his sodden pubes and her nostrils flare. She swallows, and he feels her throat constricting around him. She is squeezing him with her inner muscles once more. There is slurping and schlucking now, as she swallows his precum and her saliva drips out onto his balls.

Kit groans. It is his turn to throw his head back. His hands grab at pillows to keep from grabbing his mother's head and fucking her throat. She cups his balls and kneads them gently, trying to coax out their precious load.

The heat and tightness of Serana's throat, the undulations of her tongue and throat muscles, the hollowness of her cheeks and the slickness of her saliva, and now her teasing fingers. All too much.

Kit's breath hitches once, twice, and then his thick cock is throbbing in his mother's mouth. Ropes of viscous jism spray directly down her esophagus into her belly. She schlurks her mouth upward, until only the angry purple head lies between her lips. Kit's cock throbs and pulses, jetting an endless stream of thick, sperm-laden cum into his mother's mouth. She croons in happiness as the eruption continues, filling her mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge. Cum leaks from her lips, trailing down the length of Kit's cock.

Still holding him, Serana removes her mouth and noisily swallows her son's enormous load. She licks her lips and then kisses away the few drops of cum decorating his still rampant cock.

"Twelve Gods," she breathes, tongue swiping her full lips, "I love how hard you are for me."

"Always, Mother," Kit gasps.

"A prophecy?" she says, smiling wickedly. She crawls on all fours across her son's hard body, dragging her heavy breasts across his thighs and stomach and chest.

"A promise."

Serana lifts her hips, reaches between them, and slots the broad plum-head of her son's cock against her gooey pussy. As her hips drop, swallowing him whole in one fell swoop, she gasps and closes her eyes, enjoying the deliciousness of being full of her youngest son's cock once more.

"One that I will hold you to," she says, beginning to ride him. Her gorgeous breasts with their big, hard, pink nipples sway over his head.

Kit places a hand on either breast and squeezes them together. He admires the long line of cleavage formed for a moment before kissing each nipple in turn. He presses her nipples together and begins to suckle them both at the same time. Serana's hips increase in speed, slamming her hungry pussy into Kit's cock again and again. His own hips are not idle. He raises them up to meet her, driving his cock deeper and deeper. Heat and moisture envelop him, soak into him, and she seems to suck him deeper into her pussy. Her stockings rasp against his hips as she rocks above him.

Her clit flattens against his pubic bone and she is cumming, crying out wordlessly as pleasure overtakes her. Her sugar walls constrict around his surging penis, and her body shakes and shivers over him, her heavy breasts bouncing in his hands. "Kit! My son! My own darling boy! How you make me feel, how you make me lose control!"

She looks down at him, eyes ablaze with eldritch flame. His lips around her right nipple, fingers teasing the left, both hands full of her bouncing tits. "I'm going to climax again, very quickly," she says breathlessly. "Come with me, Kit. Fill me up once more. I want to feel you exploding inside me as I climb to the apex, as the pleasure makes me lose my mind."

Kit grins, face half-buried by his mother's breasts. His hips begin to blur, hammering into his mother's sodden pussy again and again. "Coming, Mother," he says, voice strained as his cock throbs again, so soon after the last time. Kit's dick bucks and shivers deep within Serana's core, pumping her full to bursting once more with his cum. He groans and she cries out with each throbbing burst, as stream after stream of pearly white jism erupts from his pleasure-tortured cock.

Serana shivers and moans, her own climax riding hard on the last one, and she drops her head to bury it against Kit's shoulder. Each impact of his cum against the roof of her womb makes her feel as if she is cumming herself, but no, it is just a long and intense climax being deliciously dragged out. Energy washes off the both of them, nearly shattering the wards which have already taken so much abuse. But they hold, and the energy rebounds back onto the sweating, climaxing lovers.

The darkened room momentarily blazes as bright and hot as the sun, Kit and Serana incandescent at the heart of it, but just as suddenly the light dims and mother and son lay entwined together on the bed, in the warm night, each of them momentarily sated and murmuring sweet endearments in the ears of the other.