A Mother Returned

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

"Why do you want me on my hands and knees, lambkin?" Penelope was in the mentioned position, her breasts dangling over the rose petals on the bedspread. She looked past her shoulder at her son. "Your ffff..." She was about to say that his father rarely took her from behind. But now was not a moment to be talking about Felix. She thought quickly to cover for the misstep. "Your effing thing looks so large. I'm nervous about taking it in this position."

"I don't know why." Theodore shrugged and rubbed the head of his condom-covered cock on her slick pussy. He had a hard time pulling his eyes from her wide, round ass.

She's bewitching me with her body, and I don't care. Whether she means to or not, she has pacified me.

He didn't like that thought. "I'm going to slap your ass, Mom."

"Okay, do it." Penelope nodded, still looking back at him. His face was slack with concentration.

He loves my butt. It's clearly written on his face. A good mother gives her son what he loves.

"Ow... ow... ooohhhh... ow..." She grimaced. The room reverberated with the whacking sound of his hands on her two cushions. "You really don't hold back, do you?" Her skin smarted from the onslaught.

Theodore met her eyes, concerned he'd taken it too far. He had sometimes overstepped bounds with Victoria, even though she had so often been happy to play his games. "Too much?"

"Your vigor demonstrates your desire, Teddy. I love it." She nodded encouragement.

He shook his head and marveled at her. Her smile was plastered with his cum. She had it over her chin, cheek, forehead, and pinned hair. She had asked the hotel to make their room special with champagne, chocolates, and flowers. She had surprised him with it and wrestled him onto the bed when he hadn't noticed. She had then blown him, and offered herself up in any position he wanted. He slapped her butt again, watching her wince. "You like that, Mom?"

"Yes, Teddy." She beamed back at him. "You can even do that after you put your thing in me... if you like." She bit her bottom lip, tasting his saltiness. "But -"

"You want my dick inside you?" He smiled to himself at the enthusiasm of her nod. He lined himself up and lunged forward, but he didn't enter her. She had moved her hips forward at the last second to avoid him.

"But before you put it in, I'd like you to tell me why this is your favorite position." She wagged her ass at him playfully. "I know you like my breasts, so I'm guessing you're not trying to hide them." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Tell me truthfully, and you may enter." She rubbed her right butt cheek on his penis.

"Is this a riddle? Are you a sphinx?" His heart lifted at her girlish giggle. She was giving her body to him, why did it matter if she liked his stupid jokes or not? Somehow, it did.

"More like a lady-version of Heracles." She giggled more at his confused frown. "You know, the gatekeeper to paradise." She wiggled her butt at him some more, relishing the effect it was having on him. "Now, answer my simple question, or I will turn you away at the gates." She had no intention of turning him away. If he had seized her hips and shoved himself in, she would have greedily accepted him back into her womb. But he didn't have to know that.

"I guess... um... I don't know." He dropped his eyes from her gaze to the beguiling globes of her ass. Experimentally, he reached out and clasped the handholds afforded by the flare from her waist out to her hips. "I love your tits, Mom. And I love watching them bounce when you're on top. But I wanted to try this. It feels like you're offering yourself up to me. Like... you want me to take charge. And I want that. I want to... I don't know... slam into you. This is hard to talk about."

"You're doing well, Teddy." The mirth disappeared from her voice. She stared back at him with round, expectant eyes. "I want you to take charge, too. Slam into me. Do it now. I... ooooohhhhhhhhh... gods... you're big." She shuddered as he entered her. She didn't know how much of his penis he'd slid inside her on the first lunge, but it was certainly more than the tip. "Uuuuggghhhhh... do it... slam it in," she hissed.

Theodore obliged his mother. He gripped the padded handholds at her hips and thrust his hips forward. He looked up from her ass to her head, but her face disappeared as she dropped her head forward.

Not a perfect position. I wish I could see the dazed look in her eyes.

She had asked for it, so he found an up-tempo rhythm with his hips without giving her time to adjust.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh... I think... I can take it... now." Penelope's mind raced. She had been bracing for pain, but her vagina didn't hurt like last time. Her body had adjusted to accept him. Pleasure surged. "I... can take it... I can... ow!" She shrieked when he slapped her rump. But she stayed true to her word. She didn't discourage him. "I... uuuugghhhh... ow... ow... can take your penis... Teddy. You've reshaped your mother... ugh... ugh... ugh... I'm yours... my body has... made itself... yours... I... ow... eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii!" The slapping did hurt. Like everything in motherhood, her time with him wasn't all pleasure. But the pain added a texture to the moment. A texture that sent her spiraling mind right over the edge. Penelope gripped the bedspread with clenched fingers and orgasmed on her son's big thing.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." Theodore slammed into his mother. He worked hard for a long time, grunting, sweating, and occasionally slapping her ass. When she dropped her shoulders to the mattress, he grabbed her hair without thinking and pulled her back up until her arms were straight and her back arched. He needed to see that arch. It was miraculous.

They didn't speak for a long while. Her grunts were higher pitched than his, but no less urgent and free of thought. Every few minutes, she would wail and kick her feet on the mattress, the muscles in her back bunching as she tensed.

If Theodore wasn't careful, he'd become addicted to making his mother cum. He'd be hooked on her body. He'd be an inveterate user of her pussy, just like she had been with her drug, Obscura.

No, I won't let my mind disappear into her pussy. I can't trust her. Not yet.

While he'd settled on the fact that he couldn't trust her, he

could

pound her. And he did.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh... uughh... uuughhh..." Penelope had to admit, her son really could take charge back there. He had control of her head via her hair, control of her body via her hip, and control of her soul via an ecstatic spot deep in her vagina. "Uuuuggghhhhhh... ggggaaaaaaaaa..." When he pushed her down onto her belly, she flopped to the prone position for him. Orgasms washed over her, one after the other. They intensified when he pressed her legs together. She was pinned between his manly barrage and the bouncing mattress. Most of the time, her body was loose like a rag doll, her hips digging into the bed with each plunge, and bouncing into the air at the apex of each of his strokes. When her climaxes took hold, her body went rigid, and she pushed her butt back at him. Time behaved strangely. She had no idea how long he poured pleasure into her being. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been hours. Eventually, he pulled out. "Aaaggghhhhhhhh." Penelope groaned and rolled to her side, her hips spasming. She felt an overwhelming emptiness without his penis.

"I want to... take the condom off." Theodore maneuvered her onto her back and spread her legs. He stared at her pussy, which was an open cavern fading into deep blackness. He squeezed the inside of her left thigh and ran his fingers down to her slender calf. "Perfection," he whispered. His eyes moved up her panting belly and chest, settling on her tits. They hung wonderfully to either side of her chest. He admired the stretch marks at the top of each breast, so light on her dark skin, especially in contrast to her black nipples. Then his gaze went farther north. The cum had dried on her face. She was giving him a stern look and shaking her head. Well, Theodore decided she was trying to be stern, but the effect was more dazed and confused than anything else.

"I said... I'd give you... anything. But we have... to keep the condom on." She felt relief flood through her when he didn't make a move to pull the condom off. She looked down at his penis. The protective layer was so thin, it was almost absurd that it could protect her womb from his vigorous swimmers. She shuddered. "I wouldn't be able... to explain a baby to your father. It will already... be hard enough... to make him understand... as it is. Anyway... you don't much care for my mothering... I can't imagine you want me... to have another child."

Theodore frowned at her.

What can I say to that?

He tried to work his mind through the minefield of what she'd just said. "I... um... would pull out without a condom." It was best not to talk about all that other stuff.

"I'm sure you'd mean to... lambkin." Penelope spread her legs wider and beckoned him home. "But I've known... plenty of couples who tried that... and failed. Better to be safe and... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Her body trembled as he entered her. Her vagina put up no resistance at all.

I wonder if I'm still tight for him? Does he still like it? A good mother is straightforward with her son.

"Am I still tight... uuugghhhh... for you... Teddy? Do you... oohhhh... still like it?"

"Yeah... Mom... you're pussy's tight." He placed his hands on her delicate shoulders and pinned her to the bed as his hips got going. "I like it... ugh... ugh... ugh... I like it..." Their bellies slapped together as he pummeled his mother in a new position. He was torn on how best to fuck her. On the one hand, he wanted to see her grimace and roll her eyes. He wanted to see her tits bounce and shake. On the other, he wanted to press their bodies together and hump her with real leverage. He decided to do both, each in its own time. He continued with his hands on her shoulders, his arms mostly straight. He watched her climax several times. Victoria had loved sex and had gotten off constantly. But his ex-girlfriend couldn't hold a candle to his mother. It seemed Penelope Nisha had been built for sex. When his own orgasm finally approached, he dropped his chest to his mother's with a thud. It was time for leverage. He reached under her and took two big handfuls of her ass, his arms pressing her legs further up in the air. He hammered her like that, listening to her wail. "Mom... Mom... Mom... you're still tight... so tight... uuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh." With his face buried in her slender neck, he roared out his climax.

"Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." Penelope was delirious. Her son was rutting her. He would have been breeding her in the most efficient position but for the condom. She dug her nails into his back and shuddered in ecstasy under his wonderfully robust body. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of bliss for a long while. She felt his hips slow and finally go still. "Teddy... Teddy... Teddy... lambkin." She worked to catch her breath. Her feet made little circles in the air. He was still buried so deep that she could feel him in her belly. "I want to be... the best mother... ever."

A good mother does whatever it takes.

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"You're... making progress... Mom." Theodore kissed her neck. It was salty with their combined sweat. He soaked in the feeling of lying on top of her; the way his form puzzled together with her tits and belly. They were both slick with sweat and other fluids, and that made it feel like they'd be glued together forever. He stayed prone on her in silence, occasionally kissing her neck and upper chest. When the chill of evaporation started on his back and ass, he rolled off her, his dick leaving her body with a squelching sound. He turned his head and looked at her. Her eyes were dazed, and her tongue hung from the corner of her mouth. "I fucked you silly, Mom."

Those words focused Penelope. She blinked and turned her gaze to his eyes. "I had built this evening... up in my mind. I wanted it to be special. You... um... didn't disappoint. That was... out of this world." She thought of Felix, who really was out of this world. He was floating somewhere in space. He should not have left her. It seemed that each orgasm she had with Theodore made it harder to square her motherhood with her marriage.

"So, are we... going to actually sleep in the same bed?" Theodore raised his eyebrows. "That seems... strange."

"Oh, is it?" Penelope sat up on her elbows, noticing her son's eyes instantly drop to her breasts as they jiggled with her movement. "I would have thought the sleeping part would be... less strange. After what we've done."

"It's not." Theodore shrugged and casually put a hand on her tit. "How am I supposed to sleep with these next to me?"

Penelope gave him a playful shocked face. "I'm your mother, Teddy. You will control yourself."

"Or maybe I'll control you." He gently pulled her by the tit toward him until their faces were inches apart. He kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth. She playfully parried and danced with it, pushing her tongue back into his mouth. He was in a state of wonder at how much skill she had, how much she seemed to enjoy him.

How is this the woman that raised me? That forgot about me? That left me?

He pulled away from the kiss and got out of bed. "I need to take the condom off," he said as he walked to the bathroom. "We should get cleaned up and go out for some supper."

"We could get room service. There's no need for us to dress," she called hopefully after him. She watched his adorable butt enter the bathroom and disappear.

"If you don't put on clothes, my cock won't ever deflate. Then we'll have to go to a doctor to have it looked at." He turned on the shower. "We'll get cleaned up and go out for supper."

"Okay." Penelope felt chastened. For a moment, it felt like he was the parent.

~~

"So, do you have more establishments lined up for us to canvas tomorrow?" Penelope sat across the table from her son in the hotel restaurant. She daintily sipped at her soup. She waved off the robot waiter as it ambled up to them. The waiter promptly turned to check on another table. She smiled at her son. He looked very handsome in one of his best suits.

"Sure, we should probably do that. But I'm not sure we'll find anything. And I doubt we'll see that goon again." Theodore shook his head. He was formulating a new plan, but he was worried his mother might be touchy about it. Maybe he would wait until he had something more concrete before telling her. "The tall guy probably works for Dad. I wish we could ask Dad about it, but he wouldn't want us talking about that on the public channel." He thoughtfully gnawed on some bread.

"It may sound horrible, Teddy, but I'm happy we can't ask your father. When we're finally free to talk to him, I have no idea what we'll say about... us. I mean you and me." She leaned forward, careful to keep her bosom out of her soup. "Do you know what you'll say to him?"

"You're married to him. I figured you would handle it." Theodore was only half joking.

Penelope nodded seriously, straightened her back, and sipped another spoonful of soup. "A good wife communicates with her husband. You're right, of course. I'll handle your father. I realize... um..." She lowered her voice. "I realize that while the gods have thrown me into your arms, well... what I'm trying to say is..." She put her spoon down and reached to fix her already perfectly pinned hair. "Whatever happens is my responsibility. You weren't looking for this special bond that we have. I suppose I was, on some level. I'll take care of everything with your father. You won't have to worry about it."

"Mom... I didn't mean..." Theodore sighed and looked away from her. When they weren't humping, the topic of their relationship was unbearably awkward. "Let's talk about something else."

"Yes, of course." Penelope smiled brightly. "How about baseball?" She got him rolling as he explained the aspects of his favorite professional players and how they were faring in the season. She only half-listened. The other half of her mind was busy trying to douse the smoldering worry she had about Felix.

~~

After supper, the Nishas returned to their room and readied themselves for bed. Penelope thought that she might get a chance to soothe her son again, but he was preoccupied and brushed off her advances. She didn't tackle him. When he wasn't angry, she didn't have the same urge to pacify him with her body. So, Penelope brushed her teeth, put on a nightgown, and slipped into their large bed. There was a wet spot that had soaked through the bedspread. She avoided it and pulled the covers up to her chin. She watched her son move about the room in his underwear, marveling at his husky form. Even when soft, his penis filled out his skimpy garment. "Will you wear pajamas?"

"I usually sleep in my underwear, Mom." Theodore shrugged as he hung his suit in the closet.

"You've been so quiet since supper. Are you angry with me?" Penelope watched his face closely. He didn't furrow his brow in a rage. He didn't even make eye contact with her.

"No. I'm just thinking." He got into bed, turned away from her on his side, and flipped off the light.

"If you'd like to talk about something, I'm here for you." She stared at the dark blot that was the back of his head.

What's going on in there? I wish I had a window into his mind.

"A good mother listens to her son."

"I don't want to talk. I didn't sleep last night, remember? And we've got more of our investigation tomorrow." He pulled the covers up to his ear.

It's going to be really strange sleeping next to her. And it will also be annoying if she keeps talking.

"Goodnight then, lambkin. I love you." Penelope resisted the urge to reach out and touch him. He didn't want it at the moment. And she needed him to want it later, so she wouldn't push him now.

"Goodnight, Mom." Theodore was exhausted. His two obsessions had drained him that day. His mother and her disappearance. He wondered what they would do to him tomorrow. He shut his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Penelope listened to his deep, even breathing for a long time before drifting off herself.

~~

The nightmare was agonizing. Penelope did not wear her gloves. One hand was held by Felix, the other by Theodore, and they were pulling her in opposite directions. She pleaded with them to loosen their grip, but they each clamped down on her poor fingers like vises. She could hear her metacarpals snapping one by one. "Please... please... you're hurting me."

They continued to pull, and her body began to tear right down the middle. They were killing her. Her family was destroying her. She desperately wanted to get away. But they wouldn't let go.

Penelope sat up in bed. Her chest heaved with the fright of the fading dream. Sweat evaporated on her skin. She reached for her son and found him sleeping peacefully on his back, over on his side of the bed. "Everything's okay. Everything's fine," she comforted herself. She was in a hotel. She'd had a honeymoon night of sorts, and it had been filled with overpowering pleasures.

If everything is fine, why do I want to leave?

She looked through the darkness to where she knew the door was. She could get up, dress, and disappear at that very moment.

I could fade into the background.

Penelope gave a start. Those thoughts were even more terrible than the nightmare.