The Vengeful Tide Ch. 05

"Before you take your brief bath, fetch me my mother," I told her.

"I can't take a shower first?"

"No. You're going to go to my mother smelling like a freshly fucked woman. Oh, don't wipe the cum off either," I said.

Ellen trembled in front of me. I'm pretty sure it was out of anger. "I hate you, Sir," she said.

"Hate and love be the same coin, Ellen,"

Sothshore left with a slam of my door. It wasn't too long before I heard whistles and howls from my crew outside. It made me smile.

In time, there came another knock on my door. "Enter," I said.

The door opened and my mother, Ira Drakclaw, walked through. "You...asked for me, Eric? I remembered you wanted me to come by later, but I assumed it to be when the crew was asleep. I also saw...your handiwork with Ellen. Did not think I'd ever see her so angry," she said.

She then took notice that...I had not covered up my lower regions. Her eyes stared at my flaccid cock, but just looking at her was enough to spring it to life again. I think she tried to look elsewhere, but her eyes failed her. She kept returning back to my length like a snake to a charmer.

"It doesn't bite, you know," I told her.

She turned her head away again.

"Shut up. If anything I've been the one biting it over the weeks," she fired back at me. That made me smile.

I stood up and pulled my pants up. I then walked over to my bed and sat on it. "Come sit with me," I offered. I think my mother noticed that this was not an order.

"Can you at least put your cock away?" she asked. A silly me, how could I have forgotten about the open fly?

"No, because this is something we be needing to discuss tonight. Upon this voyage, two things will occur. Either this will be a voyage that will make our crew blush from day until night, or this will be a voyage filled with steel and fire between a mother and her son. You and I will decide that right now," I told her.

My mother seemed...rather surprised by my immediate declaration and lack of conversational subtlety. In my mind, there be no need for small talk. We were both adults and we both sail the ships of our own destiny. I had given her as much time as I felt she needed. I desired her as a man desires a woman and I knew she was beginning to desire the same thing.

"Well, if nothing else, you've got the captain's sea legs down pat. I figured we were going to have this talk eventually," my mother said. She then took a seat next to me, but this was not how I wanted us.

Instead, I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me until we laid against the wooden frames which held the glass windows. I held her in my arms. I think we were both aware that my cock was pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass, but the strange feeling of warmth made it not so unbearable. It might be pathetic of me as a man, but...I do not recall the time I ever held my beloved like this.

"What stays your resolve mother? You would be blind as an old croon if you did not see that I would want to hear you sing the wondrous tunes of a woman over the sea. What makes you fear me?" I asked her.

My mother made a mocking sound with her lips. "One time I was ever afraid of you and it was before you wrestled control of our house from me. I have not been afraid of you since then. Angry and upset, yes, but not afraid," she said. My mother is not known for her...loving nature, but she leaned her cheek against my own. She then began speaking.

"Yeah, I could tell you wanted to fuck me. To be honest, I'm surprised we haven't all around the house. You've basically done everything else that priests would bathe us in divine waters for anyway. What made you wait until now?" she asked.

I stretched my back for a moment before answering. "Well, your body was hardly in the proper shape to be enjoyed fully. Additionally, no matter what I do or say, I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. A man who holds no respect for his own mother be a rat that is only fit to be crushed beneath a leather boot," I answered.

"So me sucking your cock was dandy, but fucking me with it wasn't?" she asked. We both laughed. She had a rather lovely laugh, I found. In my previous life, I think she only ever laughed a handful of times. Knowing what I know now, I can see why there wouldn't be many things to laugh about.

"A point you do have, but there were reasons of my own for that. One, I am the one who decides what is wrong and right between us. If I want to fuck you up, down, port, starboard, in front of the crew, alone in my quarters, or even in front of royalty, then it's right. Anyone who says otherwise is saying to the barrel of my pistol," I told her.

She didn't reply to me.

"Second, unlike Dorin and Zahi, I wanted you for more than just some cheap pleasure. Such is why I respect you as well. You...thought to take your own life. Thus, you be not satisfied with our life nor your body. I have changed them both. Look at us. Your son be the captain of a temporary crew sailing for grand fame and treasure, and you hold a body that turns both pants and skirts. You're a sexy jewel of the sea," I reminded her.

"And third?" she asked, her breath restless.

This time, I wrapped my arms around her until they completed a circle. "A man's first time be not so emotional as a woman's, but...if a man holds a woman to her true worth, then she and no other should ascend him into adulthood. For me, none be more qualified than you, mother," I said. Well, if we wish to count the seeds on bread, then I was still a virgin. If the time adds up well, then I was set to lose my virginity in a year or so. Obviously, that was not going to happen now.

"You haven't been with a woman yet?" she asked me.

"Even a bastard longs for nights of emotional attachment as well, and there be no greater bastard than I," was my response to her question.

My mother remained silent for a long while. In that time, I decided to jest with her a little by lightly humping the cheeks of her ass. Only the huffs of her labored breath told me she was still living. "And what if it's not right to me?" she asked.

"Who does this body belong to?" I asked her immediately.

No answer.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and pressed my lips against her neckline. "Eric...," she gasped.

"Tell me, mother. The sea life could not have taken hold so quickly that you forgot this morning in the bathroom. Who does this body belong to?" I asked again. I followed with a kiss to her shoulder blade. I could feel her heart beating in my arms.

"You, Eric,"

"Say it again,"

"It's your body, Eric, but I...,"

"Shhhh, say yes," I whispered into her right ear. I blew my words like a magical spell. They informed her that this was not about silly worldviews or even something as simple as a restrictive moral compass. This...was just us.

She turned her head to mine. Her eyes must have searched mine for any hint of remorse. If that was what she was hoping for, then she would have been disappointed. I don't think this to be the case because she pushed her lips to mine and closed her eyes. I felt her turn her body even deeper into my embrace while one of her hands brushed my cheek.

I closed my eyes as well. As this was the first of many, I decided that I would hold on too many demands this once. Instead, I treasured the otherworldly feeling of my mother's tongue striking and wrapping around mine. With my hands, I began massaging her warm back. A pleasant moan escaped her lips into mine, but she allowed me to memorize her form as intimately as my father had done.

I was then surprised at her assertiveness when she rubbed my girth with her tender palm. My lips pursed and my face tightened. Her touch was like hot, smooth coal. Up and down it rubbed like it was attempting to soothe the lustful beast which laid below. It be obvious that this was a heavenly touch that I desired.

I was not idle either. While we continued our kiss, my hands trailed from her waist and to her firm posterior. I loved the shiver that ran through her body. Our kiss was broken by her moan into my room.

"For a virgin, you handle yourself rather well. I take it you've come to enjoy Sothshore in the times that we're not together?" she asked me.

"They be lessons well learned, mother, but I've come to learn some things on my own," I said.

Before she could fathom what I meant, I placed one more kiss to her lips. I then slowly pushed her until her back rested on my sheets. Her face was flushed and I'm sure mine was as well. My breath was heavy and my chest was beating. This act which the entire world would damn me to the flames of the abyss for performing stirred me with great vigor.

I laid my body on top of my mother's. Her breasts and hardened nipples crashed into my chest. However, kissing was not all that I desired tonight. It was not all she desired either because she laid her hands at my waist. The pants that I had only recently pulled up were now being unbuckled.

Once my pants were loosened, my mother grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I hated that in order to remove it, we were required to separate. But as soon as my shirt was off and my bare chest was exposed, I sought my mother again like a man dying for his lost love.

Our hands roamed everywhere that they could touch. She explored my body that she had helped create. Our forbidden lust for each other ran unabated through my quarters. The aroma of uninhibited sex became a powerful stimulant for us both.

Just as my mother had done for me, I began to unbutton her shirt as well. Each snap was like a trying knot to my patience, but the reward is so much sweeter when the shovel meets the sand and digs up the earth for it.

My patience was rewarded with black silk undergarments that...I did not remember buying for my mother. I was not complaining, but I looked at her. She looked at me and the embarrassment on her face told me the story.

"Hmmm, so my mother was planning on this happening?" I asked.

"Shut up! I wasn't planning anything. I just...assumed it would happen eventually, though not on the first day," she said to me.

I chuckled as I brushed a piece of hair from the side of her face. "Are you disappointed?" I followed to her statement.

She looked at me again. Then, she tenderly rubbed my arms. "If I was, then I would not be here wrestling tongues with my bastard son," she replied. I agreed. So, without any further hesitation, I began to kiss from her lips and down to her neck. My hands took in the same of her breasts. Her nipples poked against the nerves of my palms like tiny erotic seedlings.

"Uhhhh...haaaa...are you really untouched by a woman, Eric? It...ahhhh...feels good!" My mother exclaimed. Of course my mother had no way of knowing that while this body had never known the experience of true sexual pleasures, my mind had lived them too many days to count. I could grant her pleasure greater than any man before her, including my bastard of a father.

"You taste splendid mother. A wonderful fruit that gives nourishment to a withered man," I said. I continued to lick and suck parts of her body. Her neck, her shoulders, her arms, all of her upper body was my playing ground and her voice was my reward for my efforts.

"Ahh, yes. Yes, Eric! Ugh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your tongue might be the downfall of many bitches if you reign free," she panted. I rolled her breasts around in my hands. Her arms entangled my back. Her legs squirmed beneath mine. Her mouth, oh seas her mouth, kissed and licked the side of my face wantonly.

"Bitches will have to wait. I tend to a queen of the seas this night," I countered. I then grabbed my mother's bra and lifted it up. Her breasts bounced out in front of my eyes. The swollen nips of her flesh took hold of my gaze. My cock lurched up and down at this sight. My breath grew restless. Sweat poured from my brow.

My mother must have taken my admiration of her bounty as hesitation because she wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me close. "You were a horny bastard even as a babe. There was never enough milk to sate you when I nursed you. You would suck and suck even when I tried to pull you off. I dare not count the times I had to retire to my bedroom after I put you to sleep from that mouth of yours. Now, it returns many years later, not for nursing, but for returning pleasure," she said.

"And so it will all the days that we sail together," I told her. I took her right nipple into my mouth and her fingers caressed my hair like they had done when I was but a small child.

"Ugh fuck! Yes! Suck mommy's nipples, you perverted motherfucker! Oooooh that feels good!" she complimented me.

I did not just suck her nipples. I swirled them with my tongue. Her skin tasted delectable. I could feast upon it for the rest of my life. "Ah, oooooh, Eric! Yes Eric! Suck them harder! These be yours now. AHHHHHH! No man shall touch them except you," she vowed.

Her vows drove me wild. Each of her jugs was slathered by my mouth. I playfully teased each nipple between my teeth while she moaned loud enough for any crew member to guess what we were doing. "Haaaa, yes mother. You're mine! These tits are mine! Everything on you is mine!" I claimed through desperate breaths.

"Yes! Yours! It's...aaaaaah...all...oooooooh...yours, ERIC!" she suddenly wailed. I groaned in fiery pleasure as her crotch started to hump my erection. The feeling of her silk, wet undergarments against my hard muscle sent electric spasms through my body.

My mother tore my lips from her breasts and heavily kissed me once again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waste. If not for her panties, then we would have already been committing one of the planet's most intimate taboos.

Our kiss was broken and she looked at me. She then pulled me down. Her lips came to my ear.

"Fuck me,"

Even for one such as myself who had no shortage of sexual experiences in my life, hearing my mother begging me for a fuck was enough to keep me hard for the rest of the night.

"Why? The night still be young. We can enjoy ourselves," I told her. Unfortunately for me, I was not expecting her next words.

"...Please, Sir. Let your mother be your first experience of a woman. Fuck me before I lose all reason," she claimed desperately.

Now that I held her in my arms, i could feel how much she was trembling. This was not fear or hesitation, but it was unbridled lust and desire. Though we had only just begun for the night, our sexual intimacy was too high for a slow pace that we desired.

"As you wish," I said.

I leaned back and grabbed the folds of her pants from her waist. I then pulled them down. She pulled her legs through the open holes and it wasn't long before I was graced with the sight of my mother's pussy. It was not completely shaven. Just a bit of hair rested just above it, but I could not mistake the smell of a prepared pussy from her.

Now, we both laid completely exposed to each other. I do not know why my heart was pounding. This was the same thing I had done that was as easy as drinking ale, but the look in my mother's eyes led me to feel like a childish knave.

I lined my cock with her pussy. Her heels rested on the cheeks of my ass. "Come on, virgin boy. What was the first lesson I taught you?" she asked me.

"No matter what you do, see it through to the end!" I stated. I didn't even give her a chance to respond. Instead, I plunged myself into her cunt with my cock.

"UGGGGGGGGGH!" She groaned as her face morphed into an expression of pleasurable shock. It was no different for me as well. The urge to cum was mighty from this one thrust. Her sleek, sloppy pussy was releasing shivers through my arms. The most taboo act that a parent and child could commit was crossed by us both. Seas, she felt divine!

I pulled my cock out and then shoved it back in. The jerks of my mother's body began to ride as her nails clawed at my backside. My hips pushed in and then pulled out. I...began fucking my mother.

"Oooooh! Eric yes! Fuck me! Oh god, your cock feels so good!" My mother yelled.

"Ugh! This a pussy no whore or brothel wench can hope to match! I would never wish to leave you!" I honestly told her. I could feel her grunting and undulating beneath me. Her cunt walls kept tightening and loosening around my pistol as if to give it a firm massage that would make me spill my load in moments.

The aroma of sex filled my quarters. If it was not the aroma that might have tipped someone off to what we were doing then it was the loud moans from my mother and I as we rocked my new bed like it would be our last.

"YES! Oh fuck yes! Eric, fuck your mother! Fuck me harder! Ooooooooh yessssssssss! For a virgin, you seem...ugh...better than...HAAAAAAA!...your father!"

"Don't you worry, mother! I'm gonna fuck you more than he ever did! A pussy like this deserves to have a cock in it every night!" I said. I do not know where the line of our love-making turned into a raunchy tavern orgy play, but something tells me that this is the Drakclaw way of love.

I fucked and fucked and fucked my mother. Her nails bled my back, but I did not care. My mouth pinched her nipples and her legs hooked themselves around my waist. Sweat poured from my face and I could see the sweat drip down from my mother's forehead. Our romping was enough to hear some cheers from outside.

"You hear that mother! Everyone knows you're getting fucked by your son right now!"

"Yesssss...OOOOH SEAS YES! Fucked by such a hard, virgin...COCK! Haaaaa...haaaaa...UGHHHHHHH!! Oh my SHIIIIIIT!" My mother wailed. I thought to silence her mouth with another kiss. So I did.

"Mmmmm! MMMMPH!" I could not say with my mother, but I knew that my head was swimming in the clouds above. It was as if thousands of soft pillows were wrapping around my body and producing shocks to each nerve in my brain.

"OOOOOOOH! I'm gonna cum! My son is gonna make me fucking cum all over his hard cock!"

No sooner had my mother said this did I feel my meat rod become soaked in the burning tide of her orgasm. It only made things easier for my cock to reach further inside her while my balls smacked themselves against the nape of her ass.

"Looks like I'm a pretty good virgin if I can make my mother cum. Not too many bastards can say the same. I plan on giving you a lot more," I said.

"Damn...UGH...right you are!" She returned.

Our love was a cornucopia of moans and pleasures. I grabbed my mother and switched our positions. She now straddled me and it didn't even take her a second to begin fucking my cock like we had been doing this for years. "Oh yes! Tell me, you fucker. Was this everything you ever dreamed of? Fucking your mother with this thick cannon of yours?" she asked me.

"Many a night, mother. Many a night, but I think you're forgetting something. It's not what I dreamed. It's what I want and am taking!" I told her. Her hips began slamming into my pelvis even faster. My declaration that her body was another receptacle for my pleasure, but my body was a physical manifestation of the pride that she could hold in her own body.

"Oh yes, mother. You look glorious riding my cock like that. I could watch this all day if my body allowed it," I told her.

"Oh you believe so, do you? Should I...take...that to mean...you're about to cum?" she asked.

I didn't reply to her question. Instead, I grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her like a madman. She threw her head back and her hands rested on my legs.

"OOOOOOOH YES! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! SHIT! OH, you fuck so damn good!" so she said. Her red hair swayed around her sweat-covered head while my muscles in my legs, thighs, and arms pulled in the work to bring her and myself the pleasure we desired.

It wasn't long before I felt the cum flowing from my balls and into the tube of my dick. I'm sure my mother felt it as well. "Oh seas! You're gonna cum! You're gonna cum inside your own mother! Your first fuck with a woman is gonna be you slamming your balls into me and cumming inside your mother!" she said.