Captured by Home and Loving Comfort

'Are you thinking about it all, where we go from here?' he asked.

'I have done little else, darling,' she sighed before looking away, her thoughts spooling back, just as Ilies' silences suggested that he was doing the same and on how the night had passed.

Cristina met a moment's appraisal of her body as she moved on his bed, wondering how she could not have noticed such a stilled look from him before. Her blood offspring had lived in a converted outhouse until her two eldest had left and following Josif's death. Her undoubted favourite, so different in temperament from her own, had stayed true to her and become a choice comforter in strained times. She felt an ache for him, for a man, in her belly and also the tightening of muscles in her throat as if she struggled to get her breath. Florin did, and said, nothing to persuade her to leave his side.

'Josif always said I was too warm-blooded to be a farmer's wife...'

'But it worked out for you both.'

'Yes...until...until, you know?'

Cristina reached for his hand that nervously clutched the thin sheet on his bed, close to touching the bare skin of her leg. She moved until it did so.

'Mother, Cristina...just don't.' The surprising grip of her hand on his keeps him from moving away, each moment that they are together like this breaking down his resistance to take her, if only once and then never again. 'I...I know you're lonely, cold, that the drink you've had may have...'

Florin meets her silencing stare.

'I'm lonely and, yes, I am cold!' she snaps. 'Yes, you are the company for me, and it feels cozier in here than in my room where I'm alone. Just let me get warm, just let me get under the sheet for a moment or two and lie beside you?'

'What! No...no, you can't do that!'

He sits bolt upright as Cristina moves so that the sheet can be pulled away enough for her to settle underneath it. She puts a restraining hand on his bare thigh. Just her touch is enough to set his pulse racing. To feel the warmth of her thigh against his skin arouses destructive imaginings of what may follow. He pushes at his hardening prick and squirms away as best as he can. He feels her heat so close to him.

'It's snug and warm. I also have company,' she murmurs. Cristina has a wondering smile on her lips and a softened, questioning look in her eyes upon him. 'You've always been the attentive one as your new father, Josif, always said of you.'

'Josif wasn't my father and don't bring him into this!' he says trying to move away, but she detains him. She offers caresses to his chest and belly, but she stops short in her progress. 'Cristina!'

She speaks in a low measured tone as she caresses his skin.

'I'm...I'm here and I'm feeling warmer and more settled. Thank you, Florin, darling.' Before he can stop her, Cristina slides her hands over his belly, moves to kiss his cheek, and as he looks her way, she presses her lips to his mouth. She meets his startled look upon her. 'You've been a good man to me in...in everything else that I ask of you.'

'What...what you're doing now is...it's not normal,' he stammers, his shame at what was happening only to be matched by the growing swell in his underpants, her slow clamps upon it inflaming his senses It's been a week or so since he went with a woman, in town, and Cristina's getting through to him.

Florin has listened, but Cristina's, his mother's, this woman's breasts are pushing against his bare skin and the soft warmth of her thigh is now to be felt caressing his legs. A woman is pursuing him. here in his bed. Trips to a nearby town, and the ministrations of a favoured tart, are nothing to what he is now beginning to feel. The fabric of his briefs is being stretched all on account of the mental and physical stimuli that the woman in his bed is bringing to him and that she now shows every sign of seeking to ardently pursue with him.

'Mother, don't, this is crazy!'

His words do not discourage her. He's given voice to the raging and conflicting emotions that she arouses in him. He feels her hot breaths on his lips and meets the wondering look of her eyes upon him as she clamps her fingers over the bulge in his pants and slowly, seducingly, works his length.

'Call me Cristina...I'm Cristina to you now,' she murmurs suggestively, yet her voice hardening for an instant. 'I was never your mother in that sense, and I know and I can feel the turmoil in you, just as there is in me now, Florin, darling! We're together here, just the two of us. Who is to know?'

'We will! Don't go on!' he growls but to no effect. 'We shouldn't be like this! No...don't!'

'Don't be embarrassed to show me what you feel for a woman, even for me who is here in bed beside you.' Cristina's voice coaxes in warm whispers of breath to his face. Her hand has again moved to clamp on the swell of his prick. She works it in slow moves, seeking to coax him to abandon any remaining restraint. 'I...I have wondered if you find relief living alone out here and only with me for company.'

'No, or not in the way that you mean!'

'Good, but you could have me and be good to me now. You can help me feel complete again.'

Her slowly spoken words accompany the questing touches of her hands that have found their way under the waistband of his pants. Cristina brazenly moves to kiss his belly, she then squirms to sit on him, her hands on his chest as she bends down to him, provoking and certain.

'Cristina, just you slow down! No, wait!'

'Undress me!' she commands hoarsely, ignoring his pleas to stop.

'Cristina! This is madness, what you ask of me!' The press of her heavy breasts against his chest arouse a riot of emotions; the gnaw of longing for her was impossible to deny, nor was the ache in his penis that her touches arouse. 'You know that I'm here for you!

'And you can let go of what you now feel for me, and we can share.. a man and a woman alone,' she smiles softly. 'You want me, the woman, darling. I know and feel that now from how you are, so hard and long.'

Her touches prompted him to push down his briefs, his penis springing free and accompanied by her soft gasp of wonder to see him so aroused.

His hands are in her hair as she bends to kiss him. This woman's breaths are warm and seducing, and not the practiced and unfeeling touches of lips he knows of from the whores in town. There is only one that he bonds with in ways that Cristina now seeks of him, his senses confused by both pleasure and guilt.

Her movements have pushed the sheet away and he does as she asks, her hands claiming him, stroking his chest, and her fingers pinching his nipples. He grabs the hem of Cristina's night-dress and is soon urged to kiss the tumble of her naked breasts as the garment is pulled over her body and they are fully exposed to his gaze and touch, for him to suck on Cristina's nipples as she gropes him, squeezes his length and sac until he can bear it no more.

'You are so strong, darling...so strong,' she kisses.

He seeks to twist away from her wanton and aberrant claims upon him with her rough hands, slicked mouth, and the rapid flickering and slicking licks of her tongue over the tip of his penis. Her mouth feels so warm as she sucks on him.

'Cristina...Cristina...don't, no more!' he gasps on quickening breaths. Her ways are wonderful and they confound all that he has thought of her. 'We can't do this! We can't! Doing this is madness!'

'No one will know so don't say anything!' she hissed in reply. 'Just go on, go on!' she calls out, not wanting him to stop in what she has prevailed upon him to do in claiming her breasts.

Her hands hold his head in encouragement, and to have him resume in his delighting of her, to move from one breast to the other as she groaned in her rediscovered pleasure; that of a man being taken to her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he pressed his questing mouth to her skin, felt his fingers caress her wet folds, and plumb her opening. Her body moves to claim these touches upon her and she contracts her muscles around his fingers, squirming to feel the brush of his thumbs over her pussy's lips before pressing into her.

'Yes...yes, go on! That feels wonderful!'

'Cristina, mother! This is just crazy!' he gasps, failing in his efforts to stop or to deny his lust to take a woman's body, any woman's body; his lustful thoughts and actions too much to withstand, and Cristina's ways breaking down any remaining doubts that he has clung to.

'No, it's not crazy and you do it so well!' Cristina silences him with renewed kisses and shares in their halting breaths. 'I'll do what I know you like.'

She bends over him to sweep her breasts over his chest in slow mesmerizing sweeps, her nipples hard as buds. She then moves up his body, allowing her tits to hang just within reach of his mouth. He grasped them and began to lick and suck slowly, doing so around the crowns as she stiffened her back and made soft noises of wanton pleasure.

'Think of a woman, of me! Think of a woman with her needs! I am that woman and I have those needs and feelings, darling! Help me with them...do that for me, Florin, my darling!'

She clung to him and looked into Florin's eyes before bending to kiss him, all restraint forsaken.

'Oh Cristina, this is just crazy!'

He sees Cristina's far-away look. He felt the sudden clamp of her hands on his shoulders as she bent down to silence him and pressed her fingers to his lips.

'I'll show you how crazy a lonely and no longer beautiful woman can be!'

'I've seen the beauty in you! I never thought you to be ugly,' he groans in confession. 'My staying here was a help in your loneliness I thought, but...but this?'

'I have also had a different feeling, that of an empty loneliness, darling, and of being alone in so many other ways.'

She has moved to take hold of him, rubbed the glistening tip of his erect prick to her spot and she slowly moves to encourage his entry. Cristina settles, then rises, and settles again as his flesh enters and gradually, pleasurably, opens the way and it plumbs her body. She shudders and groans on discovering that she has claimed all of him.

'Oh! Oh...Cristina! You wonder, that feels so good!'

Her expert, sinuous movements soon have him deep inside her and he meets Cristina's demands, as she leans forward to caress his skin with the tips of her breasts. She moves them over his skin in slow arousing sweeps, his hands on her fleshy hips setting a pounding rhythm, the bed springs creaking eerily, furiously, and without reprieve.

'You understand what I have missed, don't you?'

'Yes, but ending it and with me? This is crazy!'

He says it time and again, but she refuses to relent. He's in thrall to her now, to all that she does, shamelessly and purposefully in claiming him and all that he brings to her in the act of feral loving. She rises and slams down on him with increasing urgency, her fingers stroking his gorged flesh and pinching his skin.

'Fill me, Florin! Find and fill me, darling! Please fill me in! Forget everything and everyone else and just do it for me...for us!'

His mouth is on her parted lips and they share in gasps of anticipation. She can taste him and breathe in his heat. She squirms as his caresses open her, the pursuit of forbidden, wanton pleasure making her gasp in abandon and longing as he finally finds her.

She had watched his beautiful cock slide over moistened lips and seen the tip part her pussy's lips before entering her moist heat. She watches it move, to withdraw, and then enter her body raw and enter her body again and again in a seducing, fevered rhythm.

'Go on darling, go on! It feels so wonderful!'

Cristina moaned deeply as she stared up at the darkened ceiling and saw how their shadows danced on the wall behind him. She wondered how to be forgiven for pursuing this forbidden act between them.

Cristina stifled her cries against his lips as Florin rammed into her, as a frenzied rhythm persisted and her breasts swayed over his skin. They were jerked from his lips only to be found again. Would he burst inside her; would she be satisfied with what he brought to her so emphatically deep?

'Darling...darling, Florin!' she gasps in fear for what she had aroused in him as they pursue an unrestrained, frenzied, and forbidden rut that Florin now wished, through his actions, to bring to a soaring and tempestuous conclusion.

His penis slid up into the warm, tight recesses of her body and she screamed. She screamed out his name and in her pleasure for what he brought to an older woman. Florin lived with her, she had known him to be devoted and attentive, she had wondered on it, whether to pursue him and satisfy her frustration with someone so close.

She now had her answer.

Florin stifled his passionate cries and breaths against her throat. He felt Cristina hold him to her as the last spurts of fulfilment left him and flooded her body in searing rushes. She shuddered and tensed her muscles around his prick, jerked and tugged upon him until she ached from pleasure and effort.

'Darling! You've done it for me and us!' she yelled, on halting breaths, before slumping down upon him in her shuddering climax. She had felt him flush her, his body shuddering as Florin held her down on him. 'You've done it for me, darling, for me.'

He was woken from his reverie as he felt a touch on his face and looked at her for a moment.

'Yes I've done it, but not just for you,' Florin sighed, audible even out here on the road as he recalled every moment with her in his bed, how they had fucked...what he had wanted of her, from her, and with her. Oh, how he had done so.

Cristina had even said that she now knew how he felt about her after they had shared in the act several times through the night, the ferocity of their couplings as if to erase the guilt that they felt from having succumbed to the claims that they made on each other from the very beginning.

The woman beside him, on the wagon's bench seat, had taken him somewhere that he'd never been before. The pale-skinned woman, his mother to all that knew them, had ridden his pole and had done so in crazed nostalgia for what had been lost, only for her to be confounded by his uninhibited ways, once she had broken through his defences and remaining restraint.

The pleasure that had then been shared had known no limits.

Cristina heard him sigh, again, and met Florin's stilled look upon her for only a moment, the hooves on the road beating a slow, steady, rhythm as if in time with his thoughts.

'Darling, I think we're at the butcher's place,' she murmurs, a hand sliding over his thigh for only an instant. Cristina knew what had been at work in him as they rode into town. 'I'll go buy something for our supper, shall I? It's an evening together like no other.'

Cristina knew that they had each been captured by a shared home life and all the loving comforts that the isolated farmstead could bring to them.