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SECRET NO LONGER
Chapter 10
Jason: Completing the Surrender, and Some Changes
"I have always had a preference of what the Americans call heavy petting. It's something I was studying over there at college in Missouri. And I adore the oh-so-painfully slow escalation of touch and caress, tiny, nibbling kisses, the sigh of silk on milk-white flesh. I love the ache; it can go on for hours and hours. But it's worth the wait. When you come, it's like a sigh,like a delicious,drawn-out sigh."
That delightful bit of philosophy is found in the movie
Scandal
, the one about the Christine Keeler/John Profumo affair of 1963. It is articulated by John Hurt, playing the randy osteopath, Dr. Steven Ward, just before a convivial little orgy.
It is also a very apt description of the rapturous experience into which I was now immersed, the painfully, beautifully slow penetration into the increasingly intimate spaces of my mother's body, and from there, her very being, all heralding another penetration, which, as obvious as it may have been to an observer, was unsure enough in our mutual altered state of mind to make each tiny bit of progress a new, and newly exciting, discovery, re-kindling the sharp thrill of anticipation.
The fairy-tale vehicle she led us through worked just as it was supposed to: it gave form and definition to the most powerful milestones of our shared advances, underscoring and amplifying each one. The bit about the "First Gateway," as she called it, the passage through which marked the point where her sweet, lush pubic patch was revealed, added force to the simple knowledge that she was now allowing--no, insisting--that I now behold what no man is invited to behold unless she intends to offer him the further joys of her intimacy, and does so from her own desire. She desired me, and her story was an intense seduction, driven by that intense desire.
She knows well how exceptionally sexy that particular configuration of her waist, her hips and her legs is to men, and she made the very most of it to inflame my passions ever higher, disclosing them to my sight in that very way the randy doctor in the movie so eloquently described. The pants, allowed to descend and expose only in that slow and yet deliberate fashion, finally fell to the floor and were tossed aside. Now, inches before my eyes, my mother's nude body stood, itself aching for me, for my touch, my fire, and ultimately, my instrument, now carbon-steel hard and vertical, knowing well its immediate destiny and well ready for it.
The sweet dialogue between us has been laid out before, so I shall not repeat it here. Suffice it to say that it, as with everything else, worked its charm upon us both.
I reached behind her, gently held her butt and drew her hips to me. That same little mat of curled fuzz that declared her womanhood grazed my nose, my cheeks and lips. In response I felt her force her hips forward, into my face, and upward, raising her own erect clit to find the tip of my extended tongue. The two met, mated, and danced, my tongue circling, then stroking and pressing, and then back and forth, along its tiny length, doing its best to give her the greatest pleasure and satisfaction I could know how to give. As I did so, I felt a finger touch the thoroughly saturated "third gateway," her pussy, and with yet another heart-pounding pulse of thrill, as I felt it pass the gate, the signal from heat and moisture within spoke again to me of the aching craving she felt for this man, and I heard the sharp catching of breath as she felt my penetration.
I sought the tender location of her G-spot and touched it gently while dancing over her clit with my tongue at the same time. The result was more than rewarding: her breath accelerated and grew ragged; her eyes were fixed shut, and her hips took on a wild oscillation that made it difficult to stay with her. Her breath turned to little cries that grew into screams that told me again that she was the noisy sort, and then the movement, and, but for a strained moan, the sound, ceased as she paused to become entirely absorbed in her orgasm. A sudden flow of her passion-fluids and the resumption of the frantic expressions of her body indicated the strength of her climax. Again, and yet again, and even beyond, the cycle repeated as my multi-orgasmic mother drove that capacity to it limits.
In her account, Mom passed over this part. I doubt it's from lack of recollection; so here it is, from my words again.
She now feverishly sought my desperately eager cock with her body, finally resting upon its head, pausing, prolonging the ecstatic agony, until the blessed moment, so long awaited, of release. I felt the warmth of her moist pussy surrounding my shaft, enclosing more and more, until the limit was reached.
And now, right or wrong, for better or worse, in joy or disgrace--I was sexually coupled with her.
I was fucking my own mother.
I had been amazed at the way she had practiced that skilled seduction earlier. No matter what, it's hard sometimes to really grasp the thought that your own mother is also a woman who might, and if she's wise, will, learn the art of pleasing a man. Now, though, as our mating grew from that entranced single moment of stasis into blind fury, her heat, aggressive, demanding and yet giving even more than what she demanded, was even more amazing, far more. My mom's a hottie, I could see, crazy and wild, sexually thermonuclear! Her breath alternated with a kind of low growl of pleasure and her body bucked and thrust in every direction, each sending its own brand of overwhelming thrill through me. I felt her hips sway and roll, each movement bearing down upon the grateful senses of my swollen cock in a different and special way,. driving a variegated panoply of distinct sensations through it, each complementing the others, uniting in a force much greater than the sum of the parts.
Sweat poured in rivulets from her face and shoulders, matching my own, as our bodies accelerated our thrusts into each other to what must have rivaled an epileptic fit. Her low growl was growing into lusty moans on the peak of every breath, holding nothing back. The moans were growing louder and higher-pitched, almost like little screams of ecstasy. Mom's a screamer, I realized! Several times she shot upward and tensed in orgasm, and after each I felt the sudden, warm wave of her juices drench my own skin. The sounds, the force, the frantic passion of our sex took complete control; when my own time came I could not have held back for the world.
"Mom! I'm...I'm...coming! Ah..." I cried, dreading the chance she might at this moment refuse me; but instead she called only for more.
"Yes...yes, Jason, yes, my son, come now, come here, in me, deep in me; give me all..."
