Dune: a Mother's Love

Dune: A Mother's Love

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dune, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters are over 18. Enjoy!

"I must love. Love is the life bringer. Love gives the little death that brings total pleasure. I will face my love. I will permit him to enter me and fill me. And when we are done, I will turn the inner eye to relive the moment. Where the love has gone there may be life. And the memory of our love will remain." Bene Gesserit litany of love.

Paul Atreides was frustrated. His mother, Lady Jessica, had been working with him to use the Bene Gesserit power of the Voice. But despite hours of training that morning, he was still unable to get the pitch just right. They sat facing each other at a small table, a tray with a water pitcher and two glasses between them. Several books, a small dagger, a ball and other objects were scattered on the table. The room was sparsely furnished with a few tapestries hanging on the sand colored concrete walls. A couch was against the wall opposite the window overlooking the desert, the harsh sunlight filling the room.

"Give me the ball," Paul commanded.

"You're trying too hard. Your pitch is too forced," his mother said. "Let's take a break, I can hear your frustration."

"No, I want to keep trying," Paul stubbornly answered.

"When you use the Voice, you want to command someone to obey your will, to submit to you completely, to do whatever you want them to do."

Paul looked intently at his mother.

"Close the window shade," he commanded, his voice taking an otherworldly tone.

Jessica stood and turned toward the window. She started to walk toward it to close the shade then stopped. She half turned to look back at Paul.

"Almost," she stated. But inwardly she was impressed. He was getting close.

"Almost?" Paul replied with a half smile. "Better than anyone else has ever done."

"Better than any MAN has ever done," she responded.

Paul looked up at his mother. She had worn a modest loose one piece dress that went down to her ankles made of a thin material that helped with the heat of Arrakis. But standing in front of the window, her body was silhouetted by the bright desert sun and he could see that she was wearing nothing underneath her dress. The outline of her breasts with her nipples pushing against the thin fabric were clearly visible. Almost instantly Paul's member became engorged as he gazed at his mother's body.

"You need to command me," she continued almost whispering, a mysterious look on her face. "Make me do what YOU want me to do."

Paul tore his eyes away from her body and looked at her face. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and though she had used no makeup this morning, she was still beautiful. Paul had always thought she was the most beautiful woman, but during his teenage years he became more and more attracted to her. She was what he fantasized about as he stroked himself at night. He looked intently at her deep blue eyes, trying to decipher what she was really saying. If she wanted him to command her to do what he REALLY wanted her to do, then she was in for a surprise.

He stood and looked directly into his mother's eyes.

"Come here," he commanded, his desire reverberating in his Voice, pitching it lower.

His mother walked up to him making his heart beat harder - was she responding to his command?

"Stroke me," he ordered, keeping his command vague to see how his mother would respond.

She reached out with both hands and placed them on his chest. Then she slowly slid them down the front of his body down to his waist, then back up to his chest, then back down again, never losing contact with his body. Each time she went down, her hands went lower and lower until she was stroking him from his chest to his thighs, occasionally bumping against his erection tenting his pants which made him even harder. Did his mother know what she was doing? Or was she just following his orders? He decided to test her further.

"You want to please me," he directed, pitching his voice with a lower, more masculine tone.

His mouth went dry as his mother knelt in front of him and pulled his pants and underwear down, releasing his throbbing member. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and pumped her hand up and down as she leaned forward. Paul groaned as she took him into her mouth and began to suck. He looked down and their eyes met. There was an intensity in her eyes he had never seen. Was this in response to her having to follow his command because he used the Voice? He couldn't imagine his prim and proper mother willing to do anything like this.

She took him deeper and deeper until he was pushing down her throat. Back and forth she bobbed her head until he was completely buried, her nose nuzzling his pubic hair. Paul couldn't believe how good it felt. Being the only son of the Duke of House Atreides, he had been with many young women, but none had orally stimulated him like this. He grabbed the back of his mother's head and thrust in and out of her mouth, using her for his pleasure. His mother just took the abuse, not gagging, not choking, just silently looking up at him. He wondered if this was part of her Bene Gesserit training. He finally pulled out, wanting to try something more with his mother.

"Stand and bend over," he said.

His mother stood and turned away from him and put her elbows on the table. Paul pulled his pants and underwear off as he approached her from behind. He slid his hands over her bottom, feeling the firm flesh through the thin material of her dress as he pressed his stiff rod against the cleft between her round globes of flesh. Then he slowly slid her dress up, first exposing her legs, next her thighs, then flipped it over her back. Paul was surprised his mother had no underwear on, leaving her completely exposed to him. Fluid was already leaking out of her opening and he rubbed his engorged mushroom head up and down her slit and heard her moan. That was enough encouragement for him.

He pressed up against the entrance to her most intimate area and pressed forward, slowly entering his mother. As he felt himself go deeper, he gritted his teeth with the pleasure of it until he was completely buried inside of her. Paul couldn't believe that he was having sex with the woman he had lusted after for so long, his own mother. He ran his hands over her bottom, relishing the feeling of her soft skin, then grabbed her hips and started to thrust in and out, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. His world narrowed down to the sensation of his member pushing in and out of his mother. Wanting to explore more of her body, he slid his hands forward under her dress and grabbed her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh in his hands as he continued to pump his staff deeper and deeper into the intimate depths of his mother. As he pinched her nipples, he heard his mother groan with pleasure.

"Oh yes, oh yes," she grunted in time to his thrusts. "That feels so good!"

He didn't expect his mother to say anything. Suddenly he couldn't remember if he had used the Voice when he told her to bend over. If he did, why was she speaking? If he didn't, why did she obey him? Then his mother squeezed her pelvic muscles and all rational thought left as he relished the sensation of her tightening tunnel around his manhood as he continued to piston inside of her.

Lady Jessica savored the feeling of her son inside of her. When Paul told her to bend over, she wasn't sure if it was his use of the Voice or her own desire that made her do this. There was an aura of power she could feel from Paul since he was a baby but when he became a man, that power increased tremendously. Jessica was drawn to him and could not stop thinking about him in very unmotherly ways. When she made love with the Duke, she could not help but to imagine it was Paul who was grunting with pleasure as he released his seed inside of her. Those fantasies were so intense it would trigger her own orgasm.

Slowly and subtly she began to seduce her son. When they would sit together, she would lean close to his ear and place a hand on his thigh as she whispered important updates about the House Atreides to him. She would hug him whenever he did something well, pressing her whole body to his, from the front or behind so that he could feel her every curve. And she taught him all the formal dances that he would be using at the palace society balls. Some of those dances required them to be very close and she would press her body against him so she could feel his body respond, his aroused hardness brushing up against her.

But what she enjoyed the most was practicing hand to hand combat with her son. The families who led the Great Houses were always at risk of being assassinated, so from a very young age were all taught how to defend themselves. Duncan Idaho and Gurney Halleck did most of Paul's training but Jessica would randomly attack him when he wasn't expecting it to keep him on his toes and to be ready at all times. And recently, her favorite time to attack him was when she would go to wake him up.

She would open the door as quietly as possible then try to sneak up to him without making a sound. Like every other noble family member, Paul slept very lightly and she was never able to make it to his bed without his eyes snapping open. At that point, she would launch herself at him, a wooden sword in her hand. They would grapple and when she pinned him, she could feel his morning erection pressing against her. She would press against him, not making it obvious but enjoying the response she would get as she felt him get even harder. But as he got older and more skilled, she was the one getting pinned. And it wasn't lost on her that the way her son would pin her would end with him on top and his growing manhood pressing against different parts of her body.

Now she felt him pressing deeper inside of her than any man, all of her work coming to fruition. And the Bene Gesserit program to breed a Kwisatz Haderach resulted in Paul having a huge penis designed to pleasure any woman but looked absurdly large on his thin lean frame. But that didn't matter because it was now stimulating areas of her body in ways she never experienced before. Her son's hands were freely roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts while pinching her nipples, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body. She pushed back against him as she felt that pleasurable pressure building in her pelvis, rising every time he thrust his massive staff deep inside of her. Jessica was so aroused because finally her son was exactly where she wanted him, deep inside of her. She felt him reach between her legs and when he touched her clitoris, it triggered her orgasm to explode out of her. Waves of pleasure surged through her body making her writhe in ecstasy as she cried out.

Paul felt his mother tighten around him as she came, pushing him to the brink. But as he continued to push in and out of her he used his Bene Gesserit training to control his body so he didn't ejaculate. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. For years, he had been lusting after his mother, the little touches here and there, the times she would press herself against him in not quite so motherly ways. But he liked it the best when she attacked him. While he was defending himself, he would try to feel up his mother, rubbing his hands against her breasts, her bottom. More recently, he noticed his mother wasn't wearing a bra and possibly no underwear when attacking him. This would invariably get him aroused and he would press himself against her. He wasn't sure if his mother noticed, but there were times he let her win so she would sit on top of his erection and he could feel it pressing against her womanhood, with only thin clothing separating them.

As he continued to thrust, he used every trick he knew to bring her pleasure. With one hand, he would squeeze her nipple while the other rubbed her clitoris. She had barely enough time to recover from her first orgasm when he felt her respond to his ministrations and she had another. Then another. He wanted his mother to be his, wanted her to want him more than anything or anyone. He could feel his own pleasure build inside his testicles and knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer, despite his training. The view of his rod spearing his mother from behind, the sound of their bodies slapping together and the incomprehensible moans coming from his mother combined with the rapturous feeling of him pistoning in and out of his mother pushed him over the edge. With a roar, he lunged forward and buried himself deep inside of his mother as his seed squirted out of him in waves.

Jessica had never been so aroused in her life, Paul's unusually large male member probing and stimulating her secret areas that had never been touched in this way. And Paul knew exactly how to touch her to get her to respond to him, he played her expertly. She had lost count of her orgasms, never having so many so quickly and was delirious with the sensuous sensations that were flooding her body. Each orgasm was more intense than the one before and she could feel herself riding the wave of the largest one yet. As her son rammed himself deeper and deeper, she felt his rod stiffen even more until it began to pulse filling her with his warm semen triggering one last orgasm. Her body shattered into a million pieces of pleasure as her body writhed with the intensity of the passion that surged through her body.

Paul recovered first and pulled out of his mother, still hard.

"Clean me," he ordered.

Jessica couldn't tell if he used the Voice or not but either way she didn't care. She turned and knelt in front of her son and took him into her mouth and sucked, the last bits of his salty juice spurted into her mouth. As she looked up at him she saw an intensity in his eyes.

"You are now mine," he stated.

She swallowed his seed and answered, "You are Duke Paul Atreides. You are your father's son. You are my son. Only the Kwisatz Haderach could make me feel this way. I am now yours."