1 comments/ 22665 views/ 4 favorites Earth Mother By: tonidelasalle Naomi and I had decided to vacation a little different this time. We drove out to Flagstaff, Arizona, and got a room for the week at a little motel outside of town. For two days, we didn't leave the room except for regular excursions by me to get food. I suppose that, after telling you that, I probably don't need to tell you that Naomi spent those two days mainly naked. I probably also don't need to tell you that she was a little sore after two days of almost constant sex. She's always been proud of the fact that she needs little rest after a session and can achieve multiple orgasms with astonishing regularity. Her vagina, breasts, and asshole had withstood several regular pleasurings from my tongue and fingers. She'd had a good time. Still, it's only natural that she would want a rest and, after those two days, I found her booting up the laptop to find us some interesting sights to take in the next day. She found an old Indian village nearby that we could tour and, after enduring a post-lunch screw, she showered (locking me out this time) and got dressed for our afternoon trek. We went out to the middle of nowhere, or as I like to call it, Bumfuck, Egypt, and "discovered" this village. Hey, if Columbus can "discover" a place where 20 million people live, I can "discover" a village of 200. We traipsed around, taking pictures and talking to tour guides. It was actually rather neat. We'd spent the better part of two hours there and Naomi came up to me, a twinkle in her eyes. "Hey, sexy, they're performing a fertility ritual tonight and the public's invited. Wanna watch?" The twinkle, not to mention her pert and erect nipples, told me that the idea made her quite horny. The unspoken promise of what I would get when we got back made me horny, too. Not that that's a great accomplishment, but still. "Sure!" I enthused. She hugged me, her hand brushing my crotch and lingering just long enough for me to get the idea. My dick lurched a little against her hand and she grinned by way of response. We went our separate ways and wandered about. She found me shortly thereafter and told me about a quiet place in the village that had just an awesome view. Not much of a twinkle there, so I knew she was really talking about the view, not me viewing awesome places on her. She took me by the hand and I followed. It wasn't long until we were away from the crowds. The view really was awesome, the painted desert reminding me of Southwestern art that I'd always loved. I put my arms around her and inhaled the scent of her hair, a smile crossing my face. She sighed contentedly and squeezed my arm against her. There was no hurry to our steps as we turned to walk away from the amazing vista. A movement in one of the buildings caught my eye and I stopped. Naomi had also seen it and said, "Hey, let's check it out." I was hesitant, but followed anyway. She entered the dark room and passed through it to an interior room. A heavy blanket was pushed out of the way by her small hand and we entered. The only light in the room came from candles that surrounded it. A woman sat in the center of the room, completely nude. I started to apologize for our intrusion, but Naomi's hand covered my mouth. I nodded because I felt it, too. We knew that we were meant to find her. She was huge. I mean, she had to weigh over 400 pounds, the mounds of her flesh stacked atop one another like rounded blocks. Her face betrayed the Indian heritage while her coloring argues for Mexican. Her thick, black hair was tied back in a rope whose end curled up on the blanket she sat on and rested beside her enormous ass. Her breasts were massive, each easily the size of my head, with huge brown nipples that stuck out as if in perpetual arousal. She sat cross-legged, her brown snatch hidden by a thick swatch of black pubic hair. Her thighs and calves were in proportion to the rest of her body. I would be lying if I told you that the idea of a woman of such a size didn't sicken me slightly. But, she was the exception. I found myself not only not sickened at the sight of her enormous nude figure, but very aroused. I looked over at Naomi and she nodded slightly. She pushed her t-shirt off over her head, exposing her own proud breasts to the cool air of the room. I knew the hardness of her nipples had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. She was just as turned on as I was. Naomi slid her shorts down to the floor and kicked off her flip-flops before sliding off her red thong panties. The enormous woman watched her silently as she strode over and kneeled down on the blanket. One large brown hand came up and they kissed, chastely. It wasn't the first time I'd seen Naomi kiss a woman, but it was the first time I'd seen her do it with a closed mouth, like how you would kiss your sister or your mother. Something about it made me totally hard and I reached down to unzip my beige shorts, releasing my full erection into the open air. Neither woman noticed as I undressed. They seemed content just to gaze into each other's eyes, Naomi's deep green to the woman's bottomless brown. I dropped the last of my clothing to the floor as Naomi bent to take one gargantuan breast into her mouth. As her lips encircled the engorged nipple, Naomi collapsed into the woman's spacious lap. There she was cradled like a baby, suckling mother's teat, her pale skin a stark contrast to the woman's dark hues. Her right arm around Naomi's shoulders, the woman started to rock back and forth while her left hand slid down Naomi's body to the vee between her thighs. Her fingers lazily traced through the short blond curls left after her bikini wax. Naomi continued to suck, moans of joy escaping from around that massive nipple while the woman stroked her. Naomi's legs spread wide and the woman's fat fingers spread her thick lips and began to fondle her distended clitoris. Naomi's head came away from that titanic breast and she gasped, a wordless cry of pure pleasure emitting from her. A second later, she returned to her suckling as the woman fingered her. Part of me wanted to rush upon them and fill my Naomi with my erection, then my seed. A stronger part of me commanded me to stay back and enjoy the spectacle, just as I had enjoyed the view of the desert before, a miracle that most would never behold. I watched the large woman's fingers, coated with Naomi's thick fluid, stroke her clit and plunge back into her well, freshening the fluids every few seconds. Naomi's hips rocked and the woman backed off, letting her settle down. She pushed one thick digit into Naomi's glistening opening, then another, finally a third. She stroked Naomi's g-spot with her fingers while her thumb focused on Naomi's glowing clit. Naomi's head again came away from that heavy breast and she screamed a cry of pure magnificent pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to last days, although it was only a few minutes. She shook and screamed, squealed and wept tears of unequaled happiness as she came, over and over again. The entire time, the woman continued to stroke her, inside and out, a small smile on her lips. Naomi came down from her heights and the woman slid her fingers out and wriggled them at me. Her smile was wide and her eyes were locked on mine. I pulled them away to watch Naomi slide from her lap and fall asleep, a content smile on her face. I looked back at the woman and knew nothing but unequivocal desire. She crooked one glistening finger at me, then rolled her back to me, pushing herself up to her knees and spreading her massive legs. Her pussy veritably glowed with her juices, the lips swollen and thick, the folds open to receive me. I had to fight not to run to her. I crossed the room slowly and fell to my knees behind her. I knew she was wet enough to accommodate an inordinately large erection, the biggest I'd ever had. The small quiet part of my brain questioned how long I would last inside of her. I pushed it into her and she grunted, a pleased sound that made me as happy as all of Naomi's cries of orgasm. As easily as she took me in, I half-expected her to be loose. But she was incredibly tight, not virgin-tight, but nearly so. It almost felt like I wore a condom, but I hadn't taken the time to put one on. I hadn't even brought one with me. For just a second, the craziness of the situation came through to me. Here I was, in the middle of nowhere, where an enormously fat woman had just fingered my girlfriend to a powerful orgasm and now I was balls-deep in the same woman, sans condom, not knowing whether or not she was on the pill. For all I knew, she had AIDS and was ovulating with a terrible case of crabs, genital warts, and gonorrhea. For a moment, I felt like pulling out, waking Naomi, and running away as fast as I could. Then, she moved. And I was transported to the shores of pleasure. For a brief second, I knew that this was how good it had felt for this enormous, beautiful woman to caress Naomi. I began to rock against her as she pushed back against me. Every motion was a reawakening of every pleasure center in my body. It seemed to last hours as I mindlessly pumped away, my erection pressing into her depths, then pulling out. We set a slow pace for our screwing and maintained it without thought. I could feel her clench me every time I pushed into her and release as I drew away. The sensation finally too much, I plunged into her and she moaned. Lights exploded in my head and I think I lost consciousness as my semen flowed like a river into her waiting womb. The slick walls of that wondrously-tight vagina massaged my spasming member, milking it into her warm channel. I almost passed out, tears flowing down my face as I laid my head on her back. My dick stayed in her for a long while before I started to soften. When I did, a soft "plop" announced that I had slid out of her warmth. The tears started anew for a second and I worried that the most magnificent experience I had ever had would be ruined by this melancholy that had settled on me. When I felt her begin to rise, I sat up straight. She turned and hugged me, then kissed me chastely on the mouth. She nodded at Naomi's still-sleeping form and I nodded to her, leaning forward to get another kiss, longer this time, but still chaste. I laid down behind Naomi and put my arm around her. She wiggled her body as close to mine as she could, still asleep. I smiled and pillowed my head on my arm, suddenly overcome by a leaden desire to sleep. We were alone when I awoke, the oversize blanket wrapped around us. Naomi woke up then, too, looking around at our surroundings. I pushed the blanket off of us and we sat up, looking at each other, her green eyes sparkling in the candlelight, my blue eyes reflecting hers. Neither of us spoke and we leaned in together for a gentle kiss. Our mouths opened against each other but it was still a kiss of love, not of lust. We got up and gathered our clothes, dressing in comfortable silence. We strode out of the dark room, her hand reaching for mine and our fingers interlacing. We walked back to the busy part of the village as the sun was setting. The docent was just starting to describe the rituals attached to the Earth Mother, talking about her mysterious appearances and disappearances. Naomi and I just smiled at each other, sure of our shared experience. For the woman the docent described was our lover. Earth Mother This is my entry in the Earth Day Story Contest. It is a story meant to honor all forms of love, but beware, it is also about erotic love between a son and his mother. It is your free will to read or peek. Happy Spring~~~~ After all that has happened, I've almost forgotten how I came to be in the right place and the right time for my mother to become my true desire...and my lover. Never was there a time in my life when I didn't dearly love her. But with this we went through a rip in the fabric of our lives together, and well, it wasn't ever going to be the same again. ********************************** I had left for work on a Sunday afternoon. The bright yellow Forsythia bush next to our driveway was in full gala, but blocking my view. There were kids out in the streets again, shooting hoops and playing around. I drove through our neighborhood taking in the nice late sunshine, glad the days were lengthening after another long winter. I was ready to immerse myself in the bustle of our very popular restaurant, me being part of the wait staff there making fabulous, well earned money. It was good to put St. Pat's and Easter behind, with their specific kinds of craziness and crowds, and I looked forward to the summer tourists, their casual vacation attitudes and their wallets. But upon arrival I realized that I had made an error in writing down my schedule, and lo and behold, I had an unexpected night off. I wasn't too disappointed and since I was already downtown, I strolled out into the beautiful spring evening and on over to a bar that I liked where you could sit outside. There was a blush of pink in the West and the air smelled great. But right away as I approached the outdoor patio, I spied a small group, including my old girlfriend, and I wasn't into that scene. So on to the next few spots...and several drinks later, I decided to save my money and headed home. I lived in the daylight basement apartment of my family's old house, which was my mom's now, after our dad had split many years ago. My sister actually lived here, too, but was away for a business conference back east. When I pulled into the driveway, I couldn't help but notice a beautiful brand new Camaro out by the curb. My mom probably had company, so I walked down around to the side stairs and came in that way. Maybe she would have a little fun for a change, I was thinking...she sure deserved it. Unless she was with a girlfriend, but somehow I had a feeling this was a date. I was getting myself a beer from the fridge when a carton of milk tipped out of the door and managed to soak my crotch and legs. Damn. I hated to have the sticky milk on my skin all night, so after getting out of that mess, I threw on my sweats, tip-toed upstairs and snuck into the bathroom for a quick shower. We lived in an older model, split level house. It was rather retro and spread out into many rooms. It had a pretty nice view of the city, too. There weren't enough bathrooms, but we were a small family unit these days and got by. The hot steamy water felt good, even though I hadn't even broken a sweat that night so far. I was feeling that usual combination of lonely and horny, since my girlfriend had ditched me a few months back. I jerked off twice a day whether I was in a relationship or not, though, often while in the shower if my mom was off at work. But tonight, she was probably right in the next room, her bedroom. As I started to think about that I was getting an erection. My mom might be getting laid. It was sort of an arousing thought, but still I wasn't sure how I felt about it. She was a very beautiful woman, inside and out. I thought she was very sexy, and so did all of my friends, but I had never gone there...not even in my fantasies. We had always been very close and had always gotten along, no fights. I turned off the water and got out, standing in the steam, still sporting a semi erection. I had the radio on very low, but I turned it off and stood there listening. I was still fairly horny. There were soft voices coming from her room and it sounded like they might be having sex because the bed squeaked, and I was so lit up now that my senses were heightened. I was very curious and practically stopped breathing so I could listen. I heard a man's voice but couldn't make out any words. I was by far too curious, and strangely aroused now, to stop myself from what I did next. I turned out the bathroom lights and slowly cracked the door ajar. There was a small hall of closets separating me from my mother's room, but the smell of sex reached me on the cooler flow of air and I quietly breathed the luring scent. I inched closer to the faint glow of the bedroom and as I stole a peek, there they were on her bed. He was mounting her doggy style and as I watched, my mother braced her ass as he rammed into her pussy over and over. She was so lovely; an angle I had never seen of my mom before and her pussy was wet and stuffed with the stranger's pounding cock. It was all I could do to not gasp, but I had started to stroke my own stiffly aching erection as I watched them fuck and sweat, while I steamed and grew more turned on from my dark corner. I was really hard now, and also glad that my mother had her face buried in the sheets while she got humped over and over, the guy's balls slapping her every time he sunk his dick. Slap, slap. He held her roughly, and I didn't detect any tenderness in this fuck at all. It was almost brutal and just as it about seemed too much, he grunted something I couldn't understand and it ended. He pulled out of her and faced away from me, thank god, got up off of her, reached down beside the bed and grabbed his clothes. My mom was quietly breathing in big heavy draws but stayed on her stomach. Then to my shock, the dude just walked out of the room. I listened and heard the front door slam shut a few seconds later, and then his car roared to life and he was gone in his hot car. I stayed there feeling rotten for my mom, and soon she rolled over onto her back and lay there in the dim candle light. I couldn't see her face, but I felt that she may have been crying. But she spread her legs a bit and felt herself between them, and I watched her graceful fingers stroke her inner thighs and move to her soft mound, parting her soft wet vulva lips and slipping her fingertips around her pussy. As she touched herself my erection renewed itself fully. I was mesmerized by her need and the way she started to move. She had been abandoned by her lover before she had been satisfied and her engorged pussy begged out for touch, its pink folds entrancing me as her hand fondled what I seemed to be wanting. But what she needed, as well, was tenderness and love. At least that was what I was feeling, along with a growing lust for my own mother. Her beauty was like a Goddess, a sexy, sexy Earth Mother, and her needs (and mine) were taking over all control I had ever had. The next thing I did changed everything in our lives forever. I moved into the room and the light, and my mom's view. Her eyes were open and only slightly widened as I slowly approached her on the bed. I came up to the edge, and though my pounding heart was smiling, the look in my eyes was serious as I took her ankles and spread her legs further apart so I could climb between them. She remained silent and let me raise her legs slightly, as I was compelled to do. I know she had seen my enormous erection. I bent and put my lips to her and kissed. Kissing and teasing her slowly, I could feel her let go and give herself more. I slipped my tongue just a little into her and she let out a slight gasp, but met me with a small offering push, as I began to taste her delicious lips, parting her woman cave with my tongue. I can't describe how erotic this was, how aroused this made me, except that my cock felt twice as large as ever before and it was throbbing with desire for the beautiful woman in my power. That she was my mother, the person I loved more than anyone on earth and who had given me life, only made the need more urgent somehow. And this was added to by the absolute strangeness and forbidden quality to the whole magical event. I tasted the remains of the man who had hurt her as I cleaned her sweet pussy with my administering, receiving murmurs and purrs from her, as she began to give herself more and more openly. And as we continued to grow in heat and passion, I knew that the ultimate was yet to come and it was almost enough to make me lose control at the thought. But I penetrated her first with my fingers, as my tongue shared the fun of pleasuring this sweet wonder in bed with me. I licked her stiffening clitoris lightly with the tip of my most sensitive muscle over and over, getting quicker and quicker, as she raised her hips for more and started to writhe beneath me. It was so delicious to taste her juices, now slippery on my face and chin, teasing her in the most tortuous ways. My finger would reach into her as she squeezed in reaction, tempting my cock to take over. My mother wanted me inside her. I gently sucked on her clit, her wonderful beacon of sensation, loving how it felt to bring her to ecstasy, knowing how close she was. Then I rose up above her, pausing only enough in wonder at what we were about to do in so much heat and desire, and love. She murmured, "Yes," and my big head poked between her lips and I drove home my cock. She was tight, yet received me, and wrapped her legs around me as I buried myself into her over and over again. She was softly kissing my neck and saying my name. She knew she was mine now, as I had once been hers, her babe. We were making love in a tender and still a needful way and soon I could feel her nails dig into my back as she pushed even harder to meet my thrusts. She came, cooing the name she had given me in my ear, as I came with her. My release was almost violent, but I rode my mother's body without holding back and returned her love, sending my seed deep into her for what seemed like forever. We clung tightly to each other for some long minutes, then I looked almost fearfully into her face and saw a radiant smile spread over it. Sighing, I kissed her, a kiss much different from any between us before. I never wanted to leave her arms again, and I knew that things would change once we drew our bodies apart. What would happen from here out I didn't care to ponder...if only this moment could last forever, like the old songs said. We knew we had crossed some line and the future felt different somehow. After a while I had to move my arm. My mother's long hair was softly draped across my chest and as we began to untangle ourselves slightly, I began to wonder again what to do next. Not only on the grand scale, but in the immediate future. I sensed that a lot could hang on these moments, and I pulled her against me and we hugged full body, breathing together. As she clung gently to my form, her nipples softly pressing into me, I began to feel my blood move. I turned her face up to mine and kissed her with open eyes. She returned the honesty with her own, and as I pressed my hardness against her, she involuntarily rolled her eyes back softly as her lids drooped, and when I pressed harder she made a sound between a sigh and a groan, I think. But then she took me in again as she said my name. And I forgot any fears as I began to get deeper and deeper into the place of all love. No one can fuck home; no one can fuck their mother. But it was possible, and it was home. It was too close to being in myself to describe. It was a force that once tapped, was unstoppable. We were a perfect fit, even though I was so much larger than her. We matched. And she kept taking my love, my only last gift possible to give. I needed her and she received, bracing for the force I was serving her. She kept the most serene smile, until I made her turn halfway, and my cock went so deep that she screamed my name, believe me, like I had never heard her before. She panted and pushed to meet me, as we contacted deep inside of her, and I held it there. She said, "That is the spot. You're hitting my spot. Oh, push me around the room if you must, but keep hitting that spot!" And she was mine completely, as I felt her orgasm spreading through her. She began to pull and push me, squeezing my ready prick...as it began to convulse inside her, my mother, my goddess, once again sending volleys of hot thick juice, filling her...and pumping my cock in ecstasy until at last we slowed to a panting heap. I was beginning to think we could do anything. I was venturing into the zone of no return, and it drove my lust and my heart to let go, and I started imagining and wondering if we would be as all lovers and do everything. I wanted to cherish every inch of her beautiful giving body. That I had been the receiver of her gifts made me feel both humble and powerful. She was the True Mother, of not only me, but the great Gaia, mother of our home, our planet...and I was her lover, as well as her child. All things on Earth ran on these gifts, this raging life force that drove the urge, the irresistible need to join the two, to seed the womb. The mother who gives and receives. I squeezed her to me, feeling the immense love and acceptance emanating from her. No one loved me more, or ever had. I shyly felt between her hot thighs, to where my messy lusty outburst was now flowing out of her. Was I ever going to be able to stop? For even as we rested, out of breath, my loins were rising and pressing into her side. I wrapped a leg over her and sought out her face. I found tears on her cheeks, but a sweet smile lived there, too. Though wet, her blue eyes invited me to relax and be ok. And as I put my lips to her neck, she responded by pulling me into a long kiss. I felt myself getting hard as a young buck, and the kiss became a slide as we slid into heat and passion once again. My lover opened her legs for me and I readily entered her deeply. We were in need of one more match, as if we feared it might never happen again, I don't know. She met my thrusts, like we were meant for each other's rhythm, as if my energy was the perfect current for her grid. I found I was grinning as I grunted and reached my bursting point and saw my mother smiling back into my face with sparking eyes through slitted lids. Then she rolled them back in her head, closed them, and shivered all over...cumming and convulsively squeezing my happy, happy cock. ********************************** Since that night we have never been apart in the bedroom. The question as to whether we will do everything lovers do is being answered day by day. I know that my hottest desire was brought to a head the very next night when my painfully hard erection was alternately soothed and teased to the greatest orgasm of my twenty-six years by my mother's lips, tongue and throat. My sister surprised us by bringing home a new fiancee from her trip, and moved out the next day. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not, as for leaving us forbidden lovers alone. But it is Spring, life is renewing, and the world of possibilities is fertile. Earth Mother Gaia wandered through the dense forest. Her trees greeted her with their songs as the winds whipped through their branches. Her bare feet made no sound as it tenderly crushed the thick bed of dead and decomposing leaves from autumn. Her hand softly caressed an ancient oak that rose from the rich soil. She felt its life force coursing through the trunk as surely as any human could feel a pulse. This was her world. Spring had come once more and with it the life that she gave to all things. Life she had been giving for millennia. For eternity it seemed. She was Gaia. Tlaltechutli. Mother Earth. And hundreds of other names. She felt ancient, tired, and as old as her world itself. No matter how much she gave, it was never enough. Not anymore. These humans had become nothing more than a hoard of locust devouring all that she had built through the ages. Cutting down trees that had lived through hundreds or sometimes thousands of springs. Polluting the waters of her streams, lakes and oceans with their castoffs, trash and deadly chemicals. She, who had given them all that they had needed, had been cast aside in favour of gods. Male gods. Mere mortals, whose lives and works lasted but a brief season only to be swallowed in death. Yet she was forgotten. Her works discounted. Her never-ending gifts of spring taken for granted. The earth would always be there for man. Always provide what he needed. Always be his to command. A tear slipped from Gaia's green eyes; eyes as green as the moss that covered the north side of that great tree. Her golden brown hand caressed it tenderly like a mother with her new born babe. Her deep burnished red hair as thick and soft as the red clay earth itself fell about her face, hiding its celestial beauty for the moment as she contemplated it all. Something must be done about man. Something to stop him before he destroyed all that she had created. Something to restore the balance. She felt the tightness in her throat as the resolve welled up in her belly like magma collecting beneath a volcano. Death and destruction never came easy to her. But sometimes they were necessary. To restore balance. And she feared this was one of those times. Her mind filed through the options. The earth was such a delicate eco-system. There were literally hundreds if not thousands of ways that she could tip the scales, bringing famine, pestilence and disease. Putting the pitiful humans back in their place and giving her other creations a chance to flourish once more. But all that would wait for a bit longer. She caressed her fecund belly as she embraced the first pains of her labour that was to come. Another spring, another blessed babe to grow and bring forth her mother's will. She gritted her teeth as another much stronger contractions gripped her body. This one knocked the air from her lungs and doubled her in pain. She fought to remain on her feet, to make it to the small cave that would provide her with the shelter and protection she needed to give birth to this new life. But each step seemed to be greeted with more pain. She felt her strength begin to drain as it did each winter as her green fields gave way to colourful leaves and eventually its winter coat of white that nourished and revived the frozen earth beneath it. Gaia fought through the deep haze of pain. This was unlike anything she had ever felt. Unnatural. She struggled to breathe as a pain sliced through her abdomen like a knife. She felt a warm trickle down her leg. She looked down expecting to see the clear fluid of her waters breaking, but instead she saw the deep red of her blood as it pooled at her feet and mixed with the decaying leaves and dark brown soil. She would have screamed but lacked the energy to do even that as she sank slowly to the ground beneath the great oak of time. She focused all her remaining energy upon only one thing...the babe. She gathered all her strength and pushed as hard as she could. She felt her body rip almost in two with the force of the contraction. But she also felt the relief that always came as her babe slipped from her body. The quiet forest was pierced with the robust shrill of the angry infant as Gaia reached between her bloody thighs to lift the child to her breast. She collapsed back against the trunk of the oak as the babe latched on to her pink nipple. She winced in pain as the child seemed to almost bite at her flesh. She looked down at the child she held. Its head was covered in the blackest of hair. Its skin was a couple of shades darker than her own golden brown, almost the brown of autumn leaves. But it was the depths of its black eyes that seemed to absorb all light that stole the last of her breathe. *** The babe transformed. She grew and aged with each suckle of milk from her dying mother's breast. Until she was a young woman. A breath-taking beauty with long black hair that fell to the small of her back, just above the gentle swell of her perfect heart-shaped bottom. She released the still warm nipple of her mother's breast as she listened to the last slow beat of the goddess's tender heart. She stretched and looked into the vacant green eyes of her mother. With as much compassion as she was capable of, she lowered the eyelids. Her long fingers with sharp nails caressed the sot flesh that was rapidly cooling in the waning light of early spring. "I am sorry, mother. You were much too soft. Your compassion would have never allowed you to do what must be done now." With something that would almost approximate a smile, she turned her back on the corpse that was already decaying and returning to the earth of which it was born. She stretched out her arms, lifting her perk breasts with their dark brown nipples towards the skies. "Earth, water and skies, hear me now. I am Kālī. Your mistress. The time has come. Death and destruction to all who fail to worship us." The young woman walked gracefully through the forest. Each step she took left scorched earth in her footsteps as the last of the flesh decayed from the bones of Gaia.