Homelands Pt. 07 Ch. 06

"So, I've got a lot to work on then, huh?" his mother asked as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Still on her knees, she shuffled over towards him and climbed atop him, showering kisses on his forehead and nose and lips. "I did my best, you know."

Cahill tried to laugh. It came out more like a cough though.

"It's too bad I can't compare to those other girls," his mother said.

He managed to give her ass a limp slap. Even that nearly took more effort than he could muster. She'd drained the life right out of him, in the best possible way.

But then, as his weary eyes rested for but a moment, he saw her with Gallech again. Not even as he'd found them, this time. His mind conjured up all sorts of depraved images, imagining the various acts that might have taken place before he'd arrived on the scene.

Reinvigorated by his jealousy, Cahill grabbed his mother by the bottoms of her buttocks and guided down onto his hard cock. As his thick member pushed past her folds, she let out a whimper. Her walls fought him at first, but they surrendered quickly.

"Oh, Kay," she moaned against his chest, her head apparently too heavy all of a sudden to hold up. "That feels...mmmmm." If she'd intended to complete the thought with anything other than a contented moan, she'd apparently changed her mind somewhere along the way.

Or maybe he just hadn't heard her.

It felt so good to be back inside his mother, where he belonged, that he couldn't really focus on anything else. Her pussy was warm and tight, but that was only the beginning of it. After all, what woman wasn't? When he slid inside her, though, he felt something more than mere physical perfection. The weight of the world lifted, all his worry and jealousy and anxiety fading away. Infinite bliss filled the void left behind.

"That's it, sweetie," his mother whispered, starting to work her hips. A soft clap rang out each time her body smacked against his. "Give it to Mommy, the way only you can."

Yes. The way only he could. Fuck Gallech.

Cahill slowly stripped his mother of her costume. Most of it, at any rate. The stockings, heels, and gloves remained. He liked the way she looked in them. But he needed unfettered access to the rest of her body. More hands than he could count soon appeared, only a few of which were attached to anything. Some were his, some his mother's, he slowly realized. She pressed her palms softly against his toned abs, squeezed his hard pecs, dug her nails into his meaty shoulders, and gripped his biceps like railings. All while holding his hands in hers sweetly. For his part, Cahill was holding his mother's perfectly curved calves, caressing her soft thighs, kneading her fat ass like dough, gripping her hips firmly, fondling her huge breasts, and running his fingers through her radiant hair.

They stared intently into one another's eyes. Neither spoke a word for the longest time. There was no need to. Their bodies were doing all the talking.

She hadn't actually said that he meant no more to her than Gallech. She'd strongly implied it, but no more than that. Nor could she have said as much. He was sure of that now, if he'd ever really had cause to doubt it.

When his mother pressed yet another strawberry to his lips, he couldn't help but taste her. If he hadn't felt as though he might lose his hold on reality at any moment, he'd perhaps have stopped to consider the possibility that the strawberries hadn't been there before. That they'd been conjured up by his mother precisely because she knew that they would remind him of her juices. But that thought would come later. Just at the moment, it was all he could do to keep his sense of self, his awareness of who and where and what he was, from being swept away in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Every little sound excited him, from the slap of her thighs against his to the wet sound of their lovemaking and the whimpers and sighs escaping his mother's throat. Each time he drew a breath, his nose was treated to the pleasure of his mother's scent. It lurked beneath the smell of their sweat and that of the land around them, but it was unmistakeable all the same. He was too finely attuned to that delightful aroma for it to escape his notice.

"Kay," his mother said at last, the sound of urgency in her voice.

"Don't stop," he said.

Nor did she. In fact, she sped up. And a few bounces later, she erupted into orgasm, sweeping him along with her. Their bodies convulsed as one and their Libidos fused together. His energy didn't flow into her any more than hers did him. For a time, at least, there simply was no distinction between what was his and what was hers. They were afloat together, weightless, in a vast galaxy of pure contentment.

Ever so slowly, his consciousness squeezed itself back into the confines of his corporeal form, and he became aware of the physical effects his massive orgasm. Endorphins coursed through his blood. Every muscle relaxed to the fullest, save for those needed to breathe.

"Wow," he said at last.

"Yeah," his mother agreed, resting her head against his shoulder.

At first, they simply lay there in peace and quiet. As the beautiful numb left by their mutual climax faded, they started to get a little frisky again. Their hands explored one another's bodies, and their lips were drawn to each other like magnets. Just as Cahill felt that they were on the brink of another round of intercourse, he abruptly rolled his mother off him and onto her back.

"Oof," she said, exaggeratedly, as if he'd let her hit the ground with any real force. "What are you doing, baby? Don't you want to keep going?"

"Very much so," he said as he sat up. "But first, there's something I need to do."

"And what's that?" she asked, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

By way of response, he slipped her shoes off, turned her stockings into smoke, and began making love to her feet. She cooed softly as his hands went to work giving her the best massage possible. When he took her toes in his mouth, she moaned the way no mother should for her son. Had it been her stiff little clitoris he was was sucking on instead, she could hardly have responded more delightfully.

"I love your pretty little toes," Cahill said as he pulled back from one of them. "And this beautiful arch," he added, planting kisses along one sole. "You have the sexiest ankles," he continued, before swirling his tongue around the sharp protrusion.

"Go on," his mother said, giggling.

And he did. In just that manner, he worked his way up her shapely legs to her magical hips. It made no sense for a woman with a waist as slender as hers to have such wide hips, but that only made Cahill desire her that much more. They were easily twice as wide as her waist. More so. The exaggerated hourglass shape to her figure drove him insane with lust. Addicted as he was to her hips, he didn't allow himself to linger too long. Her bountiful bosom called to him, and he was not about to refuse.

"Ooooh, Kay," his mother moaned throatily.

Her nipples were swollen and stiff, nearer to red than pink. He went easy on them at first, delivering the lightest flicks with his tongue and brushes with his fingers. But he gradually worked his way up to sucking on them vigorously, giving her the occasional gentle love bite. And it didn't take long before that brought her to climax. Not that he stopped after it did, of course. Not until the third nipplegasm. Her perfect breasts demanded lots of attention, and he was more than happy to provide it.

"Please, baby," she said after that, her hips writhing beneath him. "I need you so bad. My insides are on fire. There's an ache from my cunt to my navel. Only that big dick of yours will make the pain go away."

"Sounds like a personal problem," he said as he rolled her onto her stomach. She didn't offer any resistance, though she did let out a groan or protest. "Maybe I'll get around to it eventually," he added, before setting to work on her back and shoulders.

Despite his words, though, her pleas had not fallen on deaf ears. He could feel her longing for him. Her Libido was humming. So he moved quickly through the rest of his ritual. The taut ropes of muscles framing her spine's ridge of lovely little bumps didn't get much attention. Nor did take the time to properly admire the gentle V of her tailbone. He didn't work his way back down her perfect thighs to her lovely feet either. He played with the beautiful white cheeks of her big, round ass for a bit, slapping and squeezing and kissing and biting them, but he transitioned pretty quickly into performing analingus. And he didn't take his time with the rim job as he might have if her need to feel him inside her wasn't so palpable. The smooth pink flesh of her little rosebud was nearly as enjoyable to pleasure as her vagina was, but Cahill knew that his mother wasn't in the mood for the most torturously slow and methodical version of this routine.

She grew a little less impatient when he instructed her to roll onto her back again. But he could still feel her need bearing down on him. He didn't tease her...much. The time from his first slow lollipop lick to when he cupped her clitoris with his lips and sucked on it while his fingers went to war with her G-spot was relatively minimal.

After she burst, spraying ejaculate like a fountain, he put his mother's suffering to an end. He desperately wanted to savor her taste some more. Eating her pussy was a delight unlike any other. But it was time to give her what she needed.

What they both needed.

They started off with her on her back. Cahill picked his mother's legs up and propped them on his shoulders. He drove into her so hard that her hips rolled back and her knees came within a few inches of her face. If her breasts weren't so big, the two might even have made contact, even though she was pushing against his biceps as hard as she was.

From that angle, he could penetrate her deeply and effortlessly. And with a slight adjustment to his shape, every thrust not only stimulated her cervix, but her G-spot as well.

But what was really called for was doggy style.

After bringing his mother to the brink of orgasm, he withdrew and told her to turn around. With a twinkle in her eye, she did as he bid her.

For a moment or two, Cahill just stood and stared at his mother's incredible backside. He sometimes forgot how impossibly proportioned she was. How big her ass was, despite the fact that her waist was thinner than one of his biceps. It wasn't just big, either. It was perfectly shaped, each half looking like an inverted tear drop from this angle.

Then she gave her hips a shake, forcing him out of his reverie. His eyes traveled a little further south, taking note of the fruit she was offering him and the juices glistening at the juncture of her thighs. Her labia were swollen and moist, beckoning him to come home.

Taking hold of her broad hips, he did just that.

"Ooooh," they sighed in unison as he slid his dick into her warm hole.

Cahill took a moment to accommodate himself. To absorb the wonders of her body. To wrap his head around the fact that he was taking his mother from behind, like an animal.

Even now, after having committed incest on a daily basis for fifteen years, there were still times when the depravity of it came out of nowhere and smacked him upside the head. He wasn't just having sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

This was the woman who'd brought him into the world. He was balls deep inside the very womb in which his life had begun. Nothing could be more wrong.

Or more rewarding.

Such thoughts occupied his mind for a few brief instants, but no longer. All his quiet composure disappeared. Like a man possessed, he started slamming into her, pumping away at his mother's pussy furiously.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that, fuck me baby," his mother panted.

Inside, she was milking him for all she was worth. Her muscles contracted around him every time he pushed forward, then relaxed to allow him to pull back again. Energy was flowing out of her too, heightening his sensitivity. He wasn't going to be able to last long.

But then, neither was she.

"You're so big," she moaned, head hanging low. "Fuck. I can't handle how good this feels. It's...ungh, oh yeah...mmmph, Mommy's gonna cum, baby."

Soon thereafter, her words became as indecipherable as the grunts escaping his own mouth. They picked up the pace, frantically chasing the big O they knew to be just ahead. Ever faster and ever harder, they fucked each other mercilessly. A primal hunger had taken them both over. They were no longer in control of their own bodies, but slaves to their lust.

And then it hit.

As before, they achieved climax at the same time. Cahill felt their Libidos come together as one. Not literally, of course. If such was even possible, no one had seen fit to tell him. But it might as well have been true, so powerful was their shared sense of intimacy.

To all outward appearances, his mother was paralyzed by the ecstasy. The strong muscles in her back were taut and still. Her held was tipped slightly back, her radiant red hair fanned out across her pale flesh, as though she were emitting a silent scream. Her beautiful hips ceased their rocking, and her gorgeous ass no longer rippled hypnotically. But for a few light trembles and twitches, her body was perfectly still. On the outside. Inside, her walls were spasming wildly, coaxing his strong seed out of him.

His cock was shooting ropes of cum inside his mother's womb. He was bleeding energy and filling her with his jizz at the same time. If his mother really wanted to, she could take it all. Take everything he had to offer. His cum, his energy, even his life. She'd never do that, of course, but in that moment, she had the power to. He was helpless before her, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. His balls fought hard to meet the endless demand, but seeking to satisfy their insatiable master was a Sisyphian task. Not that Cahill would wish to free them of their duty. No woman could make him cum so much, and there was no woman for whom Cahill would so eagerly allow himself to be thoroughly drained.

Gradually, the sensation of being drained fell away. He was still dimly aware of it, but he was swept away by a powerful sense of euphoria. He almost felt as though he was watching from a distance as his body struggled in vain to give his mother what she wanted. And from outside his body, he saw that he too had gone still as a statue, save for a few twitches here and there, and for the frantic hopping of his poor, overworked testicles.

Once the out-of-body experience that came from such intense orgasms ended, Cahill collapsed atop Caronwyn. He didn't even bother to pull out.

"Mmm. You know, we might just make a decent lover out of you yet," his mother said.

"Some day," Cahill agreed, still too deep in a state of euphoria to bother feigning offense. Besides, he knew the truth. His mother had never had a lover like him. She didn't need to say it for him to know, for an absolute certainty, that it was true.

"I love you," he said before planting a kiss on her cheek.

His mother's body tensed up.

"I love you too, sweetie," she said back, in a voice so calm he might even have believed that his words hadn't freaked her out, were it not for the way her body and her Libido reacted. "You know that."

"No," Cahill said. "I love you. Not as a boy loves his mother, but as a man loves a woman. And I don't care if we're not supposed to say such things, or if we can't be together like a normal couple. I've never loved anyone but you. On some level, I think every girl I dated back in the Dreaming knew it. That's why they all left me. They didn't know it was my mother, but they knew my heart belonged to another."

No response came.

For a moment, he feared that she might scream for him to get off her, or try to fight her way free. But she didn't. His mother just lay there in silence, still as a statue.

"Mom?"

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words," she said. Her words were strained, like she was fighting back tears. "But we can't do this, baby. I want to. I want to so bad. But it's just not how things-"

"Fuck that," Cahill said. "I'm tired of hearing about how things work. You know what I think? They work however you want them to, as long as there's no one to tell you otherwise."

"But there is! Your father-"

"Won't say anything," Cahill said.

His mother laughed hysterically. "Honey, that's sweet and all, but-"

So, at long last, Cahill told his mother about the boon his father now owed him. He left Liadan out of the tale, as he'd promised his aunt that he would. Telling the tale without any outright lies was a hard thing, and deceiving his mother hurt more than words could describe, but he was physically incapable of discussing the role his aunt had played in bringing him to Faerie.

If she thought it as foolish for him to have handed the flute over as he'd long expected her to, she did a good job of hiding it.

"And that's all he said?" she asked when he finished his tale.

"Yeah," Cahill replied.

He could almost hear her thinking that there had to be a catch. It was only natural that she'd expect there to be. It did seem too good to be true.

But what could the prince do?

"It's really that simple," Cahill told her. "We can be together. No matter what the rules are. As long as Dad's the Prince of the Emerald Court, and I can't imagine that anyone's going to be challenging his rule now that he's got the power to feast on mass numbers of mortals all at once, we can do as we please."

"Oh, baby," his mother said, sounding sad.

Cahill didn't reply.

"It's never that simple. He'll find a way to make you waste that boon. Put you in a terrible position just so you can have him get you out of it, thereby repaying the debt in full. You can't just hold this over his head forever."

She was right, of course. His mother was always right. There was a reason she'd been chosen to serve as Clan Matriarch. He shouldn't have needed her to explain any of that anyway, though. The old tales were all pretty clear about such things. The fey were devious creatures. Sure, they always honored their promises, strictly speaking. Just as they never lied. But that only counted for so much.

"They." Why was he still thinking in those terms? Time to admit that he was fey too.

"We'll figure something out," Cahill said. "Besides, that's not the point. You can't just choose not to feel something. I'm madly in love with you. And I know you feel the same. We can't stop loving each other just because it might get us into trouble."

"No," his mother said, in a small voice. "We can't."

"So say it back. Like you mean it."

She drew a deep breath. "I love you, Cahill. With all my heart."

They shared a long, deep kiss. While their lips were still locked, his mother started gently pumping her hips. At first, he thought she was just being playful. But before long, it became clear that they were going at it again. As befitted the lazy doggy position, their movements were slow and sensual.

"Mmm, fuck, I just can't get enough of you," Cahill panted.

"That's not the worst problem to have," his mother said back.

Cahill chuckled at that.

But soon enough, they each grew silent. Every little thrust filled him with unbearable pleasure, and simply processing it all took everything he had. The same was true for his mother, to judge by the reactions of her Libido. They hadn't intentionally amplified one another's sensitivity, but it was if they had.

From this angle, his every thrust reached deep inside her. Big as he was, some women would have struggled to enjoy that, even given the slow tempo. But his mother's body accommodated itself to him perfectly. The fit was tight, but not unpleasantly so.