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The River of Love

By: Starlight



"We can manage it on our own," Juliet said eagerly. She was right. Of course we could manage it. Ever since I was about nine years old mother and I had taken annual trips on the river in a houseboat. True, we had always gone on these jaunts with Uncle Ted and Aunt Margareta, and that was the problem concerning the upcoming trip.

Uncle Ted's father had died, so he and my Aunt had to go north for the funeral, and to wind up business affairs. The houseboat had been booked and the deposit paid. The question was, would mother and I go on our own? We could certainly physically handle the boat and mother was as always very enthusiastic about our river vacation. 

She was, perhaps, somewhat more ardent about our taking this trip than usual. I was less zealous. The thought of two weeks alone with mother on a houseboat, travelling a particularly remote part of the Great River, somehow disturbed me. It was as if the prospect stirred in me those feelings, those longings that the conscious mind managed to repress. At this point, I could not identify what it was that caused me to hesitate about the trip. There was simply a slight feeling of apprehension. 

I looked up at mother and saw her beautiful but strange gray-green eyes fixed on me. Ever since I was a child, I had ambivalent feelings about those eyes. They had a hypnotic quality about them. It was as if she could read one's thoughts. On the one hand I loved to look into them, yet at the same time feared what she would see in me. Looking back, I wonder if she could read those desires that I myself could not or would not acknowledge.

I should explain that at the time I was twenty years old. Mother, whom I usually called by her name, Juliet, was thirty-six. My birth was the result of a little bit of sexual experimentation with an older boy at the same school when my mother was a young high school student. 

I have never known, nor have I sought to know, who my father is. I gather that his family must have been well heeled, as money continued to be paid to my mother until the time I began my working life.

Juliet, as I shall now call her, was offered and refused an abortion. She was equally adamant about my being adopted out after my birth. The upshot was, my grandparents undertook my upbringing for the first years of my life, while Juliet continued to study. I have learned that during my first year she did breast feed me. 

At that time, she was more like an older sister than a mother. When I was about five years old, Juliet began to take on more and more of the mothering role. When I was eight years of age, she had graduated as an accountant, and we moved into a place of our own. From then on, she accepted sole responsibility for my upbringing, but the older sister aspect of our relationship continued.

As I entered puberty, and became more intensely aware of myself as a sexual being, I did wonder from time to time how and when Juliet might have any sexual relationships. I had never been subjected to any visiting or resident "uncles." If Juliet did engage in sexual activity, she kept it well out of sight and sound from me. I must confess that I was not equally circumspect in my sexual behaviour, and Juliet must have had more than inkling, concerning my love life.

Our relationship as mother/sister and son/brother, was a very close one. I loved Juliet deeply, and knew that the feeling was reciprocated. From childhood right through my teenage years, I was always very proud to have such a young mother. When I brought home friends from high school, I was amused to see them staring with a mixture of wonder and desire at my very attractive mother.

At the time that the upcoming river trip had been arranged, I had decided for two reasons that it would probably be my last trip. First, at twenty the idea of a family holiday no longer appealed. I wanted to be a free spirit. Second, it meant two weeks of sexual abstinence, as I would be cut off for two weeks from my usual sex partners. Consequently, when I first heard that my aunt and uncle would not be able to come on the trip, I thought, with a little relief, that it would be called off.

Now Juliet's eagerness for the trip made me a little ashamed at my own lack of enthusiasm. With her penetrating eyes upon me, and my sense of churlishness to make me feel guilty, I finally agreed we should go.

Our trip began on a Saturday morning. The town from which we left was the last of the closely inhabited countryside. From the north of the town and for the next one hundred and sixty kilometres, the river flowed through sparsely inhabited country, its banks lined with ancient gum trees, and young stands of trees grown up since the last great flood. 

One could be very isolated here in an environment that seemed as old as time itself, the only contact with the outside world being one of the five locks that were between our starting point and the next town north. It was necessary for us to take at least one week's food supplies with us.

Sitting at the steering console of the boat, I could faintly hear the thump of the diesel motor, which only occasionally intruded more loudly when the stern door of the main cabin was opened. We cruised up stream at about eight kilometres an hour, and down stream at nine kilometres an hour. 

The main cabin of the boat consisted of three bedrooms, two with double beds and one with a pair of bunks, and the main area that combined the steering console, kitchen and dining areas. In addition, there were fairly spacious fore and after decks, the after deck being used for fishing and with a ladder that dropped into the water for swimmers.

After a couple of hours we had left the inhabited areas well behind. While I steered the boat, Juliet had been tidying away our supplies and making preliminary preparations for the evening meal. We had left the town at midday, and it was our custom to stop traveling at around three in the afternoon. This gave us time to swim, go for a walk in the forest that lined the banks, or try our luck at fishing. 

Her immediate tasks completed, Juliet came to stand beside me at the console. I was seated and this brought her breasts level with my face. This must have happened many times before on previous trips, but for the first time, I was intensely aware of their beauty. She wore no bra, and needed none. Her breasts moved in that lithe, sensuous way they are prone to when unbridled. 

Her closeness enabled me to catch the fragrance of her body. Ever since childhood this had fascinated and delighted me. I had never known Juliet to use perfume or deodorant. Her delicious body aroma came from a brand of soap she used, and which gave her an antiseptic smell. This was only slight, but conveyed a sense of cleanliness. As a child, I used to hug close to her just to catch that lovely odour. Now, whilst being reminded of those earlier days, I found a new dimension added as I felt a stirring in my groin.

I sought to suppress the feelings that were starting to well up within me, reminding myself that Juliet was, after all, my mother, however young and ravishing she might be. I tried to distract myself by pointing out features of the landscape we were passing through. My attempt sounded forced and artificial to my ears.

Fortunately, just as my penis began to harden inside my shorts, Juliet pointed out a small group of kangaroos standing close to the river. If this did not do very much to diminish my embarrassing physical problem, it at least meant that Juliet's attention was elsewhere, and would not perhaps notice my growing predicament.

As we went round a bend in the river the kangaroos passed out of sight. Fortunately Juliet decided to do some more stowing away, and with the comment, "I suppose we should be thinking about pulling in soon," she left my side.

I began to look out for a suitable spot to take the boat in. For those who do not know these boats on our river, I should briefly explain their design.

They are built on two pontoons and are rectangular in shape, being longer than they are broad. The method of tying them up is to take the boat bow first into the bank until the pontoons either touch the bank, or ground on the riverbed. The boat is then tied with four ropes, the up stream stern rope first, to hold the boat against the stream, thus:

Partially distracted from my sexual arousal, I shortly found a suitable spot for the boat and began to run in towards the bank. Juliet stood by with the upstream stern rope, and as soon as we touched the bank she leaped off and secured the rope to a gnarled old man gum tree. As the rope tightened, I put the engine into neutral and joined Juliet in tying the other ropes. This done I went aboard and cut the motor.

We were engulfed by silence. There is something mysterious and age-old in the silence of our bush. Some people are frightened when they first experience it; some have even been driven mad. One can believe that the ghosts of the ancient people of this continent still hunt across the plains and through the forests, and for those who like myself, love this land, the primal passions can begin to emerge. The thin layer of so-called "civilisation" falls away, and a more primitive self emerges.

Juliet and I stood listening. The distant sound of a tree branch falling. The soft rustle of a creature moving in the bush. What sounded like the thump of a kangaroo bounding away from us.

It was as if we stood amid the first sounds of Eden, but suddenly Juliet whispered, "Look, David." She pointed, and I saw a snake slithering into the river and begin to undulate its way to the other bank.

I thought: "Yes, there is always a snake in Paradise."

"Time for us to take a swim as well," Juliet laughed, and we went on board and down to the stern.

I lowered the short swimming ladder as Juliet undressed. When I turned, she was standing naked before me.

We had always swum nude on our river trips so I had seen her naked beauty many times before. Yet never before had her female loveliness so overwhelmed me. 

On previous occasions, there had always been uncle and aunt with us, and their presence somehow distracted me from what now struck me so powerfully. Now, looking at Juliet, it was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Her penetrating eyes looking past me at that moment, the chestnut coloured hair falling in natural waves to her shoulders. The full mouth, large firm breasts with erect nipples, long shapely legs with the triangle of pubic hair at the top of her thighs, and through the hair could be seen a firmly cleft vagina.

I was utterly confounded. My penis began to rise again, and to cover my confusion I dived into the river. As my head came above the water, I saw Juliet climbing down the swimming ladder. Her back was towards me, and I saw her firm high buttocks. She dropped laughing into the water and swam away.

I splashed around for a while, but realised I should have to get out of the water before Juliet. My erection was still hard and aching. I could not bear her to see the feelings she was arousing in me.

I climbed the ladder and fled to my cabin. After drying myself, I pulled on my shorts and tried to arrange my genitals so they would not show. It was not very successful.

I decided to try my luck at fishing. As I set up my rod Juliet came up the ladder. I tried not to look, but it did not help it because Juliet came over to me and looked over my shoulder. One breast was brushing against my bare shoulder. "How could I have thought this was Paradise," I thought, it's hell.

"Going to try fishing?" Juliet asked. "I tried to answer, but it felt as if there was a lump in my throat, and all I managed was a croaking, "Yes." 

"I'm going for a walk," Juliet went on, and disappeared into her cabin and a few minutes later she stepped ashore. I saw her start her walk along the bank and disappear among the trees.

Alone, I tried to come to terms with my wild emotions. I told myself over and over again, "She's your mother, not some girl at college. You can't feel like this about her." But I did feel that way.

Finally, I gave in and went to my cabin to masturbate. It provided some relief, but the thought, the desire, was still there.

I returned to my fishing just as Juliet came back on board and began the final preparations for the evening meal. My fishing to that point had been even less successful than my attempts to get sex and Juliet out of my mind. She called to me that the meal was ready, and with a feeling of trepidation, I went in.

Juliet had changed into a simple dress that hung loosely from her. It might have concealed her body and given me some peace, but instead it hardened me once more, for the dress seemed to hang from the points of her breasts in such a tantalizing way, that it sent the imagination raging.

The meal was eaten in what for us, was an unusual silence. I tried not to look at Juliet, but I was aware that from time to time her piercing blue-gray eyes were focused on me, and seemed to burn into my soul. "Oh God," I thought, "she knows what I'm thinking and feeling."

I struggled to eat the food, my stomach felt so knotted. As soon as the meal was over, I hastened to clear up so as to keep myself busy. Yet before us stretched the evening. I knew what must follow.

Ever since I was a child, Juliet and I had played our favourite game, Scrabble. Even without discussion, while I washed up, Juliet got out the board and tiles. Normally we would have played two, perhaps three, games. On this night Juliet brought me blessed relief when she said after the first game, "I feel tired, I think I'll go to bed."

I quickly agreed, and while Juliet went off for her shower, I cleared away the game and tidied up. As I finished Juliet came out of the shower room and called out that I could use it. I turned to see her coming along the passage naked. As if this were not agony enough, she came, and kissing me, said, "Goodnight, darling." The turmoil roared within me.

Hoping to give myself sufficient ease to at least get to sleep, I masturbated in the shower. It helped not at all. I lay awake trying to come to terms with the hopeless mess I felt myself to be. I wanted to flee, to leave the boat and go I knew not where. The thought of two weeks of this torment was almost beyond bearing, yet I must stay.

I masturbated again, and thus managing to gain some relaxation, I finally got to sleep.

Juliet gently shaking me awakened me. "Come on, darling, it's time we were on the move."

I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to face the coming day, knowing what the nearness of Juliet, and the isolation we were penetrating into, would mean for me emotionally. Yet arise I must.

Breakfast was eaten in silence, and now I could feel a tension between us. Juliet, like me, seemed to be avoiding eye contact. I thought, "She knows how I feel, and now she is disgusted."

After breakfast, Juliet started the motor while I untied the boat, and then we headed upstream once more.

We were passing through beautiful scenery, but sadly, I was in no mood to enjoy it. Juliet too seemed preoccupied. After spending an hour at the wheel, she handed over to me, and sat on the foredeck seemingly lost in thought. After another hour had passed she took the wheel again, and so the day passed. Both of us seemed to be locked into our own thoughts.

Again, around three in the afternoon we pulled into the bank. We swam, and afterwards I tried fishing, but neither of us seemed to have any desire to do anything. It all seemed to be impossibly wretched, and I began to think I would try to discuss with Juliet turning back and going home.

I didn't carry out this thought because at the evening meal I was once more overwhelmed.

Juliet took a late afternoon shower, and I followed suit. When I returned to the dining area, I was stunned. The table was laid as if we were in an expensive restaurant. White cloth, napkins, cutlery laid out and two candles burning in the evening dusk. Above all, was Juliet's dress. 

She had on a diaphanous sari, through which one could catch tantalising glimpses of her breasts and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. I thought my mind would explode.

"Do you like my dress?" she asked. "I got it especially for our trip."

I struggled to reply, but finally managed to get out, "It's beautiful, mother."

Almost immediately, I realised that I had called her "Mother" for the first time in years. I think she also recognised this and smiled.

The elegance of the meal was, I am sorry to say, wasted on me. What I feasted on was this lovely woman sitting opposite me. She was no longer silent, but I was unable to respond to her attempts at conversation. Yet, those attempts were not easy for her. I could hear the nervous strain in her voice.

There was no game of Scrabble that evening. Instead, Juliet suggested that we relax with some music. Knowing I would be unable to concentrate on the game, I readily agreed to her suggestion. 

Using the boat's cassette player, she put on some of the Bach Brandenburg Concertos. Whilst some might think of these as an intellectual exercise in music appreciation, for me, unfortunately, they have always been very sensuous works, and I am sure Juliet knew this. They did nothing to relieve sexual stress.

After an hour of listening to the music in the gathering dark, I said I would go to bed. Juliet said she would stay up for a while.

Once more, there was no hope of easy or early sleep but eventually I dozed off. 

How long I slept for I am not sure, but I was awakened by a change in the weather. When I went to bed the weather had been calm and quiet, the water barely rippling. Now as I awoke, I realised that one of those sudden storms the river gives rise to, had come roaring in. 

The river acted as a sort of funnel for winds and seemed to increase their intensity. Now the boat was heaving and straining at its moorings, and I could hear rain pelting down on the cabin roof. I looked out of the window but in the blackness of the storm, I could see nothing. 

At this point, I thought I heard my name being called. I listened and heard it again, "David." I got out of bed, and wrapping a towel round my middle, I went out into the passage. It was dark, but I could see a light under the door of Juliet's cabin. The voice came again, "David."

I knocked on her door and she called, "Come in."

Entering I saw she was naked and kneeling on the bed beside the window.

"Darling," she said, "Could you close this window for me? It seems to be stuck, and the wind is blowing straight in."

This I could see for myself, as some lighter items had been blown around in the cabin.

Trying not to look at her, I went to the window. She was very close and I could smell the alluring fragrance of her body. I was intensely aware of her femaleness and her close proximity. The window was one of those that slide sideways, and it seemed to have become angled so it jammed. I wrestled with it for a moment, then it slipped sideways.

Still not looking at her, I said, "Okay?"

"Thank you, my love," she answered, and I made to leave her cabin.

I had just got to the door when above the noise of the raging storm, and in the faintest of whispers Juliet said, "Don't go, baby."

I was not sure if I had heard aright. I was startled because the term "Baby," had ceased to be used by her when I was ten years old, and I had protested.

I turned back, this time looking directly at her, and for the second time that evening called her "mother." "Yes, mother?" I asked in a whisper to match her own.

"I understand, darling," she said. "It's all right. There's nothing to fear." As she said this she moved from her kneeling position and stretched out on the bed. Her eyes were upon me, earnest yet anxious.

This was the turning point. If I interpreted the situation wrongly, I was in danger of destroying a relationship with one I loved dearly. My emotions raged, matching the storm that was beating against the boat, which now rocked violently. I wanted to speak or move, but I seemed to be paralysed both in speech and mobility, except that I swayed to the motion of the pitching and tossing boat. 


The River of Love



I stood, foolish and uncertain. Then Juliet took the initiative once again and reaching out her hand, she took mine. She drew me down to the bed beside her, and without preamble, she placed my hand between her thighs.

I was shocked. I could feel that her inner thighs were soaking wet. In my previous experiences with women, I had known their vaginas to become wet, but never had I known anything like Juliet's condition. "My God," I thought, "how did she get into this state."

Then I realised. All the time I had been agonising over my own sexual arousal, she had been going through the same struggle.

I heard her speaking, very soft and low. "Darling, I've wanted you for so long. I've tried, I've really fought against it, but I can't fight any more. Please, please my love. 

I let out a cry. There was no more doubt, no more hesitation. Juliet parted her legs and I came between them. Neither of us had the strength to wait. We had been frustrated too long. Juliet, as I learned later, had wanted me from the time I entered puberty. She had suffered far, far longer than I had.

There was no foreplay, no waiting. We were both too much overwhelmed by our desperate need for sexual release to hold back. The head of my penis approached her vagina. Her hand reached down to guide me into her.

As I penetrated her warm moist cleft, she gave a little squeal. Then another new sexual experience occurred. Juliet was very tight, but in addition, as I entered her, I felt my penis grasped as if in a vice. She has a powerful vaginal muscle, and not only did she grip me with this, but seemed to drag me into her deeper and deeper.

We were both so overwrought it was all over in a moment. Her little squeal was quickly followed by screams of ecstacy and my groans as I poured myself into her. The violence of the storm outside was now matched by the passionate intensity of our first sexual coupling. As the rain beat upon the cabin roof, I beat into Juliet as she tightened and relaxed her vagina in rhythm with my movements. Not only were we in fierce union with each other, but our encounter seemed to chime in with the ferocity of nature raging along the river. 

After I had ejaculated into her, I could not bring myself to withdraw. Again, we seemed to be in accord with nature. As we seemed to find a moment of peace and ease after the torments of our sexual yearnings, the storm began to subside. 

I lay within her warm, sweet womanhood until my penis grew erect once more. This time we lasted longer, our movements less furious. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling and speaking words of love and desire.

When it was over I eventually withdrew. I did so almost regretfully and completely out of accord with my usual post-coital behaviour. When I had ejaculated with other women, my desire was to get up, get dressed, and leave. Not so with Juliet.

It was as if I had drunk at an ever-flowing fountain of sweet water, and the very thirst it sought to quench, it in fact enhanced. She was the source to which I would ever long to return.

As I lay beside her, my arms round her, Juliet turned towards me, smiling. "I'm all sweaty, darling. What about a shower?"

We went and showered together. As I washed her breasts, I was reminded of the fact that so far I had not touched these delicious morsels. In fact, there had been no love play at all. I anxiously wondered if I was to be allowed this delight, or whether Juliet, having experienced me so far, would not wish to go further. My anxiety was soon laid to rest. 

I was not sure what was to happen next. As we left the shower room I made to enter my cabin, but Juliet said, "Won't you spend the night with me?" I needed no second biding. We came together twice more that night.

I woke in the morning to find Juliet had left the cabin. Lying there, I heard her singing in the kitchen. Looking out of the cabin window, I saw that the storm had gone and the sun was shining. The river surface was like glass, being broken only occasionally by a fish jumping for an insect.

I rose and went to her. She was wearing the dress that seemed to hang from her breasts, and as I came up behind her, I reached round and cupped them. Through the cloth, they felt firm and warm. She moved my hands away and turned to kiss me. As her soft lips touched mine they parted, and her tongue thrust into my mouth. I responded, and reached once more for a breast, my penis stiffening as I did so. 

Juliet ground her lower abdomen against me, rotating her hips. I could stand no more. I lifted her up and carried her back to the bed, took off her dress, and laying her down I came over her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth while my hand sought her clitoris.

Gently sucking her nipple while my finger rotated round her clitoris, Juliet began to squirm and cry out with those little squeals of delight that I had now come to recognise. She orgasmed before I had a chance to enter her, but she never the less parted her legs to receive me. 

This time Juliet did not flex her vaginal muscle round my penis, but lay quiet and relaxed, yet emanating a wonderful feeling of love.

I took her very slowly, stopping occasionally to smile at her and stroke her face and breasts, at which she gave forth with gentle little whimpers and saying, "I love you my darling, I love you so much." I emptied myself into her gently, speaking my own words of love and passion for her.

We lay for a long time just stroking and kissing each other, until Juliet rose and said, "Sweetheart, all this before breakfast. I think we'd better have some nourishment before we fade away."

She was right. I was amazed that I had been able to fill Juliet with my sperm so many times, and wondered how long I could go on like this. It had been five times now since we began in the middle of the night. I had heard that women could go on having sexual intercourse far more often than men could, so I wondered if I would be able to satisfy Juliet.

After breakfast, I went out onto the front deck. The whole world seemed to be made anew. I smelt the tang of the gum leaves and soil and the aroma of the river as if I were a child again, experiencing everything for the first time. I noticed the rustle of birds in the trees, and the gurgle of the river, and felt the wonder of being alive.

I began the procedures necessary before untying and setting off. As I did this Juliet said, " Don't let's go far today. Just travel for and hour or two, then tie up." I understood what this implied.

We set off and soon I was looking for another appropriate place to stop. I found one on the upstream side of a bend in the river with a beautiful sandbar. As I brought the boat to the bank the pontoons ground onto sand. We were in shallow water.

It was by then a very warm day, so as soon as we had tied up, we were ready for a swim. We retired to the stern and I lowered the ladder. We now wore no clothes around the boat, so we went straight down into the water. It was only just above waist deep below the stern so we splashed and swam out to deeper water and back again.

At one point as I stood up by the stern Juliet swam over to me and, wrapping her legs round my waist, began to kiss me. I responded, thrusting my tongue into her delicious mouth, and my penis rose.

Feeling this, Juliet slipped down so as to insert my organ into her, and we made love as I stood in the water and she moved herself up and down on me partially buoyed by the water and partially supported by me.

"Oh David, you've no idea how often in the past I've wanted to do this with you. Please make it last, darling," Juliet murmured in my ear.

My sperm count had apparently recovered a little but I managed to hold back from spurting into her for around ten minutes. When I finally came, Juliet kept up a constant love murmur in my ear, "Oh darling, sweetheart, I love you, I love you. Put it all in me, please…"

When I had finished she clung to me a little longer, then broke away and swam a few strokes. Turning she stood and looked at me. There was a question in those fascinating eyes, but I couldn't interpret it, and feared to ask. She gave a little sigh, returned to me, kissed me softly on the lips and climbed back onto the boat.

I splashed around for a bit longer, then returned to the boat. I noticed Juliet, having slipped on a dress, stepping off the bow to go for a walk. There always seems to be some jobs to be done around a boat, so I checked the water and oil levels in the engine and retied a couple of ropes that slackened. 

After a bit of general tidying up, I recalled I had observed a faulty light bulb on the canopy above the fore deck. There were a couple of spares in a cupboard, so getting one of them, I took one of the dining room chairs out, and standing on it, began the job of changing the bulb. It being an outside light the bulb had become weathered and was difficult to get out of its socket. As I was battling to get the bulb free, Juliet came back on board. She stood watching me for a moment, then came across to were I stood on the chair and took my penis into her hand. She stroked my organ for a while then taking the head into her mouth, she began to suck. I stood there, fascinated and delighted. After a few minutes, she began to slide my length further and further into her mouth, and as I shot my sperm, she began to swallow it. It was not a great amount that I ejaculated this time, and as I finished Juliet stepped back, looked at me and smiling asked, "Did you like that, my love?"

I admit that by this time I was feeling somewhat physically wobbly, although ecstatic, with all the sex I had been having. I did manage a smile, however, and expressed my enthusiasm appropriately.

I succeeded eventually in my bulb-changing task, and as it was by now around midday, we sat down to eat. Little was said during the meal, and as we finished Juliet said, "Why don't you have a bit of a sleep." I thought this a good idea, and headed for my cabin. As I did this Juliet called out, "Why don't we share the same cabin for the rest of the trip, darling? Use mine." I called back, "Righto," and lay down on her bed.

Juliet had cleared away the ruins of the previous night's passion, the sperm and her female fluids that had soaked the bed, and as lay on the fresh sheet, I went off into a half doze.

It is at such times, when the ego defences are down, that buried thoughts float to the surface. Things about ourselves that normally we strive not to acknowledge seem to take over our thoughts.

I had been experiencing the most intense sexual encounter of my life. Nothing in my sex life prior to this time had matched what I had been having with Juliet. Yet, our love making had been so intense, our need so demanding, we had barely touched the margins of sexual possibilities. A great sensual terrain lay open before us for exploration. 

Into the future we would…but was there a future? 

I might call her "Juliet." Our relationship might long have been more like young brother and older sister, but in fact, she is my mother. The thought floated through my head, "We are committing incest. We are breaking the law of the State, and the moral law."

Other thoughts drifted up from the depths. I had always loved her, but now that love had become something different. Or had it always been there since I became sexually active, but repressed? Had those other girls and women been my attempt to turn aside from my real sexual goal?

Now I had sucked on those breasts that had given me my first nourishment. I had penetrated that mysterious place wherein my life had begun, and through which I passed into the world. I had striven to impregnate the…Oh my God, I had sought to impregnate the womb that had been my own source of being…Yes, the snake was still there in the Garden.

I must have drifted off into a deeper sleep and was mercifully released from further semi-conscious reflection on my situation.

Juliet shaking me awakened me. "Wake up, darling, wake up, you've been dreaming."

"What…?" I mumbled.

"You were calling out, darling."

It was late afternoon, so I must have slept for two or three hours. I could recall my earlier semi-sleep reflections, but of my dreams, I had no knowledge.

Juliet, now naked again, sat beside me on the bed. "What is it, my love?" she asked. "Is it what we are doing that's bothering you? Is it because I'm your mother?"

"Yes," I answered bluntly.

"Look, David," she went on, "I'm having sex with you for two main reasons. First, I have denied myself a full sex life for years, and I need that sort of loving. Second, I want my sex life to be with a man I love and desire. You are that man. Tell me you don't love me, that you don't sexually desire me, and we stop. Can you tell me that?"

"No," I replied.

"We have many days to go on this trip, many days alone together. What we know of each other now would mean we would be in hell if we didn't give expression to our love. We should have to turn back, and probably be unable to live together again. Do you want that?"

"No, mother." My use of the word "mother" again, I don't think escaped our attention.

She looked at me with those eloquent eyes. I felt their power. She went on, "You are flesh of my flesh. I conceived you, nurtured you in my womb and nourished you at my breast. I am completely selfish where you are concerned. You are mine. I have loved you as a mother and a sister, and now I love you as a woman. From me you shall have all that a woman has to give, if you desire it. I have made my decision. You must make yours. I do not ask you to answer now, but some time before this trip ends, I want to know your wishes. For now, let us enjoy each other."

She ceased speaking. She had moved from sitting on the bed to lie beside me. Now she moved again and sat across me. "Love me, David," she murmured, and moved her sex organ up to my lips.

I needed no telling what was wanted. Indeed, I desired this myself. The circumstances of our loving had so far bypassed my giving her oral sex, but now, as she drew apart her outer lips with her fingers, I put my hands on her thighs and pulled her down.

I smelt and tasted her lovely femaleness, as her fluids of sexual arousal began to flow over my face. My tongue went first to her opening, seeking to penetrate her depths. Then I moved up to her clitoris and licked and bit it. She began to grind her vagina against my face and I heard her begin her shrill pre-orgasmic cries: "Oh God… no, no, I can't bear it… don't make me…please don't make me." Then as her orgasm struck her voice changed to a deeper note, "Yes, oh yes…yes…don't stop…make me…don't…" She finally screamed out aloud, and I felt her relax.

She withdrew from me and once more and lay beside me. I was now thoroughly aroused and I caressed and sucked her breasts. She drew away, then came down to take my penis into her mouth. This did not last long. I wanted…needed, to penetrate her. I flung her on her back and found her opening, thrusting into her, feeling the vice like grip of her vagina.

She had said, "You are mine." Now I asserted my own power. "She would be mine." She had said, "You are flesh of my flesh." Indeed, and we now would be one flesh. No one would have her body but me. I would take all her love and give her my all.

Afterwards we prepared a meal, and when we finished, we retired to bed once more.

In her orgasmic cries she had called upon God, but more likely what we were doing was of the devil. That night the devil received his dues.

Both of us were beside ourselves with love and lust. It was as if we both wanted the penetration of her womb, a return to my place of origin. Juliet cried out time and again, "Deeper, my love, deeper, I want all of you, every particle. And I thrust into her with all the power I could muster.

During that time of darkness, we gave full vent to our passion. Nothing was barred, and in the morning, I looked upon her poor body. Her neck and shoulders marked by my love bites, her lips and nipples bruised. Her vagina must have ached with the usage it had received.

Equally, my body was covered with her teeth marks, and my back torn by her fingernails. My penis was raw from her savage bites. Our mad passion was spent. Both of us lay exhausted. 

We slept.

I woke around midday. Leaving Juliet asleep, I rose and got myself something to eat. I went out on the stern to eat, watching the flow of the river. Pelicans stood in a row along the trunk of an old tree that had fallen into the water. Cormorants dived and ducks bobbed. I was a little troubled that we had lost almost two days of travelling, as we needed to reach the distant town upstream for fresh supplies, and normally this would have taken us at least six days starting from our present location.

When Juliet woke up, I discussed with her the situation, pointing out that we would have to increase our travelling hours, or return to base to re-supply. She immediately vetoed the return to base, and suggested that we travel the extra hours. She wanted us to travel even longer hours than I had proposed so that we would reach the town in at least four days, then make a slow journey back. On this, we finally agreed.

After the violence of our passion the previous night, there was now a feeling of reticence, of shyness, between us. Having exposed ourselves so violently to each other, we perhaps felt vulnerable. 

So far, it had been Juliet who had made most of the running. She had the courage to bring into the open what we had both desired. Now I felt that I must assert myself. We were still both naked, and I went to her and gently stroked her hair. It was now that the other aspect of love, the tenderness, the touching and holding, came to the fore.

I drew her gently back to the bedroom and lay her down. Very softly, I began kissing her. The forehead, the sweet dimples at the base of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulders, and the indent of her navel. I turned her over and kissed her anus.

"Take me there, if you want to, darling," she said. "But please, be very gentle."

"I will," I whispered. She had never had anal sex, and so in that sense she came to me as a virgin.

Juliet moved to give me the best access, lying on the bed with her legs over the side, feet on the floor.

I parted her buttocks to reveal her pink opening. Although her vagina was sore, she was still discharging her love fluids. I took some of this on my finger and lubricated her anus, then inserted the finger into her, slowly and carefully exploring her. She showed no signs of distress so I inserted a second finger. Still she seemed at ease.

"Come into me now, my love," she said softly. "But when I tell you, take me quickly."

I readied my shaft over her anus, then slowly slid it into her. It was even tighter than her vagina so I had to exert some pressure.

Suddenly she said loudly, "Now, my love."

I grasped her hips firmly and thrust with all my power into her. She shrieked with pain and I began to withdraw.

"No, darling," she gasped. "Stay in, but don't move until I say."

I stayed still in her, yet yearning to thrust into her again, to shoot my sperm into her.

I waited, then she said, "Move now, darling, but slowly."

I began to thrust in and out of her, slowly as she had asked, until she cried out, "Faster, darling, more, more." I spouted into her.

As I withdrew from her, I noticed some traces of blood on my penis. "You are bleeding, my love," I told her guiltily.

"It's all right, darling, I will heal," she replied. "Now you've taken me in every orifice. I am open to you for whatever you want in future."

Despite her words, I knew I must be careful with her for the next few days. Her vagina must have been sore, and her anus had its little wound. I thought I would not approach her for the next day or two. I had not taken Juliet's needs into account. 




The River of Love



We stayed moored for the rest of the day. I had thought I would return to my own cabin that night, but when it came time to go to bed, I could not bring myself to do this. It might hurt Juliet's feelings. But that night I made no move to have sexual contact with Juliet.

It must have been around one o'clock in the morning when I woke to feel Juliet gently massaging my penis. She saw I was awake, and leaning over me she smiled and said, "What is it, don't you want me any more." Then she kissed me tenderly.

"I don't want to hurt you, love," I said.

She gave a little tinkling laugh and said "There are still things we can do, like this," and she took my now throbbing penis into her mouth and sucked until I came.

When I had finished she said, "You'll sleep a lot better now, darling," and laughed again.

I slept, as she said, a lot better.

Next morning we began our dash for the town. Fortunately, the lockmasters were prompt in seeing us through their locks, and travelling at cruising speed, we made good progress.

Sexually we were very abstemious, having only one act of congress and that very gently because Juliet was still sore.

The following day we were held up for an hour at one of the locks, but still made good time. I worked out that we should reach the town fairly early the next day. We maintained our relatively moderate sexual interaction.

The next day we passed through our last lock and approached the town. The town was not actually on the main river we had been travelling, but on one that flowed into the main stream. So just beyond the lock we took the left branch and cruised into the town and tied up.

For the rest of the day, we went about getting our supplies, and in the evening, after putting on some "respectable" clothing, we dined out at a local restaurant. 

On returning to the boat and going to bed, we contented ourselves with one rather quiet sexual intercourse.

Next morning we began the return journey. Now we had time to spare, so needed only to travel short distances each day. This was just as well, as Juliet had now recovered and was eager to resume a more active sexual coupling with me. I also had built up my sperm count, and was very willing and able to service her needs.

We traveled, walked, swam and fished, and even managed a few games of scrabble, but above all, we loved, and as the days drew on and we got closer to the home base, the question of this love obtruded increasingly. What was to happen when we arrived home?

As I have already said, I have always loved my mother, but now that love had passed on to be the love and desire of a man for a woman. None of my previous sexual experiences had matched that which I had with Juliet. 

Given the amount of sexual contact we had had, it might be thought that the urgency might have diminished. Not so. Every sexual contact with Juliet only sharpened the appetite for more of her. As our last day on the boat approached, I knew we must discuss the future.

The discussion took place, not on the last night of our trip as I anticipated, but the night prior to this. It occurred in bed, shortly after we had made love. It was Juliet who opened the subject. She had timed it well, as I having just ejaculated into her, and she having had her orgasm, we were at the nadir of sexual arousal, and less likely to speak under the influence of immediate sexual desire.

She began by saying, "Darling, I'm going to ask you what you want in the future in relation to our sexual contact, but first, I'll tell you what I want."

I think she chose this approach so that I had something to respond to, and was less at risk of feeling let down if she did not agree with what I wanted.

"My love," she went on, "I know that in what we are doing we are offending against the law and morality, and many of our friends and relatives will be opposed. If they discover what has happened between us, we shall probably lose many of those friends. Never the less, I am prepared to risk that and much more, so that the relationship we have had on this trip can continue."

She paused for a moment, the went on, "What has happened in the past, the relationships we have had with others, and the manner of relationship that has existed between us as mother and son, now belong to the past as far as I am concerned. I love you; I love you very deeply. If it is your wish, from now on, I am your woman and you are my man. There will be no other. The practical details of our lives together we can discuss later. Now, I think, is the time to establish whether and how we live together in the future.

She ceased speaking and waited for me to respond. Images of the future whirled through my mind. The complications, the family quarrels and arguments, possible loss of friends and perhaps even legal battles. I felt the approach of a headache.

I had been lying on my back. I turned my head to look at her. I knew in that moment that there were only two realistic choices open to me. I could leave home, separating myself from Juliet, or I could stay and continue our sexual relationship. Knowing her now as I did, having experienced her as I had done on the trip, I could not live with her without there being sexual coupling with her. I think I would have gone out of my mind, having her so close and wanting her so badly.

I decided to try to take a middle course.

"Mother (again that strange slip), could we agree to try living together, still being lovers. If it doesn't work out, I can leave."

I was somewhat ashamed of my rather cowardly stance, especially in the face of her own bold declaration of her love and commitment. In the circumstances, Juliet took it rather well. Little did I realise how those circumstances would change in the near future.

She sighed and said, "All right, if that's the way you want it, but during this, what shall I call it? 'Trial period,' there is to be no other woman in your life. Is that agreed?"

It was no effort for me to agree with that. After what I had had with Juliet, I was not sure I could ever be satisfied with any other woman.

We did not make love again that night, but keeping the boat still well away from the town, we made very tender love several times the next day.

At first, when we returned home, no one knew or guessed what our relationship had become. The main difference that might have been noticed was that, as I no longer went out to meet girls, I was at home much more often.

About a month after our return home the crisis struck.

Lying in each other's arms just after we had finished making love, Juliet said quietly: "Darling, I think I'm going to have a baby."

Ridiculously, I was stunned. I had used no contraceptives, and had not asked whether Juliet was "safe." She had used nothing.

The amount of sexual intercourse we had had must have almost guaranteed that any fertile woman would have to get pregnant. 

"What are we going to do?" I stammered.

We had been lying in the dim light of a reading lamp, and as I looked at Juliet, I saw the glisten of tears in her eyes, and they began to roll down her cheeks.

"Aren't you even a little bit pleased?" she sobbed.

Being the stupid, immature fool that I was, I had not understood how vulnerable a woman is at such a time. Even in these days of the hard, self-reliant woman, at such a time a primitive instinct induces them to seek protection for themselves and the child within them. I had fallen down on the job at the first real difficulty. I hated myself for this.

I put my arm round her and asked, "You want to have this child, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she said fiercely, "I wanted you, didn't I? But if you don't want to be part of its life with me, you had better leave us."

I felt sick and ashamed, and tried to excuse myself. "I'm sorry, it was just that didn't expect this. I know I should have, but I didn't."

She softened. Touching my face with her hand she said, "You've been such a wonderful lover, I forget how young you are. Let's talk in the morning."

I slept fitfully that night.

By the morning, I had resolved what I would do. I found Juliet in the kitchen. I went to her, kissed and put my arms round her and said, "If this is what you want, I am with you. There will be no more talk or a 'trial period.' I shall stay with you until the day you tell me to go, and I shall acknowledge that I am the child's father wherever that is necessary. If I cannot be your legal husband, I shall be your partner."

Juliet sagged against me weeping and said, "Oh David, I needed you to say that."

We clung together, both of us crying.

The first to learn of Juliet's pregnancy were my uncle and aunt. On a visit to our house, they made an astonishing revelation. My aunt, taking it for granted that I was the father, said, "Darlings, its about time. I was beginning to wonder when you two would wake up to how much you loved each other, and in what way. Ted and I have only been surprised at how long it's taken you."

They had worked out long before how our relationship was likely to develop. I silently blessed them for their love and acceptance, and for the first time felt sincerely proud and looking forward to becoming a father.

I shall not go into how our lives developed accept to say that following my mother's example I became an accountant. Mother had established her own practice and in due course, I entered this as her partner. We work from home, and so have time to be with little Clara and Bryan, and no doubt our third child which is due in about three months time. You see, our sex lives are still extremely active, and as Juliet says, "If we are going to do it, we might as well do it properly."