7 comments/ 176515 views/ 18 favorites My Destiny By: Moondrift This little story arose out of an email sent to me by a lady who ended by asking, “What do I do?” She had found herself sexually attracted to her son, and believed that he was similarly attracted to her. She also intimated that she had the additional desire to become pregnant to him. Her dilemma was how to test the situation to discover whether her feelings were reciprocated. I replied to her email making a few suggestions on how she might proceed. The story in no way reflects what actually happened in her situation and is purely my imagining that arose out of her question. The names of the two characters are also fabricated. “What do I do?” That question beat in my head incessantly. It had been beating for…I don’t really know but it had been there a long time and its clamour had increase with the years. If I had to pick a starting point for the emotional confusion that plagued me I would say it was the time I saw him showering. It was when Ryan was sixteen and I was on my way to bed and wanted to brush my teeth. Ryan was showering so I knocked on the door and asked if it was all right for me to come in. He yelled back, “Sure,” so I entered. The shower alcove is one of those with lightly frosted glass and I could see his outline clearly. I had not seen his body since before he entered puberty, when, like a lot of young people, he became shy about being seen naked. Now I had this tantalising view of him through the frosted glass. After the first glance I turned away to brush my teeth, but then found myself turning back to take another look. He was in profile to me and I thought I dimly saw his erect penis. Probably it was the relaxation of the shower that had hardened him. If I was seeing what I thought I was seeing, then I was momentarily taken aback. The last time I had seen his sweet little sex organ it had been just that, sweet and little. What I now seemed to be seeing was a very, very well developed example of manhood. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me. I looked away and tried to concentrate on brushing my teeth, but my eyes were constantly drawn back to Ryan and the hazy vision of his nakedness reminded me that it had been a long time since I had been in the presence of a naked man. This perhaps requires some expanding on. My name is Barbara Martin. I became pregnant to Rod Martin when I was seventeen. I gave birth to Ryan and eventually Rod and I were married and also eventually we divorced after ten years. As so often happens with young marriages, it just didn’t work out. After the divorce I was left to bring up Ryan more or less on my own. At first Rod kept up the contact with his son, but after a while that began to fade, and once he got himself another woman, that ended all effective contact. In fact neither Ryan nor I have seen him for several years. It was a bit of a battle trying to bring up Ryan on my own. I had taken the trouble to qualify as an accountant and was well entrenched in my work, so I was the struggling virtually sole parent trying to fit in being a mother with my work. And so back to the vision of my sixteen year old son showering behind that glass partition. I have to frankly say that the sight of him sexually aroused me. If I have to justify that, then remember, I hadn’t seen a naked man for years, and had not engaged in any sexual activity apart from masturbation. When Rod and I broke up I went into defensive mode where men were concerned. Apart from my own reluctance to risk another relationship, I didn’t want any “uncles” in Ryan’s life. You might conclude from this that I have a very weak sex drive; you would be wrong. There are times when I become quite overwhelmed with sexual yearning. As I have pointed out, I sought relief in masturbation, but there comes a time when that is not enough. The incident of observing Ryan in the shower I think was a turning point in my way of relating to him. During his childhood, as is the case with most boys and their mothers, we were very close. It was a warm loving bond that helped sustain me when Rod left. This, however, tended to modify when Ryan entered puberty. Ryan seemed to withdraw from me which I suppose is the first signs that the boy is moving towards mature manhood. Another factor, I believe, was my failure to adequately discuss his sexuality with him. Hence I think that his masturbating was something of a guilty secret to be kept from me. Of course he masturbated as I did myself, and looking back I feel rather sad that I did not initiate talks with him on the subject, but I suppose there’s no point in regretting what is past. With that shower incident and my consequent sexual arousal at the hazy vision of him, there began to lurk in me what might have been there for the past two or three years, but which I had buried away somewhere in my head. It did not happen all at once, but crept up on me gradually. If he thought I was still awake when he went to bed, Ryan had the habit of coming into my bedroom to say good night to me. It was no more than a peck on the cheek and a “Goodnight, mum, sleep well.” On the “shower” night after he had given me my goodnight peck, I set about tackling my sexual problem, and while climaxing, for the first time I fantasised Ryan entering me. It came not with a conscious effort on my part, but seemed to well up from some hidden depths in me. The next day at work I kept getting flashbacks to that vision of Ryan in the shower. I tried telling myself not to be so foolish; “Damn it, Barbara”, I admonished myself, “You’re his mother and eighteen years older than he is. What woman in her right mind sexually desires her own son? You must be thoroughly depraved to think about Ryan sexually.” Castigate myself as I might, it did not stop the growing sexual appetite for him. Every time I masturbated it was Ryan who was my fantasy. I increasingly began to make excuses to enter the bathroom while he was showering just so I could get a glimpse of his body, however dimly. Lying in bed at night gently pressing a breast with my hand and circling my clitoris with a finger, I would listen for signs that Ryan was masturbating on the other side of the thin partition wall between our rooms. Occasionally I thought I heard a groaning cry as he came, and I pictured his thick young sperm exploding into me. For three years I suffered increasing torments of desire for Ryan. The pangs of sexual desire seemed in the end to be with me all the time. There was an almost permanent dull ache in my lower abdomen, as if it was infused with blood, and my vagina seemed always to be swollen and wet with my lubricant. I remember that in the biblical story of Job, when Job was in the deepest misery, his wife said to him, “Curse God and die.” I cursed God, but did not die. I cried out to him, “Why give me these feelings, this agonising hunger and deny me satisfaction? Why give me this desperate longing for my own son when it is said to be evil? You give the desire and deny the fulfilment.” God had eventually answered Job, but he gave me no answer. No doubt I wrongly inveighed against the deity for my hopeless plight. I was vilifying one who had no part in leading me into this situation, but I had to cry out in my misery to someone, and all other avenues seemed to be closed to me. During Ryan’s eighteenth year I noticed a new aspect in his behaviour. Not only did I find reasons to enter the bathroom while he was showering, he started to find reasons to come in while I was showering. I got the distinct impression he was observing me through the misty glass. I had not thought that my sexual anguish could have been racked up still further, but it was. I had to masturbate in the shower to try and gain some relief, but all my masturbating now only worked to give some release from the physical pressure, the emotional longing remained. The close proximity of living in the same house, constantly being present to each other began to make the whole situation impossible. My work began to suffer from lack of concentration – a bad fault in an accountant. I felt constantly unwell with a feeling of emptiness inside me. I contemplated asking Ryan to move out, but that thought only brought me more misery. I could have sought for a lover to help me overcome my libidinous craving, but I at least had the wit to realise that disaster lay in that direction. It was Ryan and only Ryan I wanted. Any other male would have been a pale substitute for the one I really longed and lusted for. It was difficult to see things from Ryan’s perspective. He was courteous and caring towards me. Physically he always kept a little distance between us except when I got my goodnight peck on the cheek, but again I started to notice another change in him. As I suggested earlier, his penis as seen through the shower screen had appeared to be a fine and large example of beautiful manhood. Erect it would be difficult to hide even beneath clothing. The change I noticed was that he began to get erections in my presence. At first I took this to be pure chance. Perhaps he was thinking of some girl, or had been looking at some pornographic pictures, but eventually I had to face the truth. “My God, he’s getting sexually aroused by me.” The Ancient Greek philosophers said that the strong man was not one who had weak passions and didn’t exercise them, but the man who had powerful drives and kept them under control. That sounds fine, but there is another view that can be put forward. Powerful emotional drives, especially the sexual, if long repressed, will find an outlet. The knowledge that Ryan was lusting for me finally brought about the explosion. Ryan and I were like two people standing on opposite sides of a narrow precipice. Each wanted to join the other, but each feared to make the necessary leap. Should one risk the jump across the precipice and fail to reach the other side, then they would plunge down into its depths. For Ryan and I the downward plunge was the humiliation of rejection, of scandal and guilt, of throwing aside the mores of our society. I saw ever more evidence of Ryan’s desire for me, yet he made no overt moves. I knew it was I who would have to take the risk…make the jump. My approach may well sound petty and devious, but I hadn’t the courage to come out with the matter direct, saying something like, “I want sex with you Ryan.” I could think of no other way of bringing the situation to a head than that which I adopted. Perhaps it is the way that lots of women have to employ to “get their man”, especially if that man is their son. I blush now to relate the things that I did, but they were ploys that must be as old as human beings. I began to appear in front of Ryan in provocative dress. I went to the expense of purchasing diaphanous nightwear that I just happened to be wearing when Ryan was around. I made a point of sitting in an armchair opposite the one he usually occupied, and drew my legs up so that my panties became visible. The panties were another special purchase, and little more than a sliver of material passed under my crotch and sank between the lips of my vulva. Another ruse was to intensify our physical contact when he gave me a goodbye kiss when he was off to lectures, or when he said goodnight to me. The effect I was having was all too obvious. Not only could I see his shaft standing out long and hard, but his voice became hoarse and he looked as if he was trying to swallow something that was not there. He became flushed and began to shake and I could see his desperate attempts to control his over heated emotions. Yet still he made no attempt on me. I even went so far as to step out of the shower naked while he was brushing his teeth. He stared at me as if he could eat me, but still made no move. I became ever more despairing in my attempts at seduction. “He must indeed be like the strong man who keeps his passions under control, just like those old Greeks said,” I thought. I decided on one more spin of the revolver chamber in the game of sexual roulette. “The last attempt,” I told myself. That night I put on my most revealing nightdress. It left nothing for the male imagination to conjure up. I wore it when I went to brush my teeth as Ryan took his usual before bed shower. I did not knock on the door, but went in quietly and hung around until Ryan stepped out of the shower. He obviously had not seen or heard me, and seeing me then, he burst out, “Mother, I didn’t know you were in here.” He was naked and had that now familiar erection standing up like a great tower. I said, “Sorry darling, I thought I heard you tell me to come in. Come and say goodnight to me, won’t you?” “Yes, or course,” he croaked. I left and went to my room, got into bed, and pretending to read I waited for him. It would be now or it would be never. If I failed to move him to action that night, I would give up and suffer the misery of frustration. He came in wearing his pyjama shorts, his manhood all too obvious. He leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, but I took his face in my hands and kissed him full on the lips. I held the kiss and began to swirl my moist lips over his, then pressing my tongue against his lips, I felt them yield. I pressed in with my tongue to search the recesses of his mouth. It was then he finally broke. He almost collapsed beside me on the bed and then came over me, pressing his body to mine, writhing against me as if he would fuse his body with mine. I broke from the kiss and he cried out, “Mother, oh God, mother…” There was no finesse about what happened next. He flung back the bed covers and literally ripped my nightdress from me – my very expensive nightdress. I think he would have torn my legs apart, but I was ahead of him. I had my legs spread wide, my vulva exposed to him. He came on top of me and tried to enter me but failed to find my entrance until I guided him into me. I had pitied myself in my sexual torments, but I now fully realised what a state he had been in all along. I felt his shaft slide deep into me reaching the top of my tunnel. He started to cry out; “Oh God… mother…I’ve wanted…you don’t know how long…I want to fuck you to death…I want…Aaaah…” I felt the first hammering of his seed into me; his lovely, beautiful warm thick young seed. With each new ejection he moaned out, “Ah…ah…ah…” In the midst of this tumult I felt my own orgasm crashing over me like great surf waves. It was beyond, far beyond anything I had ever known before. I screamed at him, “Make me pregnant…deeper…deeper…I want your seed deep in me…please…deeper.” That wonderful and terrible confluence of lust and love flowed together in me and I wanted our union to last for ever. It was as I felt the last thrusts of his injections that the miracle happened. I was totally overwrought and suddenly it felt as though something burst within me. There was massive and powerful explosion of fluid in my sex organ. I was to learn later that what I experienced was a female ejaculation. I had never had this before and for a moment it raised me to new heights of this outpouring of passion. I felt myself falling into a vortex of flashing lights, and then darkness as I passed out. I don’t think I was unconscious for more than a few seconds because as I became aware of the world again, Ryan was still coupled with me. He was looking at my face and asking, “Mother, are you all right?” I looked up at his face, smiled and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt better in my entire life.” “I didn’t frighten you? I’m sorry I was so rough, but…” “It’s all right, darling, it was fine…lovely…” “You didn’t mind…? I could hardly believe what I was hearing. After all my attempts at seduction how could he not know I had been on fire for him? I decided to let it pass and said, “No, darling I didn’t and won’t mind, so do stop fussing.” He hadn’t withdrawn from me and I felt his penis, that had slackened a little after he ejaculation, harden again, and I was ready for him. As he started to move in me I began thrusting my hips against him, and said humorously but with serious intent, “Yes, darling, I think we’d better try again in case you didn’t fertilise me the first time.” He was too far down the track of his next ejaculation to properly comprehend what I had just said, and I was getting the first hints of my own coming agonising pleasure. As the first thrust of Ryan’s sperm shot out of him he gave that long drawn out cry of “Aaaah” again. I let my own orgasm tick over for a moment while I enjoyed the full consciousness of his emissions into me. It was a beautiful feeling as his semen pounded into me, and I lay stroking his face and hair saying, “Enjoy me, darling…just enjoy me.” He had finished when I let myself go. There was no repeat of my previous female ejaculation, but I was swamped with fluids anyway, Ryan’s and my own. As I thrust against him there were little slurping sounds and juice was running out of me between Ryan’s penis and the walls of my vagina. It felt like a delicious brew and I think I could have eaten it. I came out the other side into a wonderful plain of tranquillity. Apart from the sheer joy of coupling at last with Ryan, was the knowledge that I had leapt the precipice and landed safe beside my lover/son. Like some cackling evil character in an old-fashioned melodrama I thought, “Now I have him in my power; he shall not escape my wicked clutches again.” Ryan withdrew from me and we lay side by side for a while, our hands entwined. Then he rolled on to his side and began kissing me and fondling my breasts. I knew this was the overture to another coupling, but we were both in a mess as well as the bed’s under sheet. I wanted us to clean up before we coupled again, as I had a little operation in mind. Also I had heard that spermatozoa could remain active in the vaginal tunnel for up to half an hour. I wanted to retain as much of his sperm in me as possible, to try and ensure that one of those tiny creatures found the target. It’s odd that prior to our coming together sexually I had not considered the pregnancy aspect, yet I had taken no steps to ensure I was safe from that outcome. It had been in the moment of our coupling that I had felt an overpowering desire for Ryan to fertilise me. I wanted something from him growing inside me, to give birth to a child of my child. Ryan’s penetration of me had, in sense, been his return to the place that had brought him into the world, and I had begun to understand the exquisite beauty of a mother and son sexual bonding. It surely was the denouement of all that had been between us up to that point; small wonder that the union was so powerful with a feeling of intense love, oneness and profound satisfaction. I managed to distract Ryan from his intended further penetration of me for nearly half an hour, and then said, “Come on my love, let’s clean up and change this under sheet. We don’t want to spend the whole night lying in the wet.” Reluctantly he got out of the bed and we made our way to the shower. He wanted us to shower together and I agreed. That of course ensured a coupling standing under the water with me up against the wall. I was a trifle troubled by this third ejaculation by Ryan as it seemed to me that he now must have temporarily exhausted his sperm supply. That only goes to show how little I knew then of his sperm recuperative capacity. After I had cleansed his penis and he had washed out my vagina, we returned to the bedroom and changed the sheet, and the young stud was ready to go again. He began to suck one of my nipples and as I stroked his hair I whispered to him, “Young man, that’s not all you’re going to suck tonight. You are going to get the full flavour and aroma of your loving mother.” My Destiny The sound of silence was deafening and it was only 9.40am, what was I going to do with my day, had meant to visit friends but they decided at the last minute to go away for a long weekend leaving me far from home with no one to visit in a place I had never been before, I had driven down last night throwing myself into bed as soon as I had got here only to be awaken the next morning by a call on my mobile saying sorry hun we went away yesterday hope we got you before you left, silly me I had decided to travel down the night before, I told them all was okay and I was still in bed, well, was not a lie, I was still after all in bed. Anyway that's why I'm sat here at now 9.45am with nothing to do. A knock at the door breaks the silence and brings me to my feet, the thrill and excitement of something happening added a skip to my step as I walked to the door and opened it, standing there was a man, he was around my age give or take a few years with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, I stood there for a moment just starring before I realised he was starring back, I begged my pardon and asked if I could help him, apparently his car had broken down some way up the road and wondered if he could borrow my phone, Hmm do I dare let him in? He could after all be an axe murderer, but hey to late I was beckoning him in and handing him my phone, damn always been a sucker for blue eyes. His call was short and he was not amused, after all it was a holiday weekend and no where was open or working to their full most, he informed me he could not get anyone to come out till Tuesday the very least as it was Easter weekend and even garage workers needed some time off! Damn I though, poor fella having to stick around till the holiday was over, I looked up at him and suggested we take a short walk into the town centre and maybe get him somewhere to stop, he nodded and walked towards the door and out into the sun of the day, I grabbed my bag and keys stepped outside and closed then locked the door behind us. The sun was hot for the time of year and the walk into town was going to be nice, he grabbed a bag from his car and locked it all up then proceeded to follow me along the dirt road, he was kicking up the dirt as he walked and as I looked back at him I noticed he was wearing a frown, he looked up and a slight smile formed but he was not a happy chap. As we walked we struck up a conversation and I finally got from him why he was not happy, apparently he was on the way to a family christening and now looked like he was going to miss it, his sisters newest addition to the family, a cute little girl they named Molly, she was 5months old and the apple of everyone's eye, especially her uncles, he went on and on and on, he's face all lit up with emotions, as I watched him I could feel myself blushing, his eyes were sparkling and his hair was flicked back with the breeze and wow his muscles were showing through his white shirt, he suddenly stopped and looked at me, my face must be so red, think of something to say I was telling myself inside my head but no words came out except for, "Hey, why bother with a room in town stop with me, if you want that is?" Oh my god what had I said, but to late he excepted and we was turning round and walking back. The views were beautiful, I hadn't noticed them as I drove in last night but of course it was dark after all and my head was calling for a pillow, I stopped and took a deep breath in and looked out over the sea, the place I was stopping was on what I can only describe as a cliff top, the dirt road into town ran along side the edge and right into the town, the road I drove along last night was on the other side of the cottage and wow what a cottage, it had a trellace around the door way and the spring flowers were just starting to bloom, I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, his jacket felt warm as it slid over my shoulders, I guess I had been starring at the sea a little longer than I realised, he smiled as I looked up at him and said sorry, he just carried on smiling and walked on kicking up the dirt. I unlocked the door and stepped into the coolness of the hallway and walked through into the lounge. The front door closed behind him and I heard his bag drop to the floor, I dropped my bag and keys onto the glass table as he slipped his jacket off my shoulders, I looked up and smiled suggesting we ate as it was well past midday and my tummy was making more noise than the waves had meeting the rocks below the cliff top. He agreed by insisting he was the person to prepare the food as I was kind enough to allow him to stay till his car could be fixed, I smiled and said okay, thinking thankgod, I was so shattered after that walk and making food was the last thing I wanted to be doing even though my tummy was still rumbling away. I showed him into the kitchen and at the poor selection of food I had brought down with me the night before, he looked up and smiled telling me he was sure he could muster up something from what I had and that tonight we would for sure walk into town and eat out, his treat 'n' all, How could I say no, my tummy was now talking for me and I was agreeing with every word. Back in the lounge I put the radio on and sat back in the big old comfy chair that was placed in the bow of the window, the view was amazing from here I could see the sea view, the seagulls dancing in the air and the sun shining down and such beautiful colour reflecting off the sea, it was totally breath taking. I placed my hands onto my tummy and rubbed as I felt a tiny kick. Yes, I was 6 months pregnant and alone, just one of them things I told myself but far from, he had been married and did not think to tell me till I was 4 months gone, so I packed what little he had at my place and told him to take a hike, which he did without looking back, which answered all my questions I was asking myself, I was a fool! But fool or not I had responsibilities now to my little bundle of joy I was carrying. "How far gone are you?" I almost jumped out the chair, I had forgotten he was in the kitchen, I looked up to see him stood with two plates of sanwhiches and two glasses of milk on a tray, I smiled and told him 6 months, he smiled back and placed the tray onto the glass table then walked over towards my chair and stood looking out to sea, I could feel his hand on the back of the chair slightly touching my neck, "Beautiful view don't you think?" I asked him, I looked up right into his eyes as he looked down right back into mine, "Beautiful for sure." He replied capturing me and placing me into a mini trance with his blue eyes. I broke the eye contact and started to stand, his left hand took my elbow and his other hand ran around my back as he helped me out of the chair, "Another 3 months hey." I said, He laughed n replied with, "Your gonna need a crane soon." Then as quick as he helped me up he released his hold and walked over towards the table and sat himself down. The sandwiches comprised of cheese and tomato and took me all of a few minutes to eat, I must have been really hungry but thinking about it I had not had breakfast that morning. I sat back in my chair and drank the milk watching him finish the last of his sandwich, his jaw line was so defined and his cheek bones so high, this was the first time I had noticed this and the more I looked the more I liked, I must have been starring again because I was aware he was smiling back at me, his blue eyes took on an amazing sparkle, Jesus what was I doing, "So, you are here till Tuesday then?" I asked, "Well, yes or maybe a little longer till they can finish the repair on my car, If that is all right with you?" My smile gave my answer away and he smiled back while gathering the dishes and glasses together. I walked into the kitchen and ran the hot tap filling the bowl with water then added a little bit if dish cleaner and stepped back to watch the bubbles form, he slipped the dishes and glasses into the hot soapy water as I leaned over to turn the hot tap off, my tummy pressed against the cold rim of the sink as I slid my hands into the warmth of the soap sudded bowl and proceeded to wash the few items within the bowl, I could feel his breath on my neck he must have stood a good foot taller than me and his presence so close was giving me goose bumps down my spine. I shuddered and he rubbed my arms asking if I was cold, told him I was a little chilly and he stepped that little bit closer, his firm stomach touching my back, damn I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as his hands slid under my arms and around my not so trim waist, coming together to rest on my bump, I looked down as his hands slid over my bump and within my baby kicked back as if in response to his touch, his head came down and his lips touched my neck then I heard him whisper, "There is nothing more sexy than a pregnant woman especially when as sexy as you are." I tilted my head to try and meet his eyes but as soon as I did he withdrew his grip on me and picked up the kitchen towel, starting to dry the few dishes I had managed to wash and as he did he fixed his eyes on the view from the kitchen window, I stood and watched him for a while, running my eyes up and down his tall muscular body, my head swimming with the thoughts of might have been if he had met my gaze and not pulled away, What was I doing? I questioned myself and answering myself back with does it really matter, I'm smiling for the first time in a long time! I looked out the window and observed what he was watching, a tiny little rabbit eating the leaves off a plant, so cute but my mind wondered back to his touch, the smell of his skin, the softness of his voice, I was wet and it was not my waters breaking. "What would you like to do before we go into town for dinner?" Broke the silence, "Oh, I don't mind what would you like to do?" Was my answer knowing damn well what I wanted to do, "Well, we could go sit out there and watch the world go, if you want that is?" "Yes, sounds lovely, I'll grab the keys, last one to the door locks up hehehehe." The sun was now beating down and had to be in the 70s' for sure, unusual for this time of year but who was I to complain, it meant no coats and muscles showing through shirts, damn! I so needed to take my mind off him, we walked towards the cliff edge and down a man made set of steps leading down to a ridge below, the sun caught it just right, we sat down, well rather he helped me sit down while smirking at my attempts to bend, we both lay back against the cliff wall, cold to our back but not enough to be unbearable, his hand slid over and took mine into his, I turned my head and looked into his eyes, "What do you want from me?" I asked, "I believe I want you, plain n simply you." I smiled and leaned over meeting his lips with mine, his kiss was passionate as his hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me closer, gripping onto my hair tilting my head up and sliding his tongue into my mouth, he was so masterful with his kiss, made me feel so totally out of control but yet I liked the feeling. He pulled his lips away from mine and just smiled, "What are we doing?" I asked, "No idea but it feels so right, do you want to stop?" "No." "Then kiss me again." I closed my eyes as this time his kiss was slower and less forceful, passionate yet less demanding, once again his tongue danced with mine and as his hand slid up my leg my arms wrapped around his neck. I was leading the way and he was following, his hands now on my hips and pulling me closer to him, the warmth of his body penetrating through his shirt and through my dress burning into my flesh, my body now aching for him to be all over me, with my bump resting on his thigh and my left leg across his he slowly lay me down, I could feel the coldness of the stone underneath me but the heat of his body was warming me through and all this felt so right, the view of the seagulls flying above our heads as I lay my head back and his kisses ran down my neck to the top button of my dress. He looked up and smiled, "Want me to carry on?" He asked, "Yes," I released my grasp of his body and opened the buttons on my dress, one by one while looking into his eyes, he was watching my hands and as I reached the forth button his hand closed around mine, "Not yet." I let go of the button and slid my hands up around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair, he placed his hand beside my head and leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose, I smiled as he carried on kissing his way down to the open button, once again he stopped and looked up at me, part of my breast was exposed yet still lay beneath my bra, one of my favourite bra's a lovely white lace one with tiny little pink roses stitched into it and yes I have the matching panties on, after all cannot go out without matching underwear, what if I was to have an accident! It was at that point the rain came, the largest droplets of rain I had seen in a long time, splashing down lading on my face, he laughed and suggested we hurry up inside the cottage before we was washed away out to sea. He stood up and bend down lending out his hand, I took hold of it and he raised me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me to support me as I slipped slightly, the rain was making it hard to see as it was now coming down real heavy, slowly we made our way up the steps and into the cottage. "Phew, what a day hey?" I said as the rain dripped from my hair down my face. "You look like a drown rat standing there, you're catch your death in them wet clothes, go take them off and I'll run you a nice hot bath." Heaven had been reached, I walked upstairs and into the bedroom kicked off my shoes and peeled my soaking wet dress off, and slipped out of my wet bra and panties, reached for my night gown and slipped it on, while turning to leave the room I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror on the front of the double wardrobe door, I looked massive, "How could any man want to be with me looking like this?" "Well, I think you look beautiful." "Oh my god, I have to learn to keep my thoughts in my head." He smiled and walked over to me, "First sign of madness is talking to yourself I have heard say." I blushed and looked down, he raised his hand and lifted my chin, his eyes were so blue, the deepest blue I had seen for a long time, could jump into them and swim my life away, "You really are a beautiful young lady and I mean it when I say it, you are carrying the greatest gift one can be given inside your body, be proud of the way you look!" I could feel a tear well up as he turned around and led me out of the bedroom into the bathroom. The smell of lavender was everywhere, candles flickering and bubble floating on the water in the bath looking like a cloud, "Well, what you waiting for?" He walked out the bathroom and stood in the hall, I smiled and slipped off my robe, it landing at my feet, somehow I could feel his eyes burning into my flesh behind me, I attempted to step into the bath but I stumbled and slipped, all of a sudden I felt his hand take my arm as his other hand slid round my waist steadying me, he helped me into the bath and as I slid down into the hot water my body automatically relaxed, it felt so good. I took the sponge and added bath creme to it and slowly started to wash, the sponge sliding over my body the water lapping at my shoulders, when I finished I lay me head back and closed my eyes, he was sat on the linen box, watching my every move, I could sense his eyes all over my body but I did not care, it felt right like it was meant to be, "Shall we take my car into town?" I asked to break the silence, The rain was worse, I could hear it pelting down onto the window pains and the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance, "Why don't we skip going into town and grab a snack later, personally I fancy you for dinner, if that's okay with you?" The silence came again as I opened my eyes and looked over to where he was sat, "Okay," I replied, "help me out this bath and I'm all yours!" He stood up and walked over towards the bath, leaned over and pulled the plug, I could feel his hand in the water by my foot, he slid his hand around the bottom of my foot and over my toes then down over the top of my foot and along my shin, my thigh and ............. "Stop, not here please." He looked up and slipped his hand out the water and held it out for me to take hold of. Getting out the bath seemed like more trouble than getting in and as I slipped around like I was on ice, he scooped me up and took me out the bath, sliding my body down his till my feet touched the floor, "Your all wet." I pointed out to him. As he grabbed the towel off the hook by the bathroom door and wrapped it round me I started to open the buttons on his shirt, as each button opened I slid my finger nail down his chest, he watched till the last button was opened and then he went for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops of his jeans dropping it to the floor, After securing the towel I slid both my hands up over his chest each hand leading off to a shoulder and slowly over his shoulders sliding the unopened shirt off and down his arms, It slid off with ease and landed behind him on the bathroom floor, this time I took his hand and through the opened bathroom door I led him right to the bedroom and over towards the bed. I suggested he sat down on the bed and I took a step back, the muscles I had seen beneath his shirt where now exposed and what a sight to see, I looked up and right at his face, standing there for a split second wondering why I was doing this then as soon as the thought popped into my head it dissolved and as it did my towel dropped to my feet, his eyes widened and a smile formed on his face, I stepped over towards him and stood directly between his opened legs, his hands slid up my outer thighs and up to my waist sliding round and meeting at the small of my back, his lips felt warm as they kissed my tummy, looking down I could see him kissing his way down my bump, down to where I so wanted him to go. He looked up still with that incredible smile on his face and as I pushed him back onto the bed he took me with him, gently laying me down next to him onto the softness of the woven bed throw, my hand landing on his chest and sliding down towards the button on his jeans, his hand slid over the top of mine and squeezed tight, I looked up, "Please?" He released his grasp and slid his hand down and popped the button for me, still looking deep into his eyes I slowly slid my hand down and took hold of the zip, as I pulled down the zip I could feel his hardness beneath, my hand trailed off the zip and rested over his hardness slightly squeezing, I could feel his body tensing up as he rolled me over onto my back and placed his lips on mine. His tongue danced with mine once again, as his hand ran up and down my side then over my tummy and down to my wetness, my legs parted as his fingers slid between my wet pussy lips, seeking out my clit, as he rubbed my clit my hands were sliding over his hard body feeling every muscle tensing up. He pulled me close as his kisses travelled down my neck and his fingers sliding off my clit and down into my wetness, my back arched and as I let out a gasp as his fingers slid into me, this had been the first time in a while I had felt a man touch me in this way and my body was reacting, I was so horny, so ready, so in need and so damn wet, I could feel my juices flowing from me as he worked me with his fingers, his kisses travelling from my neck down to my breast, his tongue licking at my nipples, right one then the other, back and forth, taking then in turn into him mouth and sucking, my head by now is thrown back and my body is moving in time with his fingers sliding in and out of me, faster and faster, My Destiny "Oh My God yesssss." Then he stopped. I looked down at my spread wide legs and then up to his face, he was smirking, he kissed my lips and stood up, slid off his jeans and boxers and kicked them to one side, His cock looked so hard as I lay there awaiting him, wanting him, needing him, my fingers found their way to my moistness and slowly I started to rub my clit, he knelt down on the floor between my open legs that were now hanging half on and half off the bed, and with that smirk still across his face he buried his head between my legs, my fingers slid off my clit and as I ran my hands up over his head I grasped hard to his hair and pushed up my hips feeling the full pressure of his face buried deep, his tongue sliding into me and his nose rubbing along side my clit, I raised my legs and rested them on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the back of my thighs and grasped at the inside of them pulling my legs open wider so he could move freely without me snapping his neck as my body tensed with the first wave of orgasm. As my body jolted and my muscles tensed, I felt his fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy rhythmically, as his tongue darted back and forth across my clit, my nails dug into his scalp and I let out a moan as the second wave of orgasm hit me, I drew up my knees and placed my feet flat onto his shoulders and tried to push him away, I could not take it anymore, needed him deep inside me, my body ached to have his swollen throbbing cock deep within, pushing back and forth. His fingers slid out and my body relaxed and as my grip released he knelt back into a sitting position, his heels supporting him and his hands either side of my hips on the bed, I leaned slightly to the right and sat myself up, now face to face I cupped his cheeks in my hands and drew his faces nearer to mine and slid my tongue across his lips, his mouth opened and my tongue slid in, I could taste myself as we kissed, his hands wrapping around my back and pulling me close towards him, my butt resting on the edge of the bed, his hardness level with my wetness, I could feel the twitching of his cock and the need for him to be within me was to great, I slid my hand down between my legs and guided him towards my opening and with a slight push on his behalf he slid into me pulling my body that little bit closer as he filled me up completely. My tummy was clearly in the way but we managed to gain a good position and slowly we built up a rhythm, rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed, my nails dragging up and down his back, his hands massaging the base of my back, gripping my butt each time he pulled me in closer, it seemed like only seconds when I felt his body tense up, his head buried deep in my neck, as he pulled me real close causing me to fall back onto the bed body ridged with orgasm and for him to practically stand as he exploded deep inside me, bodies shaking and jolting, cuming together. As his body calmed down his eyes met my gaze and as I lay on the bed, totally exposed to this man, not even knowing him a full day, feeling like I had always known him, his smile beaming, the grin from ear to ear I found my self asking, "What is your name?" I held out my hand and as I felt him slide out of me his hand took mine and helped me to a sitting position, once again I was on the edge of the bed, he knelt down between my legs only this time his eyes were still fixed on mine and his smile still beaming, "Do you fancy that snack now?" Snack I thought, damn that's the last thing I expected him to say but before I could repeat my question asking for his name I found myself saying, "Snack!" "Yes you know, food" "I would prefer to snack on you hehehe" And with that comment my hands slid down his arms past his hands and as my hands slid down he rose to his feet and before me was all the spender of a banquet, "Hmmm" I leaned forward to taste but he stepped back, I looked up with a puzzled look on my face. "Put a gown on, I will go find something to eat, you need to eat in your condition and anyway your going to need your strength for later!" "I am?" "Oh yes you are," He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead then grabbed his boxers and left the room leaving me naked and extremely horny sat on the edge of the bed. I looked over at the clock, it was 6:50pm and he was right I needed to eat, once again my tummy was rumbling and the baby was most definitely awake, kicking me in the ribs and using my bladder as a punch bag, I looked around for my robe then remembered it was still on the bathroom floor so I picked up the towel I had worn from the bathroom to the bedroom and wrapped it around my body. It was slightly damp to the touch and as I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom I felt a chill run up my spine, once in the bathroom I dropped the towel in the linen basket and used the toilet, washed my hands and grabbed my robe off the floor and wrapped it round my shoulders. As I slid my arms into the robe sleeves I heard a noise from downstairs, I wrapped the gown tightly around my body, tide off the cord and walked out the bathroom, down the stairs and then towards the kitchen where the noise had come from. "You okay in there?" I shouted. As I got nearer to the kitchen I could hear muttering and as I opened the door I could see him gathering pasta up off the floor, "Damn bag bust," I could not help but laugh, he looked up and smiled and asked if I was going to help him any time soon. I leaned over the table and gathered up what has landed there, sweeping my hand across the table and brushing them off the edge into the pan that had been sitting on the table, I leaned back against the table and watched as he finished picking up the last of the pasta off the floor and disposing of it into the bin, as he turned his eyes caught mine and he walked over to me, his lips were moist as they met mine and his hands run down my back sending shivers up my spine and as his hands cupped my butt I raised my leg and as he took hold of my leg I felt myself lifting off the floor, my legs wrapping around his waist, his hardness pushed up close to me, just the cotton of his boxers between us, by now my robe was open and slowly slipping off my shoulders, his hands supporting my butt and back my tummy pressed so close to him just allowing us to kiss with comfort, the kissing continued as he bent over laying me onto the wooden table, I could feel myself so wet against his boxers and his hardness throbbing between my legs as his kisses ran down my neck once again. His lips latched onto my right nipple, I could feel his tongue darting back and forth across my erect nipple, my back once again arching, I ran my fingers up his back and grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled it back, he let loose and looked up, "What?" "Let me please you?" I replied, he smiled and stood up taking my hand and helping me off the table, my feet met the floor directly in front of him, I dropped my arms to my sides and allowed my robe to fall to the floor and then slid his boxers down, his smirk grew as I took his hand and led him away from the table, his boxers being kicked off as he followed me, I led him to the lounge and over towards the sofa, told him to sit down in the middle and as he did I knelt down in front of him his legs opened allowing me to slide between them and to gain better access to what I had been craving the last couple of hours, finally I was going to taste what my mouth had been watering for, I took his cock into my hand and felt it twitch as I did so, slowly using my middle finger I found that spot just below the head and began to tease it, his eyes widened as I slowly worked his cock, my other hand running up and down his thigh, slowly a rhythm is built up and just as I feel his leg muscles tense I take him into my mouth, his cock sliding along my tongue and to the back of my throat, a gasp released and as his hands grip tightly on the back of my head I proceed to slide his cock in and out of my mouth my hands now caressing his balls and slowly rubbing the base of his cock, his grip tightening and then loosening on my shoulder, my hair being pulled by his right hand his hips rocking pushing himself deep into my mouth, as I lean closer taking him as deep as I can to the back of my throat and beyond, deep throating him like I had never before deep throated a man. It only seemed like minutes when his hips thrust forward and his grip on my hair tightened, the rush of cum hit the back of my throat making me choke a little as I swallowed in time to meet the next spurt, I felt his grip loosen and I slowly slid him out of my mouth cum now running down my chin, with the back of my hand I wiped my chin and looked up at a well satisfied man, I leaned on his knees to gain my balance and brought myself to my feet, stood there between his legs, cum still on my face, smiling down at him made me feel like a teen doing the naughty in their parents front room, the excitement of it all was overwhelming and the need to just carry on was great but I was hungry and this time it was for food and since I had not eaten for a while I decided I would this time attempt to cook something. It was starting to get dark as I finished the dishes after dressing cooking eating and general chit chat, felt like playing happy families, "Fancy a walk?" came from behind me, I turned round while still drying my hands with the kitchen towel and replied with a sure I'd love that, The view was beautiful, the colour of the setting sun spread out across the sea surface and a solitary boat sat on the horizon, what more could one ask for, well actually hell of a lot more but after the afternoon I had just had I felt best not to! hehe. His hand took hold of mine and we walked hand in hand along the cliff top looking out to sea and chatting, the weather despite the awful rain and thunder storm was amazingly calm and warm and the birds could be heard chirping their good nights as the dark enveloped out surroundings. "When the time comes for you to go, ........" I just had to say it. I looked up into his eyes, "Yes when the time comes?" He replied, "Well you know, will we keep in touch?" His face was lit up by the setting sun from behind where I stood, I could see the look in his eyes that told me the answer before he could say it, "I'm cold," I said to break the silence, He wrapped his arm around me and we slowly walked back to the cottage, once inside I threw my coat on the chair and walked up the stairs and right into the bedroom. I was shattered and needed my sleep, I stripped my clothes off and pulled the covers down and practically fell into the bed, it felt good against my tired body and as I snuggled up I heard the front door being locked downstairs, followed by the stairs creaking as he followed my path up to the bed room, As my eyes closed I heard him enter the room then the covers lift and his body sliding into the bed next to me, his arms were warm as they wrapped around my naked body and his kiss was sweet and ........ The sound of the alarm woke me from a deep sleep and as I sat up in bed I quickly hit the top of the alarm tuning it off, I looked at the time, "Damn it's 8am, I'm going to be late," I dived out of the bed and did all the basics, washed, toileted, dressed, fell over while trying to put my shoes on and buttoning my blouse at the same time, I was a mess and I was still late. I ran down the stairs and ........ "Don't forget the book!" Came from the lounge, I stopped dead and turned around, there he was my hubby stood there with that smile on his and my book in his hand, "I read it last night," "And?" I asked, He looked at me for a while and then simply said, "I loved it," Woohooo I thought to myself and smiled at him, walking over and taking the book from him in exchange for a kiss, well I call it a book but at the moment its a bundle of pages and I was still late for the publisher, I grabbed my coat and then turned to the playpen where my beautiful son sat playing, ruffled his hair, smiled and I was gone out the door and off to where my destiny lay. Ohh by the way, did I not mention, the story was just a story but a story of fact, I finally got married and became a wife and a mother to the best two men in the world, my darling little boy Charlie and yes my, well I'm not going to spoil it by saying who, I think I will leave that for your imagination but lets just say I've always been a sucker for blue eyes! My Destiny I sat astride his chest and squirmed my wet vagina up to his face, leaving a trail of my juices over him as I did so. I poised my vagina over his mouth and said, “Now taste and smell your mother.” I crushed my vulva down onto his mouth. That was when I realised that the young devil had done this before with some girl. He knew exactly what to do. His tongue moved over my vulva, gradually pressing in until he had penetrated beyond my inner lips and entered my tunnel. He flicked his tongue in and out of me for a while as if he was enjoying a favourite meal. In fact for a while I thought he would eat me. Then I felt his fingers lift the little hood over my clitoris. I believe my clitoris is slightly larger than average and looks very much like a miniature penis. I felt his tongue circling the little nub of pleasure and that sent me whirling out into some constellation of sexual chaos. I was beside myself as I dragged his head into me and began to plead with him never to stop. “Oh God…don’t stop...let me die but don’t stop.” He didn’t stop and I felt his arms round my thighs as he struggled to maintain contact with me as I writhed in pure ecstasy. I don’t remember the completion of that orgasm. Whether I passed out again or was way out in space, I don’t know. When I did return to something approaching equilibrium I was on my back with Ryan’s penis hovering over my mouth. “Suck me mother, let me come in your mouth,” he was begging. Still dazed I took him into my mouth and began licking and sucking him. As I returned completely to this world I felt the first pulsation of his sperm. I willingly let him empty himself into my mouth, struggling to swallow his sweet emissions. I knew then that there was nothing…nothing at all I would not let him do to me and nothing I would not do to him. We were totally open to each other. I was quite able and willing to receive vaginal penetration from him, but I conjectured that he would now be sated. I was wrong again…very wrong. The long years when, uncomprehendingly we had denied each other, were now paying a satanic dividend. He wanted me again and I was willing and ready to receive his penetration. We lay side by side facing each other. At last we were able to speak intelligibly to each other. He probed with his penis for my entrance, and once more guiding him in we lay still, united at the genitals. “I love you mother,” he whispered. “You know that, don’t you? I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” “Yes, darling, I’ve known that.” “We’ll be lovers always, won’t we?” “We’d better be,” I thought, “or I’ll kill any woman that tries to take him away from me.” Mildly I replied, “For as long as you want me, darling.” That seemed to content him. He began to move slowly inside me as he looked into my eyes as if he would read my soul. “Yes,” I thought, “He is mine, and he will never be denied all that I have to give.” He shot into me again and then we slept, still genital united. After that night it was as if I had come out of an exhausting journey in a fearsome mountain range, on to a plain of peace and delight. He could not leave me alone. At every opportunity he copulated with me and I had no difficulties meeting his demands. The testing time came when, six weeks after we had first made love, I became sure I was pregnant. It was still to be confirmed by the doctor, but within myself I was certain. Our love had born fruit, and I rejoiced. Of course, whether or not Ryan would be happy about the outcome of our love was still in question. He was young, and whether the pregnancy of his own mother would have the same happy effect on him was yet to be found out. I waited until the medical report confirmed my condition, and then, after we had finished making love one night I told him. “Darling, I’m going to have a baby.” There was a long pause. I thought he was going to make that sort of fuss that men so often make when the outcome of their lust bears fruit; but no! Ryan looked at me with a love I had never known before and said, “You would do this for me?” The feminist me wanted to protest, “I’ll do this for us,” but I let his male ego have its way. “Yes, my love, I will do this for you, and much more.” I spoke prophetically because at this moment I am carrying our third child within me. Thank you God, or whatever powers that be; I have found my destiny.