James's Descent Ch. 01

"So... you want to do this." That was not a question. Nathan nodded his head. "Then... we can at least... see if this other ruleset has something going for them. But not all at once."

"No... and... I think... I just... wanted to say it. That I'm here if you need it."

"Oh, you want to do more."

Her tone was flirty. Her eyes were now looking downwards. Nathan had fully exposed his cock in his so passionate speech. He was still rock hard. The man moved to cover his shame, but it was too late for that.

"No use hiding now. No, I think... there was another point. I did say to not be ashamed of our bodies. That is who you are. Just getting horny at the sight of a hot woman. Take care of it and you can go back to thinking properly."

"I'll... go take care of it."

Anna came a bit closer. She wanted to do something, hopefully with his permission. This was a risk. But she wanted to take this risk because if she called it wrong it meant they could stop this before it got worse. The cost of failing might be a deal of awkwardness, but failing further ahead could put them worse off.

"Let my son go out into the cold and try to stroke himself with no inspiration? How about... no? Come here."

Nathan was confused because, despite their previous words, she was not talking... as a lover... but his mother was still giving a very motherly vibe. He felt like a much smaller man as she came in close enough to touch, close enough to push against him, those breasts now becoming pressed against his shoulder and back, his skin very aware of those nipples and their moderate hardness. Anna was moving very slowly, as if asking silently for permission... he could back out at any second. He could tell her no, even with a small gesture. He was not.

Both of them could not believe what was passing. It did not feel like something... they would not do, yet it was something they had never done. Things moved in slow motion. Her hand came to grasp that hardened rod, feeling its warmth, its firmness, its size. He grew so much. The woman could not help but imagine that thing inside her. Oh, it had been so long since she had cock in her... that no good husband barely worked for her orgasms, but Anna felt that this man would not stop until she was well and truly fucked.

Her hand came to pull the man towards her bosom, his head to rest on them. Nathan was far bigger than he used to be, but she could still manage this with a bit of maneuvering. The softness of those tits was something yearned for... such nurturing that could only be done by one person. A deep sigh left the man as he felt both that he could now die happy... and that he would not go the rest of his life without it. They were not mutually exclusive. But he decided against leaving the woman alone.

Slowly, Anna began to stroke her son's cock, giving her grip just enough firmness to please, but not so much that she'd hurt him. A thousand thoughts came through her mind. This... did not feel wrong. It felt right, but it also did not feel like she was being a lover. No, she was being a mother... looking at her son as being in need and doing a duty. Being here for him, helping out before setting him free once more into the world. A smile was on her face... this felt so right.

The air in that room was heated, not just from the firepit burning before them. Nathan had never been harder.... Even though old rules told him that this was not right, that he should be put off by it... the whole thing felt so right. Like his mother SHOULD help him out with this distracting erection, that she should let him rest on those soft breasts. He got a bit more daring. A hand reached out to squish the tit that the son was not using as a pillow. His mother found it strangely... fitting. Sexual, maybe, but it was just a boy getting to know his old friends.

Both of them really wanted to start following True Family in full. There might have been a fear of others hurting them for it, or of them hurting each other with such practices... but this first taste already told them that they had been without something amazing for so long. There was only one more left who might trouble that... best to talk with Pam later.

Nathan got a bit braver. The head resting on that bosom turned and his mouth opened to take hold of that nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, trying to get a taste of it. Anna let out a sound of deep satisfaction... something about that just felt like it completed her. She was still stroking him off, faster and faster... wanting to both reach the conclusion and prolong this as much as they could. Her hand held his head at that breast that the grown-up son was sucking on slowly, the other working him over, his were appreciating both her full breasts almost with a tinge of worship to his actions.

No words, just this silent communication between them in this almost primal language. Though once the discovery of the process was finished, they pushed harder on the sexual aspects... the man started to knead her breast with more spirit, sucking on the other with more hunger. Anna began to masturbate her son faster, low, closed-mouthed moans leaving her from his eager attention. He had a right to those breasts, to her help... she would not deny him.

It would last only a few minutes from the beginning of this intense play until the finish. Anna did not expect a physical orgasm... her tits were not that sensitive and it felt like it would not be right to get her pleasure in this situation. She was the mom, she was helping the son. But she experienced something akin to a spiritual orgasm. She felt... like she had done her job properly.

The low moans of Nathan were prompt to begin working him over as fast as she could. Pulling him harder towards her breast, rubbing his cock with speed she had not employed for a long time. She was spurred by a desire to do her son right. Nothing but frantic cock-stroking as her breast was sucked energetically, moving towards the big finish.

Orgasm for the man would feel like it released more than ropes of cum... it felt like it unloaded tension he held for years. That thick fluid would launch out of his rod to arc through the air, Anna directing it away from his chest, making it fall on the ground in small lines. Pam did not put the flooring in yet. Her movements would slow, but the woman drained him of all he had going. Any temptation to taste what was on her hand was discarded. It did not feel right for this interaction.

Silence and stillness ruled for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow, acknowledging what they had done. This... even this... was incest. Once it might have been an interdiction to breed with family members, but it grew to the point one could not even acknowledge them as being capable of any sexual action. Considering how families are made, it was built on a denial of reality. Their new rules did not deny it.

"Did that feel in any way bad?" She asked him, only slightly hoping they might turn away from this. She WANTED it.

"It was... amazing."

"Good. Feeling better, I assume."

A smile crept on their faces. She asked the question as if the mother helped him through a cold or something else mundane. Like it was just another motherly duty. And then their tone shifted.

"Feels a bit unfair that I had that relief and you probably need some as well."

"Don't worry yourself with that."

"But I am. Come on, mother... bet I'm not the only one in need of some help."

The look from her son changed into a more playful, almost teasing one. Their roles were changing. They still moved slowly through this, but part of them wanted this to proceed. Soon, the man straightened a bit before pushing his mother back. Her words came back with an equally playful tone. This would not be right for the mother and son roles... but it would be for another way. Anna... mentally agreed that she needed some relief.

"Nathan!"

She said the word playfully. The woman was on her back, those breasts sliding to the sides as gravity acted, now her son was kneeling beside the woman, looking at her like she was something else... a woman, and one in good need of some fucking. He would not quite do THAT, but he had an idea.

"Hey, we did say this should be fair."

Anna could only laugh. He was making her feel young, foolish, and vulnerable. She was no longer his mother, not now. Mentally, she understood how this was going to work. They could not stop being a mother and son... it was impossible. But there would be times when they were that... and there would be times when they were something else. It was up to both of them to understand how they had to play those roles at the right time and not force them when they did not belong. If they did... it all came crumbling down. Now they were... budding lovers.

Nathan let his right hand take hold of that breast he was sucking on earlier, this time kneading it with a different purpose. Previously, it was almost a selfish, needy hold, but now he was working it over to give the woman pleasure. He found it far too easy to direct his other hand to one other place. Brief hesitation both from him and his mother to let him there. Her fluffy pussy, unshaven, well-used from both her life experience and much-needed masturbation. The place that both the boy and his sister came from. He was not going to worship it as he did earlier with her tits, but please it as if trying to impress this woman.

He reached between her legs, a bit of residual fear holding them closed for a tad longer. Fingers poked and rubbed at those lower lips, seeking the parts that would make her respond with pleasure. Anna was still a bit frightened of this... the first step to do something that defined a new angle between them. That jolt of pleasure as he started teasing her cunt was motivation enough to allow him more freedom. Nathan put more of his hand to work... discovering his mother as a woman, finding what would please her and not just enjoying the feeling of this great pussy. The sight of her closing her eyes, breathing heavily, showing all those signs of pleasure... they made him feel good, accomplished... he wanted to do this.

On one side, Anna thought this was insane and had to stop. The other part pleaded for this... not just because she did need the touch of a man, but because this man was treating her right. His father would just go to fucking with just enough prep that he felt right... but Nathan was now doing something that would exclusively benefit her... and intentionally. To leave herself open like this before the man... as his mother, it was insanity. As a lover, it was just right. And her boy was showing just how well they took her advice on how to treat women. The idea of incest became more and more tempting... it now sounded like one need not come to the whims of other people and just grow out great lovers.

She was being pleasured just right... with urgency, but time enough to enjoy the act. Soon enough, the woman let herself be pleased by her son, letting his hand dig into that pussy and touch her weak spots that needed attention. Moans started to come out of her, first with a closed mouth, then more eager... yearning for release. It was like music to Nathan. He was looking at her for signs of what to keep doing and for the lack of any feedback to show what was worthless... learning what made the woman go off. Soon, the boy was pleasuring Anna hard enough for her to yell. This was something she had seldom experienced. She wanted more. A lot more. She could not go on without this.

Finally, would orgasm crash upon her and make the woman let out a prolonged cry, her hands closing with such force from her release, her body tensing and shuddering before it went limp. Tired breaths came afterwards.... That was amazing and it resulted from something they were forbidden from having. Screw the old rules.

Nathan found that his dear mother needed a hand to get to her bed. He'd carry her with no displeasure, gently tucking her into that sleeping spot, a reverse of the situation they usually enacted long before... well, other than the new addition. The man found her so beautiful at this moment, and he felt pleased with himself to bring her to this state. Fatigue came over him as well after he ran out of what spurred him before. He'd have loved to have a double bed and cuddle up beside her... but that might push things a tad. Single beds for now, even if he was just a meter away, it felt like they were closer than before.

Sleep would take them easily.

*

Outside, Pam had a biological need that did not stop even here. No, she did not need to diddle herself, but crouch down and let her bladder empty itself. The girl stepped away from their house a decent distance to make sure no one stepped in it by accident, hopefully having it dry away by morning. She soon found number two in equal need of being enacted.

There, the girl went about her bathroom break, her pussy releasing that off-yellow fluid upon the ground, her asshole stretching out to push out turds much softer than usual... whatever they were fed in those caskets was not going out solid. This was also a time for her to consider things... rather than think about whatever her mom and brother were doing there.

Pam just could not help it. She told things how they were. Other girls might be tempted to dance around things or lie to people's faces, but Pam felt like she was holding in a house to not speak her mind. Sometimes it got her into trouble. Her mother called it an adorable fault. At times like this, she was priceless because other girls might be prioritizing useless things like hierarchies, agreement, order... whatever. She saw work to be done and did it. Practically a guy.

She was kind of proud of this little wooden home, with that roof set against one of the rocky outcrops in this place. So much rock around... they were in the mountains, but she wasn't used to having to accept things like this. Having a stone found when digging the ground might have been novel, now she was surrounded by it. She really was... mountain in every direction, she couldn't even see the horizon at all. The sun had set behind the rising cliffs to the west, though those were out of their property range.

Property... they owned this place, just like that. Maybe not big enough for a town, but you could build a village here. And yet she thought of building a base in the mountain. At first, the thought felt alien... not her own. But it made sense with what she read. They were on a lost world. Terrible things happened here on a usual basis. Raids by other groups around, of which there were... fifteen bloody groups out there that would rather murder and rob them than talk... though there was a decent amount of those that would be on amenable terms. If getting attacked was a regular thing, they didn't need just a house, they needed a damn fortress.

Tomorrow she'd finish the wall around their designated safe space... put those rocks together and make something almost resembling these natural stone formations, one door for them and behind it a place to take cover and have a controlled approach. It felt... clever for her. She had never considered such a strategy even from the get-go. But it would make them safe. She could then set up some paths around, just beat the dirt into a smoother shape, set some garden spots for her mother to get to planting, get some more workstations in their home... a storage space, then maybe work on individual rooms. Oh, and a damn table and chairs. Eating off the ground is unpleasant. All this was considered while her lower parts were still releasing fluids and half-solids. One gets thoughtful on the toilet.

"Ahhhh..." Such relief. The good news was that they did not need to worry about toilets for now, though they had to worry about where they were doing their potty breaks.

She was faced with trouble once the process was over... now her pussy and legs were covered in the stuff... and so was there crap between her other cheeks... and no toilet paper in sight. No, she couldn't render that wood into paper by hand. It was not THAT good. Pam had a few options. She could... stay like this. Not a good option... that crap would dry up, turn crusty and unpleasant. She could go to their pond and wash herself... which was a less pleasing option. They had a small pond for water needs, but bathing in it might take it off the drinkable options. Option three it was. The girl stepped forward a bit before plopping her ass down on the slightly wet grass, pulling herself forward to try and wipe on that. Not the best option... not the worst. Pam thought that she might look like a dog with ass itches. A hilarious sight.

Back on her feet, the girl gave some final thoughts about the little house they had, thoughts of what to build next... no, she thought of that already. Walls, storage, then private rooms. Then... guest rooms? Would someone want to come and visit? Why did she have that thought?

Her train of thought halted as she was about to open the door. A sound came... a moan. Manly. Nathan. Either he was getting a very needed massage in there or those two actually started fucking. Part of her hoped they'd just get over those looks. There was an annoyance that could help her check. The house had... holes. Now that the contrast was so strong, the light from inside would break through some cracks in the woodwork... cracks that could mean losing heat. She'll have to fix those tomorrow... Possibly from the inside while there was no light. But now...

The girl approached one of those cracks with complete care to not even make one sound. Her eye aligned to peek inside and... nothing. Bad angle. Another. Yes, there were multiple cracks... someone give her a break, she never made a house from scratch in an afternoon. Crack number two let her see just a bit of them... not enough to see what was really happening. Number three gave her a full view of everything. The girl made an astonished face while trying to not say anything. They might not be fucking, but that there was a handjob and titty-sucking. She was a bit jealous... no, that's not the right word. But she kinda wanted to suck on those titties as well. Girls can miss that as much as boys. Maybe that's why lesbians happen more often. She pushed away a thought of how gay guys can happen more often.

Pam had a temptation to bust in and make them all embarrassed... but at the same time, she could see that look on them of how they needed it. She might want to annoy her brother, but ruining this moment might be like starting nuclear warfare. Nah. She stepped away and walked to a spot where that moaning would not be heard. More time alone with her thoughts in the chilly night air while she was naked as could be and trembling a bit. They better finish fast.

This made her think of that other religion that they may or may not be following. True Family. At first, it sounds like it pushes you to do your best and lets you fuck anyone with no issues. But you hear other rules and it breaks that. People getting married, love being loyal, all this questioning tying up together nicely. She never saw her mom as much of a sexual being... you never really see your family as such. It felt like doing that makes you not see them as people... real people. An ideal, some perfect representation not soiled by that touch of humanity. Now they were faced with it and the illusion broke. Nudity, sex... heck, she remembered a part about not being shy about bathroom stuff.

The biggest part was the whole incest thing for them. She wasn't as into the idea. Nathan was not exactly the kind of guy she'd consider fucking. No, that was not quite right. He was not the guy she'd be interested in... hell no. But could there be this casual, sex-positive relationship? Maybe get him to stop being awkward about periods and such. Not like they had plenty of options. She had a complete hatred of their old ways because of what their people did... the only other direction is to do this thing they damned them just for listening to. And since it looked like Nathan and her mother were probably gonna be fucking in a week, she might go along in the end. Oh well.