This is the 27th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.
What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.
The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.
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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.
A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Often young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
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Though he kept his thoughts and feelings secret, Donna sensed a shift in her son. His attendance and servitude that evening was like nothing she'd enjoyed before. She did not question it, instead she chose to just enjoy growing closer with her boy.
He's a growing boy and growing boys need a mother's care.
She smiled contentedly.
Just like her daughter, Donna loved being teased up. And she liked it to last and last and last. There was almost a meditative quality to it all as she dove deep into the sensation of building pleasure. And it was their pleasure as love was meant to be shared between a loving mother and her son, and it built for both of them in equal measure.
There were distinctions, of course. Since she held all the power...as it should be... she never felt a need, or more accurately, needy. She was being served pleasure at a slow, leisure pace. Certainly if it did not eventually culminate in orgasm, it would be maddening, but orgasm always came for she was in control of her situation, her boy, her play toy; Donna controlled her son.
This thought, the thought about maddening denial made her smile as she considered Tim's state of near constant denial
As he should be! Poor, poor boy. Such a mean, controlling mommy!
Such thoughts inspired greater delight as she took in the soft rubbing, gentle tickling and whispered kisses to her pantied crotch. She sipped her wine and floated with it all. His soft whimpers and quiet moans of desire for her delighted her all the more and reenforced her understanding of their shared love. She especially loved the sight, sound and sensation of him breathing deeply from her fragrant panties. It was so profoundly perverse and erotic taking in how desperate her sexual essence made him.
This was her naughty-place, as she liked to think of it as. For her, there was something so exciting about having a boy attend to her while she wore her white cotton panties. Wearing them made her feel little-girl pure.
Nothing could make her feel naughtier than having a boy touching her, tickling her and kissing her on her white cotton crotch. Nothing made her feel more like a hot, horny, naughty little girl except if he were trying, with desperate restraint to breath in and smell her fragrant bush through those very same pure-girl panties.
On the outside, she was his mother. Yet internally, she was a little girl again.
Her only distraction was the intruding regret that she'd not fastened the chastity device on her loving boy and while she wanted to pop up and do just that, it all felt too good to part with.
Next time.
After at least an hour, a blessed hour of her son trace teasing her crotch and bottom with his lips and fingertips, she was struck by the Good Lord's insight. She positioned her son on his back and mounted his face.
Donna had never done such a thing as it was fundamentally lewd and perverse. It was something a lady would never do! Yet God gave her permission. It went beyond that, she thought, it was God's suggestion. She knew she was divinely inspired.
The inner conflict between right and wrong was its own thrill, which by itself could have captivated Donna's attention.
This is wrong; but God wills it! Does She? What would Mother say? God would not have put this thought in my head if She did not will it to be.
