As lighting lit the night sky and thunder screamed its warning call, Manteca stood under the gnarled knotted great oak tree swaying to the rhythm of the song of the ancients. Calling out to the love between Eve and Abel she urged the heavens to embrace its newest lovers. Falling to her knees she thrust out her bare breast to the moons light and asked for the gods to bring forth the newest lovers to their forbidden ecstasy, bringing balance to nature. Pulling and twisting on her big chocolate breast she asked for mother natures white milk and golden honey to flow freely and quench her son's waiting parched mouth. Squeezing her nipples she howled under the moon for nature's son to plant his seed and bring about the world's newest harvest of lovers.
Caroline opened her eyes as the wind whipped threw the trees, banging the branches against the window pane. Taking a moment to remember where she was, she felt comfort at knowing she was at her son's home and her nightmare of a marriage was finally over. Driving drunk her husband was killed when his car ran off the side of the road hitting a tree head on. The police said his alcohol intake was three times the legal limit.
Feeling a cool breeze she sat up to investigate. The tempo of the rain increased along with the strength of the storm. Easing the cover's off of her she stood up searching with her feet for her slippers. Lightening lit the room, she scanned the floor unable to find them, jumping as the thunder clap sent chills down her arms. Padding over to the wall she ran her hand over the light switch, clicking it back and forth she discovered the power had gone out.
Noticing the chill in the air she glanced over at the window. Lightening ripped through the room showing the gapping hole in the lower half of the window pane where the tree branch had crashed through. Rubbing her eyes she pulled the door open heading out into the hallway.
Brendan turned over when his mother entered the room. "Brendan, are you awake?" Her voice was quiet. Caroline was unsure why she felt at odds with herself. Where she was usually sure about her thoughts, her mind was racing, she momentarily forgot why she had come into her twenty-three year old son's room.
Brendan stared at where his door was located, knowing her silver blue eyes were trying desperately to find him in the dark. Months ago his mother had moved in with him until she could sell and purchase a smaller home. This was unlike her to wake in the middle of the night. He thought she must have been thinking of his father.
She waited, back straight, hands loosely clasped in front of her and lips pressed into a tight line. She hated to admit it, but she could swear the storm was calling out to her. She felt sexually hungry, which was unlike her. Since her husband Kenny had stopped having sex with her, she had become complacent in the bedroom. Maybe this new feeling was a result of her body reawakening and freeing itself from her husband's cruel control. Whatever it was was making her breast throb with the need to be touched. The nipples where pinching and felt pained, her pussy was slightly wet. She tried to put her sexual desires to the side, and concentrate on why she came to her son's bedroom.
"Yeah mom, I'm awake. This storm is pretty loud. Is everything okay?" Brendan said sitting up in bed.
Caroline turned away. Silence filled the room. Finally, she shook her head. Turning back around, she stepped forward. "This storm has got me nervous. A tree has broken the window and the powers out. I won't be able to clean up the mess until morning. I'm a little scarred, I know it's silly but can I sleep in here tonight."
Brendan turned toward the window and stared out, not seeing the rain fall before him. "Sure I don't' mind," he whispered, his voice low, barely audible. Before his father's drinking problem, they'd been close, spending every evening together watching movies or playing games, but the loving and devoted father he'd once known had died the day alcohol had cruelly consumed his life. He had regretted leaving but their relationship was to important for him to stay.
Brendan stood moving towards his mother the lightening illuminated his features. He closed his eyes, his throat burning at the very thought of her sharing his bed, before falling asleep he had fantasized about her lying beneath him, he was still unsure where the thought had come from. He knew it wasn't a dream because he had masturbated and the soaked towel was lying on the floor. He recognized the need to heal their wounds.
Light reflected off of his chocolate brown hair, Caroline had a strong desire to touch and feel its softness. She moved closer and stood beside him. Somewhere overhead, thunder roared, feeling her with a since of wonder, she could feel the energy in the air. Unsure why she felt so sexually stimulated by the storm, trying to regain her scenes she noticed her son guiding her forward.
"Did the storm frighten you?" His throat tightened when she nodded uncertainly, her bright gaze clouded with tears. Brendan caressed her check.
"I don't understand why," Caroline cried, her fear evident in her voice.
Brendan didn't reply. The sight of his mother standing beside his bed in her slip of a nightgown, her face turned up to his and the tops of her breasts pushing out enticingly burned itself in his memory.
Caroline wasn't sure what had come over her. Wasn't sure she wanted to know. All she knew was that when Brendan was ever so gently but determinedly propelling her toward the bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close seemed so natural. And once his lips were close to hers, she couldn't think of any reason why they shouldn't kiss.
How was it, she wondered, as his lips parted hers and his tongue swept inside to deepen the kiss, that she felt that there was nothing wrong with kissing him. And as he took her face in his hands and continued to sweetly explore the edges of her tongue with his, she thought that was exactly what they were doing right now. Comforting. Seeking. Learning. Seducing. To the point she wanted so much more and would have pursued it, if only one tiny little thing hadn't been standing in their way. The fact that he was her son, pushing him away was a struggle, but she had to think through this fog that was clouding her mind.
Brendan was still trying to figure out what was happening between them, when his mother grabbed him and kissed him, it had been surprising, and quit out of character. The passion in her kiss left him wanting more, after the sweet evocative way she had kissed him and let him kiss her back, he was surer of that than knowing that spring follows winter.
Brendan wanted to make love to his mother more than he had ever imagined possible, but his desire for her to want him was much more important. He shifted, so they were no longer touching, and put up both hands before he could be tempted by her sexy mouth and enticing body.
Caroline stared at him in silence, as if trying to make sense of a puzzle whose pieces just didn't fit. The room grew unnaturally quiet. She wrapped her arms timidly around his waist feeling his strong arms embrace her, she consumed his heat.
