La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 12

"Your boobs look better. The pink is going away. Do they still hurt?" He could see she was cold, so he moved to the side and let the warm water land on her tits and cascade down her curvaceous body. He closed the curtain, and the space felt even more intimate.

Anna giggled. "One of the things I love about you, Georgie, is that most men would only be thinking with their penises in such situations. But you care about me so much, you ask about my health at a moment like this. To answer your question, they still hurt, but they are feeling better." Her hands made squelching noises now that they were under running water. It was a delightfully dirty sound.

"It's because I love you, Mom." He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you more than I love sex. I love you more ... than anything, really." He kissed her closer to her lush, parted lips. "I won't let anything happen to you. Not ever. I'll protect you."

"I'm supposed to protect you," she whispered. She didn't need to speak loudly, his face hovered an inch from hers.

"We'll protect each other then." George kissed his mother on the lips. When she backed away, he took hold of her shoulders and held her.

"Mmmmmppphhh ... no ... George ... not on the lips." Anna was relieved when he backed off. His worried eyes searched hers. "I'm not mad, sunshine. It's just that there are some lines we can't cross. For our sanity. For my sanity. Understand?" All this time, her hands hadn't stopped rhythmically tugging at his penis.

"Sure, Mom. Not on the lips." George leaned down and took her large nipple into his mouth. They'd already established that sucking on her boobs was okay, so he didn't mind retreating to safer ground. When she shivered and moaned, he knew he'd made the right decision.

"Why does that feel so good?" Anna watched him play and suckle. His eyes were shut tight, with a concentration line running down his forehead. "It really does ... aaaahhhhhhh ... feel right. Like you're ... ooohhh ... back where you ... belong." Her head fell backward when he sucked in earnest. "Not so much ... teeth ... aaahhhhh." She shivered violently this time. "Yes ... that's really good ... really good."

A period of silence fell over them as they lost themselves in their pleasures. George moved from one nipple to the other. Anna pumped his penis with all her might. Soon, they were both moaning.

George's climax approached. Eventually, he released her nipple from his mouth and straightened. "Mom ... Mom ... you're such a bad ... Mom ... such a b ..." He stopped himself, not knowing a safe curse word to use. It was one thing to call her dirty, it was quite another to call his straitlaced mother a bitch. He was pretty sure that wouldn't fly.

"I am a b-word ... George." She looked down at his turgid penis. She desperately wanted it to explode. "I'm a big ... happy ... b-word. Your mother is so ... very ... bad ... and she's doing bad stuff to you. I'm a bad, bad woman" Okay, her dirty talk needed work. But she was proud of herself for trying. It's cute that George couldn't bring himself to call me "bad." Anna giggled to herself. "Are you almost ready to ..." She couldn't bring herself to say "cum," but she hoped George might.

"I'm going to ... aaahhhhhhhhh ... cum ... Mom. Where should I ...?" George gritted his teeth, trying to hold off for another few seconds. His dick was pointing right at her belly, and he remembered how much she'd wanted to avoid his cum that morning.

"It's okay ... George. Let it out. If it lands on me, the water will wash it away." The shower was hitting her right shoulder at that moment, but she could quickly adjust when he unloaded. Besides, she was curious what it would feel like. Her husband had never sprayed his stuff on her.

"Cumming ... uuugggghhhhhhh ... cumming ..." George's hips jerked, and his body exploded with ecstasy. He watched through a fog of pleasure as he plastered her soft, slightly curving belly with white, sticky goo.

"Georgie ... oh ... Georgie! You're spraying me!" Anna pumped his penis hard, drawing out all his sperm. This might be the last time, so I have to make it memorable. Despite knowing what to expect, the amount he produced continued to amaze her. Shot after thick, ropey shot left him and landed on her belly. Unless ... we do it again tomorrow morning before we set out. That seemed more than likely. The thought pleased her greatly. When he finished, she slowed her hands to a stop and held his penis. "This was good for both of us. I'm glad that we ... oh, gosh!" She'd forgotten that he seemed to always have a few final bursts. She watched the last of his sperm splash onto her belly.

"Wow ... Mom. Uuuugghhhhh ... you really are ... dirty now. You're covered." George watched his cum slowly drip down her belly. He wondered if it was dangerous to let it meander down to her pussy. Could it get inside and get her pregnant? He wasn't sure.

"I feel it, Georgie. It's hot on my tummy." Anna let go of her son's cock and lifted her breasts up and to the sides so she could get a good view of the mess they'd made. "Oh ... gosh ... you really did a number on my belly." She shifted her position to let the water hit her stomach. After a moment, she grabbed some soap and scrubbed.

When the Zaals got out of the shower, they were both smiling ear to ear. They wrapped themselves in towels, not saying anything for fear of ruining the moment.

Finally, Anna cleared her throat. "Why don't you finish up in here? I need to make an entry in my diary, so give me a few minutes privacy. I've made your bed on the floor. Why don't you give me ten minutes, and then you can come out and get some sleep? We need our sleep. It'll be a busy day tomorrow."

"Sure, Mom. Sounds good." He smiled and watched her exit the bathroom, his gaze lingering on her towel-wrapped butt. I may be both the luckiest and unluckiest eighteen-year-old in the solar system.

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Anna's Diary August 22, 2197

I look back at my previous entry, Diary, and I can't believe it's only been 24 hours. So much has happened! We found both of the docks Océane mentioned. There were lifeboats there, but we were not able to get them in working order. I feel optimistic about the escape craft we will explore tomorrow.

Heavens, there's so much happening that I can't believe I didn't lead with this news: I was almost abducted by a strange, horrifying creature. Only my son's quick thinking and bravery saved me. He killed the thing with a broken plate! I tremble at the memory, both from fear, but also from gratitude and pride. What a man George has become.

That leads me to another life-changing event (they seem to be stacking up one on top of the next). I touched George's penis with my bare hands and ... completed his release. Twice! What sort of mother am I, Diary? It is all so bewildering. All the more because of how he makes me feel. I feel more desired and beautiful with his eyes on me, with his mouth on my breast, than I have ever felt before. And it's not even close. I tell myself that what we're doing is a benefit to us both. That it's helping us through this calamitous situation. And I think I'm right. But who knows? I could be going insane. And if so, I'm afraid I would embrace such lunacy.

Ernest's Diary August 22, 2197

Something is happening. I'm changing. I feel the thing down below and up above. We are falling together. The more I lash at it, the more it calls.

Lillian's Diary August 22, 2197

I am barricaded in my room, in the corner, shaking. Dad has disappeared. He chased those things away, but I don't think he's returned. They may have done to him what they did to poor ... Oh, gods, I can't even bear to think of poor Ms. Pemberton. The horrors in this hotel mount.

I pray that Mom and George return soon. I need them. I never thought I'd say I needed my brother, but I do. I would run into his arms if he were here. It's all too horrible, and I am so alone. I didn't have dinner, and I have no idea what I'll do for breakfast. My stomach rumbles, but I won't leave this room. I would rather starve than see those things again.

George's Diary August 22, 2197

Mom may think this all ends when we return home, but I feel in my bones it will not. We have started something that has its own momentum. I cannot describe the happiness I feel at the touch of her bare fingers. Such bliss dwarfs the terror and fear that this hotel inflicts upon us.

What's happened with my mother has been so wonderful that it has blunted Kapnos's sudden departure. I haven't been able to question the new arrival, Mrs. Valentine. But I wonder. The only thing that gives me pause is that Kapnos can only copy living cells, so she couldn't have dug up Mrs. Valentine from an abandoned hairbrush or something. But the alternative is that Mrs. Valentine is who she says she is, and thus, she is a person with living cells. So ... I don't know what to make of it.

Kapnos's Diary August 22, 2197

Things have changed in the short time since I left. Anna hovers over George, watching him like a hawk. What happened at breakfast really spooked her. It spooked me too! Despite everything, I will find a way to talk with him. I will find a way to be with him. Most importantly, as long as we leave soon, I now have a way off this cursed hotel.