Life during the rainy season was damp, sweltering and uncomfortable, and not necessarily in that order. The little home that Min and her mother shared was well inside the borders of the huge forest that humans called "the Witch Wood," a vast swath of trees and living things that normal humans stayed well away from. It was a world unto itself, and most people did not go into it willingly.
But Erden and Min weren't welcome amongst others of their kindâhumans mistrusted witches, as well as anyone either cursed with or touched by magic. Humans either killed those people afflicted by it, or drove them into the forest to die. Erden wouldn't speak about Min's father, or why he'd driven them away. Eventually, she learned to stop asking. Min still wondered, but decided it was better not to know than to endure one of her mother's harsher tongue lashings she always got for asking.
Some witches banded together, forming little communities of their own, away from the humans that had banished themâthere were more dangerous things in the woods than witches, after all. Erden didn't want such a life for her child. After Min was born, they came to the forest where the girl had grown up, slowly learning to control her psychic gifts by way of Erden's tutelage. That hut was just the latest in a long line of them, each one built deep inside the Wood than the one before itâmother and daughter would find a suitable place, build a shelter, live there for a time and then move on.
Their latest home was a simple place, a thatched roof over a fire pit and their sleeping mat atop four long stilts with rolls of wide, flat
aontra
tree leaves bound with vine that could be unfurled and tied down to block out heavy rains. Both women preferred to keep it open if possible, all four sides exposed to the elementsâthe Woods were a warm place year-round, so any breeze that came along made that heat a little more bearable.
Min wore nothing but the hair on her head, and often tied that back with a thick strand or grass or vine to keep herself cool. Her mother wore a long necklace called a
kollik
around her neck, the sign of her status as a witch; it was made of polished wooden beads and smooth, pink stones that looked lovely against her dark skin. The only cloth they owned was for the bed mat they shared, the same bed Min had used her whole life.
The Witch Wood itself was under control of the goddess Mylan, matron deity of love, sex, fertility and magic, and it was she that granted her power and protection to the Wood's inhabitants. Min was taught that those who called the Witch Wood home always lived naked in the same manner that she and her mother did, as that pleased Mylan most of all. The Witch Wood was a wild place, untamed and primitive, so why should they need to cover themselves?
The day after Min's dream was hot even before the sun came up. After a cool bath in the little hand-dug pool fed by the stream behind their home, there were chores to be done before the heat of the day picked upâgathering fire wood, milling, tending to the garden, checking the traps out in the woods, things of that nature. But around Noon when the heat of the day arrived, they stopped their labors to rest and relax until the cooler, evening hours.
Erden said she hadn't slept well the night before, and so went back to bed. Min was invited to go with her, which was a tempting proposition, but she begged off and returned to the pool instead. She'd always liked the water, and soon was lounging in her favorite spot, a seat she'd dug out of the earth for herself. Lying back, letting the water pool and lap at her collarbone and across her breasts, Min closed her eyes and sighed, trying to relax. Life with her mother wasn't always easy, but it became easier once her menses had come in, years beforeâonce her mother thought of Min more as a woman, a fellow companion rather than an obligation, some of the familial enmity between them had lessened. Min was quite fond of her mother, and was glad they'd found some equilibrium in their relationship.
But Min longed for something moreâfor a different kind of companion, whatever that meant. It was a weird sort of quasi-loneliness: she loved her mother with a fierce, desperate love, and had always loved her that way, but Min wanted something more than what Erden could give her.
In the shade of their little hut, Min could hear movement, heard the blanket rustling and her mother moan and whimper to herself. Min turned her head and looked over her shoulder. She saw the familiar shape of her mother's body lying on the bed; the sun and warm breeze was caressing every bit of naked flesh it could touch.
Min watched Erden enjoying a private moment of pleasure: as one hand lingered between her open legs, another hand was wrapped right in her hair, mouth opened, eyes shut tight. The long fingers that had helped coax her daughter to sleep the night before were now rubbing at her clit with a driving need, a regular swirling motion, desperate for relief. Erden soon let go of her hair and reached down, sliding a pair of fingers in and out of her pussy, pumping and thrusting, grinding at her sweet-tasting pink flesh, needing the pleasure and release she craved, but having no one there to help her claim it.
It wasn't a difficult choice to make, trulyâMin didn't want to be selfish. Standing up, she climbed out of the pool, wringing her hair out as she walked. The soft leaves crunched and grumbled under her feet as she approached, and Min felt a familiar, welcome warmth blossoming in her belly as she drew ever closer to where Erden lay.
Her mother looked surprised when she opened her eyes and saw Min, slowing her caresses but not stopping them entirely. "I...was hoping you'd change your mind," she said, sounding a touch winded, but with a smile on her face.
"I didn't want you to be alone," Min said, sitting down between Erden's opened legs while matching her smile. She pulled her mother's hand up to press a tender kiss to her knuckles, then brushed the other's hand out of the way and began giving quick, loving touches to the moist, hardened clit with her fingers. Min knew just the sort of touch Erden liked best: a circular motion, giving extra attention to the tender underside, taking a fast pace and not stopping or slowing down.
"Ohhhhhh," Erden moaned. "That's...
yes
, rightâr-right there!" Her warm, pink tongue slid across her lower lip, like tasting something, or swirling her tongue about a piece of fruit to lap up its oozing juices. Her legs tensed up, muscles tightening, breaths coming faster and faster.
"Isn't that good?" Min cooed, speaking in soft, loving tones. "Doesn't it feel good, Mama?"
"Mmmmm, it is... It is! It's so good, Yasemin! Help me! More, please!" As that moment stretched on endlessly, it seemed like her climax might never come, leaving the woman in a state of sexual frenzy, poised on the edge between torment and delight.
Min licked the tip of one finger and slid it effortlessly inside the tight, flexing heat of her mother's cunny-hole before pushing up. Erden mewled like a newborn and then cried out with new pleasure. She pushed up on her toes, stretching her legs opened as wide as she could, grinding herself on Min's finger. "Ahhh! Goddesss,
mmmmm!
I love it!"
The moment itself felt endless, but the end did come, finally. When she came, Erden grit her teeth, arched her back and shuddered, legs opened so wide Min could see her gaping cunt, glistening and pulsing like an open mouth as it tried to devour the finger pleasuring it; the delicate bones of Erden's hips pushed tight against smooth skin and tightened muscles. As she withdrew her finger from it, Erden's pussy still looked so hungry, and Min knew that one climax wasn't usually enough to satisfy her mother for long. It was a reminder to her of just how beautiful a woman that Erden was, how much Min didn't deserve her. She watched as the older woman slowly came down from her pleasurable high, sighing with relief and satisfaction.
"Goodness, child," Erden said with a shivering sigh. "Thank...thank you..." Already her voice was softening, fading, as the sleep she'd originally sought was beginning to catch up with her.
Min bent down, pressed a kiss to her mother's temple. "Sleep well," she whispered as she crawled off the bedroll and stool up. Erden slowly rolled to over to rest from her exertions, not bothering with the sheet in the heat of the day. Min could see the curves of her mother's calves, her hip, her bare shoulder; the tanned seam of her ass was upturned, kissed by the sunshine. After a few moments, Min was certain of it: her mother was asleep, and the rise and fall of her shoulders and back proved it. It seemed that one climax really would be enough on this particular day.
But now a familiar appetite stirred in Min's breast and she wanted relief as well. She quietly slipped away, returning to cool herself in the water again. She lay back with a satisfied smile, resting her head on a smooth, curved stone she improvised as a makeshift pillow. Half-closing her eyes, Min took hold of one breast in her hand, while sliding the other down the smooth slope of her belly and across the muscles of her thighs, which she clenched tight for a moment. Dabbing her tongue across the sore spot of her lip, Min swallowed a sigh before she could let it go as she opened her legs, pushing her hand down between them.
She loved her mother, craved her love and affection, but Min wanted the one thing her mother lacked, the thing she could never give to her daughter: a man's cock, hard and ready, driving up between her aching thighs. Min slid a finger into the waiting heat of her quim and bit the inside of her cheek as she stoked her inner softness, stroking a fingertip across the uppermost wall behind her clit. With her other hand, she pulled at her nipple, gently twisting and teasing it, pinching until it almost reached the point of pain, then held it until her breath came out in a shuddering gasp and she had to let go.
Letting her body become buoyant, legs outstretched, breasts upthrust, she rose up in the water until her belly broke the surface and her pussy followed; the sparkling, cool water tingled against her engorged, swollen lips. The tiny nub at the tip of her cunt was throbbing for attention, floating just above the surface of the pool, and Min gave in with a slow, deep sound of relief and desire as she swirled it round and round.
Continuing to pleasure herself, Min switched hands to torment and tease her other nipple, pulling at it, feeling it tighten and ache; her breasts were sensitive and she enjoyed prolonging the bits of pain to make the pleasure between her legs feel stronger still. Flicking her little bud, back and forth in the familiar way she liked best, Min had to fight down the urge to moan again at the last second.
Daring to slow down, to look over her shoulder, Min saw her mother was still asleep, lost in dreams for the time being. Min was focused on her own dreams at that momentâthe man she fantasized about was faceless, yet he was handsome; dark, yet his hands were pale and large; voiceless, but she heard him moan and say that he wanted her. Min knew what sex was, had watched animals rutting in the woods, had listened to her mother describe men and what they looked likeâshe wasn't some ignorant maiden. She wanted to feel her lover's weight on top of her, pinning her down, his hard flesh thrusting inside of her like a beast. She wanted to slide her fingernails down his back and know that she had pleased him when he came, just as she wanted to climax with him and for him as well.
