The Lark & Goddess: A Flash Fiction

The Lark and the Goddess

Spring Showers

"Skylar?"

Through the downpour of the shower's stream, I heard my mother Sophia as she opened the door and entered her -- our -- bathroom.

"Sophia?" I responded in kind, my voice layered with excitement.

It's funny, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd stepped foot into the communal washroom of our home. It seemed a curious vacancy these days had settled into the house, seeing as how, having moved me fully into her en-suite complimented master bedroom, we only really used half of the upper level.

"Are you finishing up, darling?" She asked, pulling an elastic from her ponytail.

"Just started actually!" I said, "how was your run?"

"Good, baby." Her response came simply enough as I watched her through the clouded glass of the bathing stall.

Thunder rumbled outside our comfortable suburban home, promising a downpour.

"Looks like you beat the storm, mum." I said, inviting some small talk to downplay my impending arousal.

"Mhmm." She replied absently, something else apparently on her mind.

In a fluid series of motions, she peeled off her running shorts and pulled her tank top and sports bra up over her head, freeing the pert globes of heaving flesh trapped tightly beneath before opening the shower door and climbing into the steaming space.

Though it had been a month now that my mother and I had begun our physical romance, showering with her was still an act done with great pleasure, and the thought of washing and playing with her beautiful body under the torrent of water, soap, and steam always elicited a stirring in my heart.

"Fuck me..." I thought to myself, though it came out inadvertently as a whisper under my breath as she joined me.

"Language, baby." She scolded jokingly as she brought her mouth to mine, kissing me with her full lips before giving my tongue a companion.

"Sorry, mum." I apologized between a split second of sensual pause.

I pulled her in close for an embrace as my cock stiffened, trapping itself between my tight abdomen and her warm, impossibly soft stomach.

Our tongues set to their familiar dance, fighting for control as we excitedly spoke french and moaned enthusiastically before settling into a now familiar rhythm. Trading off top and bottom lip positions, we kissed and suckled on each other's lips and tongues, working the muscles like one would do a bit further south. Mum sucked my tongue like a small cock and rubbed her hands over my hard nipples before I grasped the nape of her neck and subsequently took control of her mouth, licking across her lips with a playful flick of my saliva coated muscle.

"I missed you." I said cutely as my hands explored their way down her back to the firm form of her ass.

I gave the luscious flesh a squeeze and pulled her even closer.

"Missed you too, babygirl." Mum responded.

Though I went back in for kiss, she pushed off me slightly and went immediately to her knees, allowing me the opportunity to settle myself and wrap my hands in her torrent of dark locks.

I shuddered and let out a pitched gasp as she skipped teasing altogether and brought the head of my "boy clit", as we liked to call my cock, into her warm wet mouth, sucking it in with a gentle grace and swirling her tongue around its underside.

"Oh...my...goddess..." I etched out, swaying under the heat of the shower.

I felt her smile as she took my full length down her throat, humming joyfully as she let it out again.

"You have a beautiful boy-clit." She told me, "I love how soft and strong it is."

Sophia rolled it between her hands and stroked me a few times as she declared her admiration for my cock. I could do not but smile and nod, my eyes fighting an impossible battle to focus.

"Does that feel good, little bird?" She asked, her big eyes magnetizing and gazing up into mine.

It was a sight that I swear I'd never get used to, seeing my incredible mother on her knees before me, breasts proud, fell, and full; hips wide, and haunches perched as her pouted lips puckered mere inches from the swollen head of my "girl-cock" - another one of our aptly given monikers.

"Goddess, yes." I replied, sucking in a lungful of hot air as she slid her lips tightly over the head.

Slurping noisily on the tip whilst stroking the shaft, my amazing mother took my length back down her throat, working the under-shaft with broad swipes of her strong tongue, pressing against the main channel, and biting down softly with her thick lips covering her teeth.

The sensations exploded behind my eyes as the stroking, sucking, swiping, clamping, and humming ravaged my thin, sensitive flesh.

"Good." she said as if to punctuate the previous engagement and sound the start of another.

Without missing a beat, she settled on her heels and placed her hands on my legs, wrapping her slender fingers to press the backs of my knees as she slurped happily on the head of my dick, popping it in, out, and around her luscious mouth; bathing my shaft in saliva and making increasingly obscene sucking noises. After a good work-over, she raised her head and admired how my raging girl-cock glistening wetly, with both her own glistening saliva and the steam of the shower.

"Pull my hair, babygirl." She commanded as again she looked up at me with those incredible spheres, speaking out with more than just words -- but also with trust, admiration, and total surrender.

I didn't need to be told twice. I grasped full handfuls of her mane and pulled, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the maternal deity before me. With her command obeyed, she began to initiate the total domination of her mouth. Sticking her tongue out while thrashing her head back and forth, my sweet, sensitive, beautiful, and loving mother was essentially now skull fucking herself without the need for me to push anything.

Her gagging and sordid mewing brought me a strange sensation and though my heart hesitated slightly for treating my queen like such a slut, I felt my girl-cock harden even more (if that were even possible). But the conflicting emotions gave me pause and I braced to stall her action.

She immediately picked up on my shift and barely broke her rhythm to reassure me. "Let go, little bird. I'm okay."

Given her affirmative consent, I closed my eyes, gripped tighter, and pumped my hips, prepared to go as far as she needed me to in wrecking her blissfully entrenched throat.

In sync, we worked together to work her oral skill to its limits as she sucked, slurped, gagged, and choked on me, all the while the water poured and steamed over us, bringing me to an inevitable release as the wave of orgasm built from deep within.

Like a sea vent surging magma it raged forth, burning through my body as I held on for dear life. All I heard was my mother's moaning as spurt after spurt of warm nectar shot out and coated the inside of her mouth and throat. I groaned and sighed my release as my knees began to buckle and all thoughts of anything but my orgasm fled from my mind.

I lowered myself to the floor of the stall and laid my head against the tiled wall as my breathing returned and my vision cleared, giving me the most profound sight of Sophia as she adopted my former level, standing over me with all the power of a sexual matriarch.

She licked her lips, prowled her glorious body with her hands, pinched her nipples and spread her legs as she beckoned me forth to worship.

"Come love your queen. Your goddess needs her acolyte's attentions." She cooed with a deep and sultry purr.

I nodded and obeyed. Setting forth to prayer, my hands rose up her strong, supple thighs as the water overhead baptized me before her altar. Moving them further up and behind, I grasped her ass as her hips began to rise and gyrate. Bringing my mouth to her skin, I kissed the inside of her thighs, one after the other just above her knees, and licked and bit my way to her flower. I let my mouth and tongue guide me to her temple as it tasted her thighs and drank of the water washing her morning's run from her body. I swooned at the thought of drinking the traces of her sweat and, like a cat, kneaded the full, firm flesh of her buttocks before bringing my face eagerly to her sex. I breathed in her elixir of sensuality, the one I'd always been addicted to, and revelled in its notes as I picked up the sweet vibrancy of her arousal entwined with the faint musk of sweat. The scented cocktail beckoned me to devout action, and I swiped my tongue, flat and purposeful in the first broad stroke which took her from base to clit, eliciting a shudder from the contact.

I knelt as close to her as I could possibly get and began reciting all the incantations and spells of cunnilingus that I knew previous, and had since learned from Sophia during our budding romance.

From bottom to top, with my tongue flat and broad across her budding labia, steadily and firmly I licked her over and over again, pulling my tongue each time away from engaging the nexus of her pleasure.

"Little bird, mommy didn't tease you, did she?" She said between intakes of sharp breath, her heaving breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she took in response to my explorations.

"Sorry, goddess." She was absolutely right. "I'll behave."

Her clit by now was poking out of its hood, fully engorged and begging for attention. I halted my teasing and continued licking upward. Varying my path with alternating licks along each side of her pussy, I covered every inch of her profound labial folds with my tongue until I reached her beautiful hood and the eight thousand nerve endings nestled beneath.

Placing myself between her legs, with one hand squeezing her ass and the other brushing her tummy, I planted my lips firmly upon her starving clit and drew it into my warm, wet mouth. This fluid action of sucking and swirling her clit around in my mouth brought a maternal growl to her lips and a change in her demeanour. She gripped my hair tighter, and flexed the muscles of her thighs, effectively trapping my lithe, naked body between them.

Comforted by the muscular strength and sexual power of my mother, I continued my oral exploration of her womanhood and pulsed my tongue against her bud, massaging it with humming and rhythmic sucking while all the while she braced herself against me and gyrated her hips in dancer like motions as the water continued to pour over us.

Just then, rain began hammering against the window of the shower stall, but the harsh spring storm outside had little impact on our attentions, so lost in our lust as we were.

With the change in weather, I felt that I too needed a shift in scenery. I pulled my mouth -- much to Sophia's chagrin -- from her clitoris and without a word, motioned to manoeuvre her around so that her round ass sat directly in front of my face as her hands went up against the tiled wall. My mother's delicious ass glistened wetly and raised and spread before me as I planted my palms on either cheek and splayed them gently apart. I could see through this window of opportunity, her gorgeous cunt was slick, puffy, pink, and tight looking, a perfect compliment to the rosey ring of tight flesh that puckered before me, awaiting attention.

I edged my face forward and kissed her starfish as I massaged the firm musculature of her buttocks.

"That's it," Sophia remarked, half to herself, "Yes! Kiss me, babygirl."

I kissed her again and flickered my tongue out against the quivering flesh nestled between her cheeks, pulling a full circle of gyration from her hips as she pushed back against my tongue.

"More, sweetheart. Clean Mommy."

Her wish was my command as I ran my tongue over the ridges of her hole, tasting her musk, drinking deeply still of the run off. I licked her flatly and swirled my tongue about her ass, alternating between the two actions as I punctuated them with playful bites of her rear, catching the supple flesh of her behind in my teeth. I ran my tongue up and down her crack then changed tactic, swirling it in circles around the sensitive hole.

Mum groaned and lowered her head, allowing herself the leverage to really push against my mouth. I found myself having to brace against her strength and positioned myself more securely on my haunches. I tightened my tongue into a hard rod shape and pressed against her passage, gaining a centimetre of ground in my invasion.

"Ooooooh baby. Yes darling, push it up there." She cooed in response, her breath coming in ragged and shallow gasps.

I pushed harder and felt another centimetre of give as I played in tandem with the powerful ring of muscle protecting her inner channel.

Feeling it ease up and allow further entry, I push my tongue in far as it would go and felt my girl-cock stiffen even more at the taste of her ass hole.

"In and out now, sweetheart," Sophia urged.

I pressed my tongue in and out, effectively sodomizing my mother with my tongue as she shivered, her heavy breasts jiggling as my warm wet tongue flicked over and fucked into her hole.

Getting lost in the rhythm of kissing, licking, sucking, and penetrating her ass with my mouth and tongue, I barely realized it when Sophia pulled herself away and turned back around, holding both breasts in either of her hands as she pinched and pulled on her impossibly hard nipples.

"Are you okay?" I asked, thinking perhaps I'd done something to cause this shift.

"Of course, my love. My sweet girl. My darling son. You are a dream with that mouth of yours. But no more games. No more play."

Her words came with a broken fervour as she stepped a single pace towards me, the water cascading and breaking over her head, breasts, and shoulders.

"You're going to suck my cunt until your goddess comes. Is that clear?"

Her profane choice of word echoed with her ancient power, and the order levelled my intentions, putting the singular goal of making her orgasm at the forefront of my mind. When my mother swore, especially in her passions, it never felt offside or wrong. It meant she was serious and all things in regard to her being were settled on her want or need.

"Yes, goddess." I said simply and nodded, crawling to her as she locked me between her thighs and imprisoned her hands in my hair.

I set my mouth to her clitoris and drew it in again, sucking and swirling my tongue in saliva drenched motions, coating and massaging and pulsing it with breath and hummed sound. Sophia purred in and chuffed in response, a glorious tigress being eaten by her young. She began gyrating again, pulling harder on my hair and grinding her beautiful pussy against my face as I lapped at the passage I'd been delivered from.

I felt her shift as her orgasm began to build, her thighs tightened, her gyrating stopped, and her hands tensed in my locks, settling herself into an iron coil of sexual, feminine metal; a machine built for the purpose of her own titanic pleasure.

I continued my worship daring not to disturb or change the patterns which brought her so close to her release. Humming and moaning and yelping like her little slut as I ate her, I abandoned all notions of the demure as I feasted.

Her breaths now came in slow, laboured sighs as I helped her along, urging her now with words as well, speaking as nymphishly and sensually as I could muster in that moment of oral delirium.

"Come for me. Come for your babygirl, mommy. I want to feel your orgasm against my mouth. Take my breath, take my senses. Give me everything your body desires, I want to taste my beautiful goddess in all her ecstasy."

Even though I felt it maybe too poetic, or silly, or even enough, my incredible mother let out a long hiss of pleasure and began to convulse as her orgasm crashed and spilled over, shaking its way through her core. In tandem, a flow of nectar surged forth from her sex, and sprayed down my throat as I lapped at it aggressively, intent on savouring every drop and leaving none to the shower's stream.

God forbid any of it go down the drain.

"Yeeessssss, Skylar. Fuuuuck...." She groaned with pure bliss and like a tidal progression, her orgasm thundered through her as the storm ushered forth in accompaniment outside; a thunder strike reverberating through the stall's stone as the spring applauded our session of passion.

She shuddered and convulsed as her ocean fell and swayed deep in her body, leaching power with each ebb of grace. As her maelstrom subsided, I brought my mouth away from my mother's pussy at her invitation. I gazed up past her supple breasts and swollen nipples, and into her dream hazed eyes. I kissed her gently on her right thigh and smiled as I stood up.

"Is mommy satisfied?" I asked cutely, pinching my own nipple as the water began to finally run cold.

Sophia didn't answer me with words, but instead she grasped me behind my neck and pushed us both under the quickly chilled water, eliciting a shared gasp at the needled cooling. She put her mouth to mine and worked her tongue into my mouth. We shared this kiss and swapped each other's tastes, hers and mine entwined like the flavour profiles of an exquisite cuisine.

"Let's hurry out, I wanna nap." She stated matter of factly, her regal feline personality oozing as she curled into my embrace.

I beamed with the notion, napping being my second favourite activity to do with my mother; this woman after my own heart.

"I love you, Sophia." I said as I kissed her deeply.

"I love you too, Skylar." My mother punctuated as our hot bodies steamed under the chilled stream and the spring cascades marched torrentially outside.

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