Homelands Pt. 07 Ch. 05

"What is it, baby?" she asked, a hint of concern creeping into her voice.

"Nothing," he said, staring into her eyes. Had there ever been a more beautiful woman, with a more beautiful pair of big, brown eyes? How could he stand seeing disappointment in those beauties? "Nothing at all," he added, before planting another kiss on her soft lips.

Whether she believed him, he couldn't have said. But if only because his mother was so eager to have him all to herself, once again in control of his senses, she didn't say anything. She just threw herself into the kiss, and soon enough his father's silver flute was the farthest thing from Cahill's thoughts.

He laid his mother down in the grass and slowly entered her. The soft gasp she let out as he spread her lips wide almost gave him pause. The thought of hurting her, even a little, was unbearable. But the swell of her libido and the smile that quickly spread across her face told him not to worry. As he pushed forward, feeling her warmth envelop him, he too let out a gasp. A few of them, in fact.

Her hole was so warm and tight. With every additional inch that he slid inside her tight pussy, Cahill came closer to climax. Jolts of ecstasy ran down his length, spread up through his belly, and radiated throughout his body.

"That's it, baby," his mother said, reaching up to press her hand lightly against his hard chest. "Take your time." Despite her words, her inner muscles relaxed and squeezed, relaxed and squeezed, pushing him ever closer to the brink. The pleasures she was visiting upon Cahill were almost unspeakable. "We can do it however you like."

He tried to say something back. Anything. But he couldn't. His mouth worked, but the only sounds to escape were half-formed and incoherent.

His mother's beautiful brown eyes held his, mesmerizing him. Her soft lips peeled back, exposing impossibly white teeth that sparkled in the midday sun. She was a vision of beauty. Her daughters, who Cahill had thought himself obsessed with these past few days, had been fortunate enough to inherit some of that. Neither of them was anything but lovely. They couldn't hold a candle to their mother though. Caronwyn was everything Cahill wanted from a woman, and more besides.

Only after his mother started laughing softly, between the soft kisses she bestowed upon his hairy chest, did he realize that he'd lost control already. For a moment, his mind had been unable to process anything but the wonder of it all. The pure, unadulterated majesty of the moment. Then he'd entered a state of infinite bliss. As the euphoria slowly faded and oxygen returned to his blood stream, he heard his mother's laughter, felt her lips against his body and her soft fingers running down his back. Felt her soft yet strong thighs wrapped tightly around his waist and her insides milking him in vain, hoping that perhaps he had just a little more cum to shoot inside her. If he had, he'd have been more than happy to offer it up to her. But, for the moment, he was completely empty.

"Must be some kind of record," his mother remarked.

"I'm sorry," he said, with an embarrassed chuckle. Then, kissing her on the forehead, he said, "Just got a little excited I guess."

"No need to apologize," she replied with a soft smile. "I take it as a compliment."

"Was meant as one," he said.

Wry amusement showed on his mother's gorgeous face. "That so?" she asked, giving his bottom a pinch. "You know what Mommy would consider really flattering?"

"What's that?" Cahill asked.

"If you showed me how much your other parts missed me while your little guy gathers his strength for another round."

"That I can do," Cahill said, pulling back to rest on his knees. "But only because I'm going to pretend you didn't just call me little."

His mother started to correct him, but chose to swallow her words instead, leaving him to make of that what he would. A hint of mischief twinkled in her eye.

"You're bad," he said, rolling her onto her side so he could reach her perfect ass. He gave it a playful smack and delighted in the way the resulting shockwave traveled across a white sea of smooth flesh. That sight alone very nearly coaxed another orgasm out of him.

Cahill started with his mother's feet. Though he wasn't one of those guys who was particularly attracted to that anatomical area, there wasn't a part of his mother's body that didn't turn him on. And, so far as feet went, he supposed she had a nice pair. Cahill noted with pleasure that her toenails were dark red, matching her hair. The golden toe-ring she wore on her left foot excited him more than it probably should have, as did the ankle bracelet she wore on the opposite foot, though it was nothing more than a strip of faded leather with a dozen druidic charms dangling from it. He enjoyed sucking on her pretty little toes and licking her ankles. He even enjoyed kissing the bottoms of her feet, from the slightly tough pads of her soles and the balls of her feet to the smooth skin of her pronounced arches.

There was something humiliating about it. Like he was debasing himself by kissing the lowest part of his mother's body, even though the mortal association of feet with dirt could only be seen as ludicrous by the fey. At any rate, Cahill wasn't sure whether that unthinking reaction detracted from or amplified the pleasure of making love to his mother's feet.

Whatever it said about his status, his integrity, his mother enjoyed it. Thoroughly. And that was all Cahill needed to know. There was nothing he wouldn't do to please his mother.

So thoroughly did she enjoy it, in fact, that she reached a gentle climax. Of course, she'd had a little supernatural assistance, as he'd been gently massaging her Libido with his energy as he'd done the same for her feet with his strong hands. But even so. If Cahill needed a reason to put his mouth to his mother's feet, that soft shudder that ran down her body as a modest orgasm swept over her provided it.

"Ooooh," his mother moaned throatily. "Off to a good start, sweetie."

Cahill smiled and moved up to her legs. As he slowly kissed his way up those shapely stems, his hands went scouting ahead. They explored her smooth skin, helping him get reacquainted with the curves of her body. Her thighs were soft and full, yet her skin was smooth and entirely free of cellulite. No mortal woman had legs like that. In the Dreaming, women who had legs as smooth as his mother's generally lacked curves, and those whose thighs were as full and shapely tended to be riddled with imperfections. Even by the standards of their kind, though, Cahill thought his mother had great legs. Not as great as Liadan's, perhaps, and no better or worse than Fiona's, but still a good deal nicer than most.

"You don't have to finish the routine," his mother said at one point, running her fingers lightly through his hair. "If you wanted to skip ahead to the part where you make me melt in your mouth, I'd find a way to forgive you." Then, chewing on her luscious lower lip, she added, "Or you could go straight to the part where you give Mommy that fat cock of yours."

"Patience is a virtue," Cahill said with a coy smile.

But by the time he got to her amazing ass, he was starting to get impatient himself. Fondling that great treasure got him so hard that his cock hurt. He stared at it in wonder, squeezed it, and gently sank his teeth into it. It was so big, so round, and so soft. Yet its perfect heart shape bespoke thick muscles underneath the generous layer of padding. If asked to describe a more perfect backside, Cahill would have come up short. Those twin mounds of exquisitely pale flesh could not have been more appealing.

Eventually, he set to work giving her a rimjob, though he longed to have his throbbing member push against her sphincter instead of his tongue. The smooth skin of her anus was dark pink and ultra-sensitive. So sensitive, in fact, that his mother reacted so strongly to every tender flick of his tongue that he slowly recovered his commitment to teasing her. Her delightful moans and sighs, the way she alternately squirmed uneasily and jerked her hips back and forth, pushing her ass against his face, all made the waiting worthwhile.

"Fuck, Kay," his mother panted. "That's...so...mmmm." She couldn't even finish the sentence. Soon, her moans turned to whimpers and she started smacking the grass over and over again, seeking to release some of the tension that was building up within her. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" she shouted as she came.

Still Cahill was not done teasing her.

He made his way up her back slowly, trailing his tongue along her spine and massaging her already relaxed muscles. He delighted in every shiver. When he got to her neck and made his way to her delicate ears, his mother started to beg him to end her suffering. She told him how badly she needed to have him inside her again. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. After bringing her right up to the brink of yet another orgasm he pulled back and asked her to roll over. She did, groaning in protest against the torture that was yet to come.

Then Cahill knelt at her feet and started all over again.

He made love to her hips and wrists, her ribcage and her collarbone, and to the insides of her thighs and her cute little navel. Then came her glorious breasts. His mother enjoyed the attention he lavished on her twins so much that he almost forgot that this wasn't the main event, that his exploration of her body would to culminate in the act of cunnilingus. As much as she enjoyed that part of the ritual, though, he enjoyed it even more. He didn't care if his father found his fascination with big breasts to be infantile. His mother's natural wonders would never cease to hold power over him, and Cahill felt no shame in that. Breasts that big should have been saggy and reminiscent of pancakes, yet hers were round and hefty. Her areola were perfectly sized and her pink nipples begged to be played with.

When at long last, Cahill knelt between his mother's legs and feasted on her pussy, she went wild. Strawberry cream filled his mouth almost as soon as he began. She shuddered her way through orgasm after orgasm as his tongue probed her juicy folds and his fingers tap-danced over her G-spot. Ejaculate sprayed from between her legs and energy poured out of her Libido. Still he continued, enjoying her taste and smell nearly as much as the knowledge that he was bringing her intense pleasure.

If she'd have let him, Cahill might have kept on like that for hours. But eventually, Caronwyn decided that she could take no more. She wrapped her thighs around her son's head, holding his antlers like handlebars, and threatened to pop him like a grape if he didn't fuck her. Though he'd enjoyed every moment of the slow seduction, it was with little remorse that he complied with her demand. It was almost as if Cahill had needed her to insist upon having him inside her before he could feel as though he'd done his job right. That he'd truly have her permission to stop his oral ministrations and move on to the next stage.

To start off, he fucked her from behind, and in both holes. Simultaneously. He himself found the added sensation of having her tight sphincter spasming around a second cock to be almost unbearable. He could only imagine how it felt for her. But there was no greater intimacy than that which came from being doubly connected to his mother like that. Nor any image quite so arousing as seeing his two stiff cocks disappearing inside his mother's tight holes at the same time.

"That's it, baby," his mother panted as she slowly rocked her hips back, causing her glorious white orbs to dance for him. "Fuck Mommy good."

He stared in awe at her amazing body, trying desperately to burn the imagine into his mind. To commit every sensory detail to memory, so that he might never again forget how wonderful it was to be with his mother.

Her big ass rippled, like the surface of a lake disturbed by a strong wind. With every thrust, he sent those twin globes dancing. Beautiful red hair, unlike that of any other Walker, spilled down her slender back. The ropes of muscle flanking her spine stood at attention.

"Just...like...that," his mother said.

Inside, she gripped him as tight as she could. Which was tight indeed, though her muscles spasmed so wildly that it was an uneven vice grip. Cahill felt his mother's Libido brimming, like a river overflowing its banks during a storm.

Although he was enjoying himself greatly, he suddenly decided to take things in a different direction. One he knew his mother would appreciate.

Allowing his second dick to fade away, he focused instead on turning himself into a centaur. Though that meant that he only had one cock with which to fuck Caronwyn senseless, it was a monster cock that spread her as wide as she could stand. Standing on four legs, crouched above his mother, Cahill couldn't watch her ass jiggle. Couldn't hold her hips, or reach forward to fondle her heavy swinging breasts. But moment he transformed himself, the druidess went insane with lust.

After nearly falling over a few times, his mother decided to change form herself. Soon, Cahill had his forelegs propped up on his mother's equine back and her alabaster shoulders gripped in his hands. He pumped away furiously, delighting in the wild nature of their lovemaking. It didn't take long before he had his mother cumming.

Not that he stopped once she did.

No, Cahill continued his furious assault as if he hadn't even noticed the way her forelegs were trembling or her womb quivering, and soon enough he joined her in another orgasm. Though it wasn't the first time they'd made love in these forms, every time that they did felt like the first to Cahill. In some ways, an orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm. But there was something distinct and memorable about climaxing while wearing a centaur's body. Cahill came with such force that Caronwyn shrieked in surprise. He didn't feel like he'd opened a valve and allowed his jizz to flow. He felt as though he'd fired a shotgun into her.

"Oh! Oh, oh my!" his mother gasped once she regained enough breath to form actual words. "Baby, you're dousing my walls with your juice. I love it. It makes my womb twitch. Ah, oh ...sooo gooood."

And even after she said that, Cahill kept on pumping. More and more sperm shot inside his mother. It was beginning to trickle out of her hole and down her hind legs, but most of his enormous load remained inside her. To judge by the way her walls were still milking his cock, she was enjoying every bit of it too.

Perhaps he should have stopped there. Even his temporarily oversized balls had their limits. But he couldn't bring himself to withdraw from his mother's warm womb.

"More?" he asked in a whisper.

His mother gave a neigh then trotted about a bit, as if testing his balance. He managed to keep mounted on her despite only having two legs available though.

After coming to a stop, his mother said, "I'm all yours, baby."

Cahill waited a moment while his mother cleaned up the mess they'd made with a flick of her wrist, then went right back to rutting her like an animal. Fast and hard and deep, until the equine portions of their bodies were lathered in foamy sweat and their upper bodies possessed a slick sheen. He elongated his arms so that he could reach far enough to grab her huge breasts, holding them tight while he worked his battering ram back and forth.

Only after Caronwyn finally begged for mercy did Cahill dismount and revert to his usual form. His mother followed suit and the two of them took a few moments to catch their breath before he got down on the ground and asked his red goddess to get on top of him.

He stared up at the druidess. The runic tattoos he'd never even realized she had before started to glow faintly. Only they didn't. It was like he was seeing two images at once. In one reality, his mother's skin was impossibly smooth, fair, and unblemished. In another, her marble flesh was covered on mahogany markings that emitted soft light. The effect was mesmerizing. Not that he could ever look at his mother and retain control of his cognitive processes. But he found the sight of her even more disorienting than usual now that he'd become aware of the tattoos she hid from the rest of the world.

"You are absolutely perfect," he told his mother, though that was such an understatement that it bordered on insult "I don't even know the words to describe your beauty."

Her mere existence did a grievous harm to all other women, none of whom could ever hope to compare to her. Never in his life had Cahill seen a face so beautiful, nor a body so powerfully symbolizing femininity and fertility and sex appeal. Nor had he ever found himself devoting all of his attention to pleasing his partner.

In the Dreaming, Cahill had never behaved the way he did here. Not even the other women of his family got the same treatment from him. With Caronwyn, he could almost forget about his own needs. He didn't feel compelled to prove that he was confident, to walk a fine line between being arrogant or obnoxious and being seen as overly meek and submissive. He could just be himself and not worry about what she'd think of him.

She smiled at him and gripped his antlers for support as she leaned down for a soft kiss. Followed by another, and another. And another. Her lips were big and soft and perfect, and every fleeting kiss made him tingle.

There were times, though, when Cahill just had to dominate her. When soft kisses would not do. Not because he needed to prove his manliness, the way he'd felt necessary with the women of the Dreaming. Not because his mother doubted his masculinity. Because there was a hunger inside him, a hunger that turned whenever he was with his divinely beautiful mother. He could deny it for a time, but in the end, it would always get the better of him.

Cahill grabbed his mother and pulled her off him, guiding her to the ground and rolling atop her as he did. Wasting no time at all, he guided himself back inside her inviting womb and began to plow away at her missionary style.

Remembering his lessons, he summoned a few extra pairs of hands. He massaged his mother's slender feet, fondled her full thighs, cupped her huge breasts, and pinched her nipples, all while holding her running his fingers through her silky hair. Soon, a few extra mouths appeared as well. Cahill kissed his mother all up and down her body, sucking on her toes and her nipples, kissing her hips and thighs, licking her ears and ankles. Meanwhile, his many hands continued to explore her ample charms and his fat dick plunged repeatedly in and out of her hot cunt.

"Give it to me, Kay," his mother said. "Don't hold back."

Did she think he was?

He started thrusting faster and harder. His balls slapped against her soft body so hard that it almost hurt. But he couldn't slow down if he tried.

"There...there we go," she said, brown eyes rolling back inside her head.

The scent of her filled his nostrils. She was a bitch in heat, though her smell was sweet. A shudder ran down his spine and Cahill found the energy to redouble his efforts, though that didn't seem possible.

"Ooooh fuuuuck," Caronwyn moaned. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, baby!"

Her hands glided over his chest and sent waves of unbearable pleasure through him. Such a simple gesture, endowed with only a little of her vast energy, but it sent him over the edge.

Cahill swore and grunted as he gave his mother's hot pussy a few more thrusts. Then he stopped, resting against her, and surrendered to his climax. Spasms passed over him and his eyelids fluttered. His balls worked furiously to pump his cum into the only womb truly worthy of their gift. As he emptied himself into his mother, Cahill let out a contented sigh.