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Transcontinental

By: Starlight



Jordan had not been keen on the idea from the start. He had telephoned his mother to tell her he was coming back, probably for good. She had been delighted. When he told her the anticipated date and time of his arrival, she had become dejected.

"Darling," she moaned, "that's the date I've booked for a trip on the Transcontinental." This is a four-day train journey from east to west across the vast island continent. 

She spoke of canceling the trip so she could be there to meet him on his arrival, but with a sudden burst of inspiration she cried out, "Darling, why don't you come with me? I can easily change the booking."

Jordan considered how tired he would be after his flight, but his mother went on with increasing enthusiasm, "You'll find it very relaxing, and we can get to know each other again."

Jordan had been away from home four years, and except for very fleeting visits, he had not seen his mother during that time. From time to time he had twinges of guilt about this, but he was in the early stages of his career, and to refuse the overseas appointment would have slowed down his chances of promotion in the Government Foreign Affairs Department.

Now the hoped for advancement had come. It was what they called a "Home appointment," and he was granted one month's leave before taking up the new position.

Finally, Jordan succumbed to his mother's enthusiasm and thought, "Oh well, I've traveled the length and breadth of quite a few countries, I suppose this is a chance to see my own country at ground level. So he said, "All right mother, I'll come with you."

Uncharacteristically his mother bubbled with excitement at his agreement, and as his flight arrived only one day before the train was due to depart, and his mother would be traveling in from a country town to the city, it was agreed that they would meet the terminal.

Jordan had already booked his flight from Singapore. It all seemed like plain sailing, but unfortunately, it did not work out so smoothly.

First, he had to cancel his booking on the flight because of a last minute task loaded on to him. Then the later flight was held up with engine trouble. He was now due in at the airport with only an hour to spare to get to the train terminal.

After landing he seemed to wait forever to get his luggage, then he had to battle to get a taxi. The city traffic seemed to be one big snarl, and the taxi crawled to the terminal.

Staggering under the weight of his luggage Jordan made for the baggage handler's counter to hand in two large suitcases. The handler took his travel document and smiled, "You're lucky sir, the train has been held up with a generator problem, else you'd have missed it."

"Thank God one delay has worked in my favour," thought Jordan, and carrying the one suitcase he was taking on to the train, he went out to the platform.

The long train with its silver carriages stood gently humming and travelers and those seeing them off were still milling around on the platform. As Jordan wove his way through the crowd in what he hoped was the direction of his carriage, a woman standing in front of the magazine stall suddenly caught his attention.

Now it must be said of Jordan that he was a normal virile male who had not lacked close sexual contact with females from the time he entered puberty. On the other hand, he was not given to casual surveying of women. The fact that this particular woman caught his attention indicates that there was something rather special about her appearance.

His first sight of her was from the back. He noted the superb figure – not the emaciated physique of the catwalk model - but the rounded loveliness, approaching the buxom, of the truly feminine female.

Jordan took in the exquisite taste of her two piece suit, and the shapely legs that extended below the knee length skirt. He saw the black hair laced into a braid that passed over the woman's shoulder and out of sight in the direction of her breasts.

He longed for her to turn round so he might glimpse her face, and as he wished for this, she turned. His eyes followed the braid of hair that fell between and to just below her breasts, seeming to emphasise their rounded firmness. Then he stood frozen with shock. 

Two shining eyes, almost as black as the hair gazed at him. The full mouth broke into a glittering smile, showing white even teeth. "Darling!" the woman exclaimed, "Oh my darling."

"Oh God," he thought, "I've been eyeing off my mother."

Ruth (his mother) flung her self into his arms, hugging him close. "I'm so relieved to see you. I thought you were going to miss the train."

Her effusive greeting attracted the attention of the people standing nearby, and they smiled at Ruth's noisy welcome of this young man.

Still holding Jordan close, Ruth said, "Our carriage is just here," and clinging to his arm, she led him to the door. 

The "Host" (once called the "Conductor"), gave them a welcoming smile. As they passed down the corridor Ruth said, "I hope you don't mind, darling, but I've booked a Deluxe compartment for us."

Jordan noted the use of the singular "compartment." Having never in his life traveled on a long distance train, he had no idea what a Deluxe compartment consisted of, but assumed it must be some sort of twin room arrangement. He was somewhat taken aback, therefore, when they entered the compartment and he found, apart from a separate toilet and shower area, there was only one room.

He was even more confounded when he saw the sleeping arrangements. "Mother, its only got a double bed," he exclaimed.

"No so, darling," Ruth laughed, and reaching for a handle in the wall, she tugged down a single bed. "I didn't think either of us would be too shy to share the same compartment," she went on, but this time her laugh seemed to have a tinge of anxiety.

The rest of the spacious compartment held a table, three armchairs, a refrigerator containing small bottles of complimentary drinks, and a video player and screen.

At that moment, a voice came over the platform and train PA. "Would all guests (once called "passengers"), please board the train, and visitors leave. The train will depart in two minutes."

There was a buzz of activity as people boarded and others alighted from the train. Through the carriage soundproofing could be heard the increased hum of the two linked diesel engines that would pull the twenty-five carriages.

Faces peered on both sides of the windows on the platform side. The voice came over the PA again, "Stand clear. Stand clear please." A dull roar was heard from the engines as they took up the strain of their load, and the train, almost imperceptibly, began to move out of the terminal.

At what seemed at first a snails pace, but with ever increasing speed, they moved through the city suburbs, past tall buildings, over and under road bridges, then out into the residential areas with their mainly single storied villas.

Jordan was now able to take stock of his mother. She had changed since he last saw her, which was about a year ago. As he looked at her and she at him, he could see the features he had always known, but somehow they seemed to flow more gracefully than he recalled. There was an elegant sensuousness about her that he had never recognised before.

"You know, mother, you've changed. I barely recognised you on the platform. What's happened? …What have you done?" 

Ruth smiled. "I've made a new start. When your father died, I was crushed. We both were, you remember."

Jordan certainly did remember. He had been seventeen at the time, and he and his mother clung to each other emotionally like drowning people are said to cling to a straw in a raging sea.

"I mourned your father's death for four years," Ruth went on. "You had your studies and then your work, but I had lived for your father, and when he died life was empty. I just didn't bother about myself – how I looked, how I dressed. Then, about a year ago, just after your last visit, I seemed to come out of my grief and wake up. I couldn't go on mourning forever, so I decided to take an interest in myself and the world around me. And that's the story in a nutshell."

Jordan, giving her yet another admiring look, declared, "Well, you look terrific." He laughed and went on, "I have a confession to make. When I first saw you on the platform I hoped you'd be on the train so I could get to know you, and here you are, but I already know you." He laughed again.

Ruth gave a strange smile and said quietly, "Do you, darling?"

There was an awkward pause, and then as if to change the direction of the conversation Ruth burst out, "Oh look at the scenery, darling."

The train had now reached the outer suburbs and was beginning the climb into the mountains. For a while they admired the terrain as they passed hillsides covered with gum trees and gorges descending to rushing streams, but Jordan, tired out from his flight and the mad rush to catch the train, slowly dozed off and then passed into a dreamless sleep.

His mother gently shaking him awakened him. "Wake up, darling." 

At first, he did not know where he was, then the compartment came into focus, and he heard the muffled rumble of the train wheels on the track. The compartment light was on, and the window blind down. He had slept through the late afternoon and into early evening.

He saw that his mother had changed into a dress while he had slept, and the sight of her caused a faint tingling in his groin. The dress was cherry red, which dramatically complimented her black hair and dark eyes. The neckline that plunged down between her breasts clearly showed she wore no bra. The dress had a slit up one side reaching almost to the top of her thighs. She wore black nylon stockings, but instead of the high-heeled shoes that might have been expected, she had black low-heeled shoes made of soft leather. 

Jason recalled that he had once told his mother that he disliked women in high heeled shoes, which he said caused them to stomp and strut around. Low heels and the comfortable, smooth walk these gave rise to turned him on. 

He wondered at his mother's choice of clothing.

He also noticed that two of the small bottles of complimentary spirits were standing empty on the table. He thought this a little odd as his mother hardly ever drank spirits, but he made no comment.

"I booked us in for the 7-30 meal in the dining car," Ruth said. 

He tried to focus away from the woman before him, telling himself that this was his mother and not some sexually available female he had just met.

Ruth was speaking again, "Darling, it's seven o'clock now, and I thought you might like to take a shower."

"Good idea," he said, "I need one after the day I've had."

Jason took his shower and shaved, then unthinkingly emerged naked from the shower alcove to be confronted by a delighted Ruth who laughed, "My goodness, darling, you have turned into a big boy.

Embarrassed, he hurriedly dressed himself in shirt and slacks.

When he had finished Ruth came close to him. Her lips nearly touching his, she whispered, "Its lovely to be with you like this." Then as she kissed him in a rather unmotherly way, he thought he felt a slight rotation of her hips as she pressed intimately against him.

He fought a losing battle to stop himself getting and erection, while trying to come to terms with what was happening. His own mother was sexually arousing him almost, it seemed, through deliberate actions on her part. Was he imagining this, or was it really happening?

Jordan had never before considered his mother as a sexual being, yet from his first sight of her on the platform there seemed to be sexual overtones present in their renewed relationship.

They made their way to the dining car and were shown to their seats. Ruth ordered a bottle of good Shiraz, and they made their choices from the menu.

This done Jason took stock of the other people in the car. He noted with annoyance that other men present, whether with female companions or not, seemed to be taking an inordinate interest in Ruth. 

Jason was again puzzled by his own reaction to this attention being paid to his mother. Other sons might have been proud to be with a mother who was so attractive to men, but here he was, actually jealous and fearful she might respond to one of those lascivious glances.

He tried to recall how things had been in the past with his mother. After his father died he and his mother had drawn very close, comforting each other with words and hugs. This close tactile relationship had lasted for about a year, then suddenly it had ceased. Ruth seemed to draw away from him. 

Jason, by then heavily engaged with his studies and thoughts of his future career, whilst he was puzzled and a little hurt by the change that he felt as rejection, did not pursue the matter. Now he wondered why that change had come about, and why it now seemed to have changed yet again to become more physical than before. 

During the meal, Ruth drank most of the wine, and as Jason glanced at her across the table, she leaned forward to reveal an expanse of cleavage.

Jason, trying to distract himself from this ravishing vision, looked out of the window. The dining car blinds were not down, but the train was now out of the mountains and moving across the plain beyond. It was a dark moonless night, and the lights of the dining car made it almost impossible to see anything but an occasional pinprick of light emanating from some isolated dwelling. 

Now, against his will, Jason was again sexually aroused. The sight of this very sensual woman, and the faintest fragrance of her delicate perfume, whether she was his mother or not, was overpowering him. 

Jason resolved to end this inflaming situation. "Mother, I'm still feeling rather tired. Would you mind if I went to bed?"

Ruth pulled a slightly sulky face. "I thought we would spend the evening together, sweetheart." Her voice was slightly slurred from the alcohol she had consumed. "Are you really so tired?" She paused, and then went on, "I'm sorry my love, I'm being selfish. We'll have plenty of time together. You go off to bed and I'll come along shortly."

Jason rose, and kissing Ruth on the cheek, he went off to their compartment.

He was in the habit of sleeping naked, so he was able to get into the single bed without having to display his throbbing erection in front of his mother.

He thought about masturbating to relieve his sexual stress, but decided against it in case his mother returned and caught him in the act. So, he lay there in the dark trying to distract himself from his lust filled thoughts.

He had just about succeeded when the door opened and his mother entered. She did not turn the main light on, but used the low-powered reading light over the double bed.

Jason decided to feign sleep, but continued to watch his mother through narrowed eyes. He was surprised to see that she had brought a bottle of Scotch and two glasses back with her.

Ruth looked over at him, and gave a sigh. She kicked off her shoes and poured a generous glass of whiskey. She sat on the edge of her bed for a long time, sipping her drink, still observing Jordan. He could feel her almost willing him to wake up. 

Finally, finishing her drink, Ruth, with what sounded like a despairing moan, suddenly stood up. She reached behind her dress and Jason heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The dress fell to the floor, and Ruth stood there clad only in her stockings and a suspender belt. 

Jason was staggered. "My God, she's not wearing any panties."

He had never seen his mother naked before and he nearly forgot to pretend sleep. Her sensual beauty was such that it took an enormous effort of will to keep his eyes narrowed.

He took in her breasts, which were large and firm, with up pointed nipples that stood out long and hard. He could see the slim waist, the smooth swelling hips and long shapely legs, clad in the black stockings. 

After standing there for a couple on minutes, still with her eyes fixed on Jordan, Ruth sat on the edge of the bed facing him, she drew her legs up, parting them as she did so, To reveal her sexual organ. 

To Jason's surprise, he saw that there was no pubic hair. He was later to learn that it had been permanently removed. This absence of pubic hair enabled him to see in the dim light, that her vaginal opening was very small and plump. 

As he watched, Jordan saw his mother reach down with her hands to gently pull apart the outer lips of her vagina. This revealed the beautiful, pink inner petals. He could see the female lubricant glistening round her opening. Still gazing at him Ruth inserted one finger inside her. This evoked a soft cry from her as she began to move the finger in and out.

" Oh God, she's totally aroused," he thought. His own organ was now hard and throbbing. The sight of his mother clearly lusting for him was exquisite agony. Before he could stop himself, he gave out a long groan of sexual craving.

Ruth, with no apparent unease at being seen stimulating herself, looked at him. "Your awake, my darling! Are you all right? Did I wake you?"

She moved over to sit on the side of his bed. The compartment was warm, and Jason only had a single sheet covering him. Ruth's hand began to stroke him through the cotton, roaming slowly over his chest, then down his abdomen. Her hand brushed against his throbbing penis. They looked into each other's eyes, she still sitting on the edge of his bed, he stretched out, still and waiting.

Ruth whispered, "Is there anything you want, my love. Can mother do anything for you?"

She pulled the sheet down to revealing his young body and pulsating manhood.

"I think there is something I can do for you," she murmured, taking his hard manhood in her soft hand and gently stroking it. "So big," she murmured, "so very big." 

Even if Jordan could have replied, it would have made no difference. Quickly Ruth came astride him and lowered her vaginal opening to nuzzle against the head of his penis. She smiled down at him for a moment, then let herself drop down and his length slide into her.

Jason's mind was reeling, but through his dazed thoughts, he felt the promise of her small opening. Ruth was tighter than any woman he had ever experienced, and with powerful vaginal muscles, she flexed even tighter round his length, almost dragging him into her.

"Just lay still my sweet, just let mother fix it for you," she murmured softly. "Mother loves you…loves you so very much."

Jason did not have to wait long for it to be "fixed." He gave voice to the all embracing passion he was now experiencing with groans of ecstacy calling out to Ruth, "Mother, oh mother."

In turn, Ruth gave out little murmurs and squeals as she angled his penis to glide against her clitoris. "Darling, mm…mmm…ah… my love…my dearest love…"

Jordan was lost in her. Never in all his other sexual experiences had he felt such a sense of melding with a woman. They were no longer two people, but one. He never wanted to separate from her, but orgasm approached, the moment of climax, after which came the tragedy of separation. 

He fought against his own desire to pour himself into her, desperately wanting to prolong the ecstacy, but now Ruth was crying our, "Let it come into be my love… My darling… Please, please impregnate me… Mother wants your sperm so badly…"

He lost the battle to hold off, and as he flamed into her, Ruth suddenly began to vibrate. "Oh God, no…no…I can't bear it…it's too much…Oh God, yes…deeper, deeper." Her whole body throbbed, and with a great shriek, her orgasm overwhelmed her.

They cried out broken pledges of love, desire and lust as their fluids mingled within her.

Then it was over. Ruth drooped over Jordan, her lovely breasts brushing against his chest. "My love…oh my love…my beautiful boy," she moaned.


Transcontinental



They were asleep when the train pulled into The Port at eleven twenty p.m. They stayed asleep as it pulled out.

Some time after midnight Jordan awoke. His body was now folded against Ruth's back, and as he became aware of her body he felt his penis begin to extend. He placed it between her buttocks and began to probe for her vagina.

Ruth murmured awake, and feeling Jordan's penis nudging her genitals quietly said, "Yes darling," and lifted one leg to enable him to enter.

This time there was no flexing of her vaginal muscles. Ruth lay quiet, simply letting Jordan empty himself into her. When with a soft sigh he finished, they both went back to sleep, Jordan's length slack, but still inserted into her.

They woke late and had to hurry to be on time for breakfast. The train was now traveling across "The Plain." On returning to their compartment they stared out of the window for some time, their bodies touching close. 

It did not take long for their physical desire for each other to assert itself. Ruth undid the opening of Jordan's pants and began to play gently with his already erect organ. For a while Jordan let himself enjoy this pleasure without stirring himself to touch Ruth, but soon he could no longer resist the need to join in. 

As he began to undress her, Ruth asked in a rather tentative voice, "Darling, have you ever tried anal sex?"

Jordan paused in the undressing process, and looking quizzically at Ruth said, "No. Why?"

Ruth, with even more hesitancy, said, "Neither have I. Would you like to try it?"

Jordan considered for a moment, then answered, "If you would like to, I don't mind giving it a try."

"You will be very gentle, won't you?" Ruth asked.

"Very gentle," replied Jordan, as he continued to undress her and himself.

Neither of them having experienced anal sex before, they were slightly at a loss to know how to go about it. In the end Ruth climbed on to the double bed and adopted a kneeling position with her buttocks turned towards Jordan standing at the side of the bed. This exposed her pink anus to him. 

Both of them were thoroughly aroused, so Jordan wetted his fingers with Ruth's vaginal fluid and smeared it over her anus. This done, he made no attempt to insert his penis into her, but gently probed into her with a finger. Her anus was even tighter than her vagina, so he pushed carefully, monitoring Ruth's response as he went in.

Ruth felt Jordan's finger gradually pushing into her, producing a slightly thrilling sensation, which seemed to vibrate through to her vagina. Once Jordan had inserted the full length of his finger into her, he moved it up and down inside her for about a minute, then hearing her gentle moans of pleasure, he withdrew and then attempted to insert two fingers.

As they slid into Ruth, there was no doubting her reactions this time. She gave out with cries of pleasure saying, "More, more."

Jordan decided the decisive moment had come. He positioned the head of his penis against her anus. It was already wet with pre-cum, so he pushed carefully into her.

As he entered her anus, it seemed to consume his penis, drawing him in deeper and deeper. It was extremely tight, and when about half his length was in, suddenly Ruth convulsed. 

"Oh, darling, that hurt," she cried out.

"Shall I stop," asked the concerned Jordan.

"No, sweetheart," Ruth whispered, "But take me quickly now, as if you were taking my virginity," which in a sense he was, her anus being virgin territory.

Jordan took a firm hold of her waist and then thrust in quickly and hard. 

Ruth tensed, gave a shriek of agony, then relaxed. Jordan was in to his full length.

"Move up and down in me gently, darling," Ruth requested.

Jordan obeyed, and as Ruth began her cries and squeals of pleasure, he speeded up his movements. 

Ruth's anus was very tight round his penis, and although he missed the wetness of her vagina, he found a new pleasure in this form of sex.

Jordan was very close to ejaculation, but he was not sure that Ruth would have an orgasm with this method if intercourse, so he reached down and finding her clitoris began to stroke it as he moved towards his climax.

He shot a mass of sperm into her, and when he had finished, he continued to stimulate Ruth's clitoris, until with dramatic suddenness, she screamed, shaking all over then finally collapsing onto the bed.

Jordan moved to lie beside her. As he did Ruth began to smother his face with kisses, crying out, "Oh darling, you're a wonderful, beautiful lover. I want you…I need you so much."

When she had calmed down they lay embracing, gradually dozing off, joyful in their new way of loving.

When they woke, it was lunchtime. They went to the dining car and once again, Jordan experienced jealous anger as nearby men eyed his mother. Having experienced his mother as an exquisite sexual partner, he wanted her for himself alone. The very thought of her with another man sent his mind into black agitation. 

His stomach was so tied in knots by his dread that his mother might respond to the provocative looks around her that he hardly ate any lunch.

His mother had noted his disquiet and apparent lack of appetite, and on returning to their compartment she question Jordan.

"Is something the matter, darling? You hardly ate a thing, and you seemed upset about something."

Jordan found it difficult to admit to his feelings of insecurity about his mother, but Ruth, perceiving his confusion continued to question him.

She had her own feelings of insecurity about their relationship. First, there was its incestuous nature. Second, there was their wide age difference. Third, she wondered if Jordan, now having experienced her in every orifice, might be tiring of her. Something was troubling Jordan, and the sooner it was said, however hurtful it might be, the better.

Ruth pressed Jordan for an answer to her query. "Come on, darling, you can tell me what's wrong. What is it?"

Eventually Jordan came out with it. "I can't stand other men looking at you as if they want to eat you. All through lunch those guys were staring at you."

Ruth recognised the ancient monster, jealousy, at once. She knew that this emotion was one of the most destructive of love relationships. To deal with it meant that many things would have to be considered and decided upon. She took the plunge.

"I can't stop men looking at me, my love. You could see for yourself that I ignored their stares, and will go on ignoring them as long as we are lovers. Instead of letting it upset you, you might have been pleased that you actually have the woman they desire. I am for you, no one else."

"Mother, the very thought of you…" Pictures of Ruth touching another man's penis, sucking it, taking it into her lovely vagina, roared around in his head. This was the ghastly anguish so many feel when they doubt their status with a beloved one. Those who have not felt this uncertainty and fear cannot know the hell of despair it leads to. 

Ruth was wiser than Jordan in these matters, and moved to bring out what needed to be said. She made no attempt to make physical contact with Jordan. All the promises of undying love and devotion spoken at the height of passion had now to be tested without the intervention of that excitement.

"Jordan," she began, "I had hoped that we might have this discussion when we were closer to the end of the trip, but I think we've got to have it now."

Jordan looked up at her puzzled. His thinking about the situation had not extended beyond his jealous feelings, but his mother seemed to be indicating broader issues.

Ruth continued. "I don't know how you are thinking about what happens when our trip is over. Does our sexual relationship cease, and what we have done simply become a happy memory? Or what? If it does cease, you surely would not then deny me the right to find a man or men to satisfy my needs with? But as I have already said, as long as we are lovers, there will be no one else, not even in my head. If I must make you a promise, it is this; my love and body are totally yours for as long as we are lovers. I can make no promise beyond that, and for that matter, neither can you."

Ruth paused and Jordan tried to take in the implications of what she had said.

He had been so lost in his overwhelming desire for her, he had not considered how the future might run. They had touched upon the possibility of his mother getting pregnant to him, but she had said she would stand entirely responsible for this. Could he let this happen? What did he want for the future? 

He tried to imagine the future without Ruth as his lover. He felt something like a cold knife pierce his heart. His emotion at this point was so overwhelming he thought he might faint.

Ruth, seeing the blood drain from his face, broke her resolve and held him in her arms. "Darling, are you all right, you've gone so pale."

Jordan struggled to speak and finally blurted out, "Mother…I…I don't want…I don't want a future without you."

It was said, and a wave of relief surged through Ruth. This had been her dearest wish that Jordan would be with her into the future. She felt Jordan shaking, and looking up into his face, saw he was weeping."

"My darling, what is it?" 

Through his mounting sobs Ruth heard Jordan's anguish. "Don't leave me mother, please don't ever leave me. I want you so badly. I'll cherish and care for you…and the baby if we have one…I swear…"

This was enough for Ruth. Details could wait. She had her lover son into the future, and as he had bound himself to her, so she had to him.

The journey still stretched out before them. Not until mid morning next day would they reach the next official stop. They had been sitting on the seat, but now Ruth said, "Come and lay down, darling. Just come and relax. Everything is going to be all right."

Jordan lay on the double bed and Ruth undressed him and herself. The emotional scene they had just passed through seemed to have exhausted Jordan, but had promoted and heightened Ruth's sexual drive.

"Just let mother make you feel good, darling," she said, and took his slack penis into her hand and began to lovingly caress it. It rose slowly under her comforting ministrations until it grew to its full length and hardness.

Jordan made as if to begin returning the stimulation, but Ruth stopped him. "Just let me," she said.

She bent down and took his penis into her mouth. Beginning with her lips wrapped round the penis head, she slowly worked her way down his shaft, then back up again, wetting him with her saliva.

Every attempt by Jordan to respond was suppressed by Ruth, and he was made to lie relaxed and unmoving as she worked on him. After what seemed an age, Ruth began to move her mouth up and down over him with increasing speed until he burst into her.

Jordan cried out, "Oh mother, mother," and gave a loud groan followed by little yelps as he spurted into her.

Unable to swallow the mass of sperm he ejaculated, Ruth let it dribble from the sides of her mouth to fall onto Jordan's lower abdomen. When he had finished Ruth moved up to kiss him, enabling him to taste his own discharge.

They lay embracing and at peace for the next two hours.

That evening, still under the lascivious glances of nearby men, two people, now feeling secure in each other's devotion, and feeling that their sexual couplings were as complete and fulfilling as any human procreative relationship could be, enjoyed the wonderful experience of love being present to love.

Jordan was relaxed about the obvious desire of the men around them to bed Ruth. In fact, he now found it exhilarating, arousing even more, if that were possible, his desire for Ruth.

After the meal, Ruth suggested that they should spend the evening in the club car. This was the first time they had thought about mingling with the other guests. 

Jordan agreed to the suggestion, but on the condition they first returned to their compartment to make love. Ruth had no problem about this, as she had been wet between the legs throughout the meal.

The things they had said to each other, the words of commitment they had uttered, often stultifying of passion in many people proved to be even more liberating for Ruth and Jordan. The suppressed thoughts that their sexual relationship might end with their trip, now eliminated, ended the touch of desperation that had been present in their previous loving.

Ruth and Jordan could now begin that wonderful relationship that was both exclusive yet inclusive. Their bodies, their sexual selves, belonged without question and to the exclusion of all others, to each other. Ruth would take no other man into her. Jordan would penetrate no other woman. Sexually they were one.

On the other hand, they could include others in their relationship. Firstly, any child that might result from their couplings would be drawn into the orbit of their love, but again, to the exclusion of the sexual. 

Friendships would be richer, more fulfilling, because they could safely expand into love and caring safely. In the years to come, both Ruth and Jordan would make it abundantly clear that they were one body, and no other would be allowed to trespass on that unity. In all else – social and spiritual relationships - they were free.

Returning to their compartment, they loved deep and long.

Their advent in the club car caused a stir. Other guests had speculated on the obvious loving relationship between the older woman and young man. There was no inkling that they were mother and son. As one of them had said, "She's a randy old woman being fucked by her toy boy."

Early attempts by some of the men in the club car to "get alongside Ruth" were quickly repelled by her, and as they discovered that they were dealing with an intelligent and cultured woman, they soon found that she was worth relating to for reasons other than sex.

Jordan had his own initial problems with some of the older women thinking that they might avail themselves of his services. He soon disillusioned them, and as he began to speak of his work abroad, they calmed down.

In all it proved to be, a most enjoyable evening, with many worthwhile conversations taking place.

A little tipsy, Ruth and Jordan returned to their compartment around midnight.

After they had showered and got into bed Ruth, moving her vagina up to Jordan's lips, said, "Darling, give me a goodnight lick."

He pulled her down tight to his lips and thrust his tongue into her. The "goodnight lick" extended over a long time, and ended in Jordan coming into Ruth's vagina.

They slept in peace.

The train's next scheduled stop was one of the country's oldest mining towns. This time there were no tours, the stop being too brief.

The slowing down of the train as it pulled into the station awakened Ruth and Jordan.

Neither of them had the will or energy to rise from their bed. Their frequent couplings since the very first time, had exhausted them. They lay in each other's arms, profoundly in love, but physically unable to demonstrate it.

The train pulled out from the station on the last leg of the journey. Next day they would arrive at the City in the West.

Having committed themselves to an on going relationship, Ruth and Jordan now began to discuss the practical details.

Ruth had anticipated that Jordan's new appointment would mean he would be able to live with her. It was not so. Jordan would need to live in the Federal Capital. This was far away from Ruth's house in a country town.

At first, Jordan said he would resign from the department, but Ruth would not hear of this. Instead, Ruth suggested that she sell her house and come to live with Jordan in the Capital. After much discussion, this was agreed. Thereafter she would travel with Jordan if he got further overseas appointments.

On arrival at their destination, they went to the hotel Ruth where Ruth had booked two rooms. This had been a pessimistic move on her part, assuming that she and Jordan would not have found their sexual love on the train. They spent a rather uncomfortable couple of nights in Ruth's single bed.

Flying back to their point of departure, they settled into the family home for the next three weeks of Jordan's leave. Using the giant double bed in what had been Ruth's bedroom, new experiments in loving making occurred. 

One night Ruth slipped strips of cloth she had previously and secretly tied to the bed head and foot, over Jordan's wrists and ankles. He was spread-eagled and at her mercy. 

Ruth tormented him endlessly, playing with his penis, biting and scratching, sliding her vagina over his body, then lowering it to his mouth. He begged her to let him penetrate her, but for long she laughed and refused. 

If Jordan was left with a sore penis and some rather obvious bruises and scratches, he got his revenge another night, and Ruth nursed her bruised nipples and neck for a few days.

Thus these two, mother and son lovers, played and loved.

It was at the end of Jordan's month long leave, that Ruth announced to him that she was probably pregnant. Her doctor later confirmed this.

This news tended to move things along more rapidly. The family home was sold and Ruth moved in with Jordan. 

The fruit of their Transcontinental loving was born a girl. They named her Rachel.