****** The Poet's Seduction by Queen Victoria ******
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The Poet's Seduction


For Will Cooper, with many thanks for his suggestions, his emails, and for his
sweet character.

Part 1

Julia sat behind her desk in the study. Before her lay a stack of bills waiting
for her attention, but she had forgotten about them for the moment. Her eyes
attentively watched her son, Joshua, through the window. He was lying on the
hammock that hung on the covered deck on the back porch. Rain fell continuously
around him, but it didn't seem to bother him, or, more likely, it was the
rhythm of the falling rain that had him caught in a trance as he wrote
furiously in his notebook. She wondered what masterpiece he was creating. Her
quiet, ever too serious little boy had grown up into a very talented young man.
When he didn't have his head buried in a book, usually a poetry book, he was
writing. She had read a few of the poems that he had allowed her to see and she
had been blown away by the intensity and overwhelming emotion that he was able
to create with his words. On days like this one, when the smell of the wet soil
mixed with that of the blooming spring flowers, he became entranced and there
was very little that could be done to pull him out of it.

Quite suddenly Josh looked up, looking straight at his mother, as if he'd known
she was watching him. The shock of staring straight into his intense black eyes
sent confusing thrills throughout Julia's body, and caused her to gasp and draw
back a bit. His eyes glanced down, slowly caressing over her breasts, the
uncomfortable top three buttons having been released earlier in the evening.
His eyes moved over her body, moving up to her lips where her head rested on
her hand and her fingers had unconsciously been stroking her full lower lip.
She watched in shock as his tongue slipped out and licked his lips. Reality
broke through her trance, but the effects of that one intense look remained.
She managed a small smile and waved at him. He stared at her for a moment
longer before giving her a small smile and then going back to his writing,
writing faster than ever.

Julia shook her head. She was turning into an old maid if one innocent glance
could have such an effect on her. Confusion was setting in her mind though.
That look didn't seem so innocent. No, she told herself, she was just imagining
things. The problem wasn't her son; it was her lack of a sex life. She settled
back into her chair, berating herself when she realized that her son's stare
had gotten her juices flowing. She felt her nipples pushing against her snug
bra. She was absolutely shocked that her body had betrayed her so horribly. She
had spent the last eight years working to become independent of men. She didn't
have time for foolish sexual liaisons, or love for that matter. One broken
heart was enough for a lifetime.

When Josh was eight years old his father had left them. Julia had come home
from work just before Josh was to get home from school. She had walked into the
house just like she did everyday, taking the key out of the hole, slipping her
shoes off, hanging up her purse, and as she turned to lay her briefcase down by
her desk she saw it. A solid white envelope lay on her desk, with "Julia"
written on the front. Dread overwhelmed her.

She was overreacting, she told herself. Maybe it was a card, maybe, maybe...but
all of the maybes in the world couldn't change what she knew was in that
envelope. With a shaking hand she reached down and opened the flap, sliding out
the single piece of paper that was inside. She unfolded the paper, clasping her
fist against her chest as soon as she saw the all too familiar slanted and
harsh handwriting of her husband. Her eyes never blinked as she read his
excuses.

He had never loved her, he wrote. He had married her because he felt
responsible for getting her pregnant, and he had lied from that day forward out
of guilt. He'd had enough. He wanted to find a woman he could love, a woman
that didn't make him feel resentment every time he looked at her, a woman who
would fill his life with love and passion. All in all, anyone but her.

Julia had sat at her desk while sobs overcame her. She had tried; she had tried
so damn hard to make him love her. She knew he didn't, but her love for him
made her try anything. She had created a beautiful home. She made sure to take
care of him and her son with love and understanding. She had tried to interest
him in their sex life. She had done everything in her power, but it hadn't been
enough. He never loved her.

Julia's biggest regret was that Josh had found her in that horrible state. She
was hysterical when he had walked through the front door after school. He had
immediately rushed to her and just hugged and held her while she cried. He took
the note from her hands and before she could stop him he'd read every horrible
word his father had written about his mother. He'd looked at her silently as
she cried, his fascinatingly dark eyes watching her. Julia had felt horrible.

She looked at him through her tear-soaked eyes and said, "I'm so sorry, honey.
I tried; I tried so hard. I'm so sorry."

He'd crawled into her lap then and lay in her arms, never saying a word, just
showing her his support by being there.

Julia had sworn she would make it up to her son somehow. She had become
independent, in every way. She had devoted her life to her son, praying that it
was enough this time.


Part 2

It was Saturday night and Julia found herself alone in the house. Josh had gone
over to a friend's house, or so he'd said. Julia had thought it rather odd
since Josh rarely went out much. But, she hadn't argued, in fact, she'd hoped
it was something he'd do more often. He spent too much time alone.

She decided to use the night to relax a bit. She took a long soak in the
bathtub and started herself a fire to chase away the chill of the continuing
rain. She poured herself a glass of wine and turned on some soft music. She sat
down and closed her eyes and let the rest of her senses take over. She felt the
warmth of the fire caressing her legs; the whispery swish of the silk nightie
as it caressed her flushed skin. For the first time in a long time she let
herself enjoy her body. Her breasts, still pert at her age, were tipped with
large nipples that when aroused extended out quite nicely. Her skin was an
ivory white, her areolas a dusty pink. Her dark hair contrasted with her light
skin. She kept it shoulder length for efficiency, but that couldn't hide the
sheen and beauty of its thickness. Her lips were very full, and the same dark
shade of pink as her nipples. Though she didn't realize it herself, her brown
eyes grew to black just like her son's when she was aroused.

Her light breathing caused the silky fabric to move up and down her nipples,
sending soft tingles through her body, and causing her light breathing to
become a little heavier. She stretched her legs out before her, her nightie
only reaching mid-thigh. She pressed her legs together, pushing her pussy lips
up against her clit. She moaned lightly. She was on the verge of being drunk,
and so she allowed herself to let go. Her hand moved up to cup her breast. She
rubbed her nipple, and then flicked it lightly with her fingers. She felt it
push against the fabric. Her hips rotated a bit as she continued to torture
herself. She succeeded in getting herself very frustrated, and finally, she
grabbed a hold of her nipple and rolled it between her finger and thumb. The
intense feeling caused her to arch her hips a bit, and she finally brought her
other hand down to meet her anxious pussy. She slipped the thin straps of her
nightie down her arms, slowly, tantalizingly, uncovering her full breasts. The
heat from the fire kissed her puckered nipples, and Julia licked her lips at
the feeling.

God, she was so hot. She finally pulled up her nightie, exposing her naked
pussy. She opened her legs, letting the heat from the fire warm her already hot
pussy juices. She was moaning continuously now as she slowly ran her tapered
finger up and down her slit, flicking her clit with her fingernail, torturing
herself. Her body shook, perspiration broke out on her skin and she sobbed out
her need. She finally delved deep into her dark curls, slowly penetrating deep
inside. Her body jerked, begging for the wonderful friction of her finger so
very deep inside. She gasped a bit, and then pulled her finger back out, only
to return again to her depths with two fingers this time. She began a slow
rhythm, letting her body rock against her hand, maneuvering her pussy muscles
to clamp down tightly on her fingers as her thumb rubbed on her clit; all the
while she pulled and tugged on her nipples with her other hand.

She whimpered and moaned under her manipulations, her juices running down her
hand as her fingers picked up pace. She could feel the tension building; she
knew she was on the verge of her climax. Her eyes clenched tightly as she
focused all of herself on her release. She cried out, slamming her fingers deep
inside her, she was so close! She had to cum, had to have that orgasm that was
so close. In the last second of her consciousness she felt a warm hand cover
her breast and a warm breath on her neck. She couldn't open her eyes as her
climax hit her, hard. A hot mouth came down on hers and she sucked the tongue
that slipped into her mouth as she screamed into the stranger's mouth. Her body
jerked and bucked against her hand and the hand that caressed her nipples.

She continued kissing the stranger as she slowly came down from her orgasm. Her
body tingled and hummed with her satisfaction. She would've purred if she
could, but then, reality hit her and she pushed and shoved at the person that
hovered over her naked, sheaning body.

His mouth finally pulled away from her and looked down at her in annoyance,
"Yes?" he asked.

"Good God, JOSH! What in the hell are you doing? Oh my God! Y-you were...do you
know what you were doing? Jesus Christ, what the hell...why are you here?" she
screeched out in shock. She looked down at herself when he kept staring at her
body and not her face. She shrieked and grabbed her nightgown, pulling it up to
cover herself.

"Yes, I know what I was doing. I was touching you, Mom, just like I've always
fantasized doing," he said in a soft voice, his eyes still devouring her curves
under the silk nightgown.

"Just like you've always fantasized?! Josh, what are you talking about? I'm
your mother for godsakes!" His admission completely baffled her. He couldn't be
serious. He was probably just teasing her...right?

"Mom, Julia, I love you, in every way. You're everything to me and I've been
dying to make love to you for the longest time. You are the most beautiful
woman, and the most wonderful person, how could I not want you?" he whispered
as he leaned over and lightly kissed her neck, trailing kisses down her collar
bone, making her close her eyes as he licked her most sensitive spot.

She shook her head. "No, Josh. No. Do you hear me? Absolutely not! I'm your
mother and I'll be damned if I'm going to screw up your life more than I have
already. No, listen to me," she begged as he tried to touch her again, "This
isn't right, and it's not going to happen. Please, Josh, look at me. You
deserve to find the love of your life. You're at the point in your life where
you get to go off into the world and find her. Don't let me get in the way of
that, please. I've already done that with one man, I won't do it again!" she
cried as she jumped up ready to flee from the room and the nightmare that she
had just been caught up in.

Josh grabbed her wrist, pulling her up against him. "I want you," he whispered
as he looked deep into her mirroring black eyes. "I want to feel you against
me, I want to touch you, make you moan, to look into your eyes as you reach the
pinnacle of your satisfaction."

Julia was caught in his eyes, unable to either move or run away. Her son, the
poet, had immobilized her with his words. His hands caressed her naked back,
moving down to cup her butt. He kissed her neck again, making her gasp, his
lips moved down to her breasts, kissing her cleavage. Julia's breath was
getting heavy again, but by some force unknown to her she was able to pull
herself away from the desire and passion that emanated from her son.

"No!" she cried as she tore herself away from him and ran up to her bedroom,
locking the door behind her.

She went into her connecting bathroom and immediately splashed cold water on
her face, trying to sober herself up enough to take stock of her situation. She
looked at herself in the mirror, trying to come to terms with her son's desire
for her. It was crazy, she told herself, and the last thing he needed to be
thinking about. He was leaving for college in two months; his life was just
beginning. It was insane, she told herself again, and it wasn't going to
happen! She straightened up, giving herself a very determined look. This thing
that had happened tonight would not be repeated. She would not even give him
the chance to bring it up. She could play the cold fish, and she would, if it
was the last thing she did!


Part 3

Julia rubbed her throbbing head as she walked into the cool house from the
intense heat outside that had been the norm for the last few days. She kicked
off her shoes, not caring where they landed and dumped her suitcase right
beside them. Her eyes were burning and she had a knot in her neck the size of
Texas. Her problem hadn't been work today. Her problem was that she couldn't
seem to get any sleep. She was plagued with dreams of her son. Every time she
closed her eyes she would remember the feel of his hand on her breast, and the
arousing flick of his tongue against her own. She would wake up sweating, with
her pussy juices already running down her legs, she couldn't fight the need to
touch herself as the dream echoed in her mind, causing an all consuming ache
deep inside of her. She would jam her fingers inside of her, angry at what had
caused her arousal, even angrier that the memory wouldn't leave her in peace.
She would fuck herself hard, biting down on her lip when she came, not wanting
her son to hear her cumming, not wanting him to know it was him that had her in
a constant state of arousal.

The day hours weren't any easier. Daydreams stole her concentration from her
daily tasks, and when she had to be around her son, he never would let her
forget. He never said a word about that night; it was his actions that told her
he had meant every word he had said to her. She could feel his eyes on her
constantly. He would watch her breasts as she bent down to pick up something.
He would "accidentally" brush up against her in their very large kitchen; his
hand would casually reach out at moments and just softly touch her skin sending
a screaming need straight through Julia. She had no hope that this evening
would be any different.

She was just so tired. She decided that they would have to make do with 'take-
out' for dinner. She went into the TV room to ask Josh what he wanted to eat.

"Hey Josh?"

"Yeah mom?" he said, looking up at her in the doorway, not a casual glance,
never a casual glance with those dark probing eyes. He stared at her, eyebrow
raised, waiting.

She tried to ignore him as she casually straightened up the room. "What do you
want to eat for dinner? I don't feel like cooking so we're going to get take-
out."

She hadn't been watching him while she was talking, her first big mistake. He'd
snuck up behind her and when she stood up she felt him pressed against her
back. She gasped. He was aroused! She could feel his cock pressing against her
butt. She froze. She felt his breath against her neck, her knees almost
buckled. She clenched her hands against her sides, and grit her teeth, trying
to get her breathing under control.

"W-what do you want to eat, Josh?" she demanded from him, trying not to move
against him.

"You," he whispered, and she felt his tongue flick out against her ear.

She moaned inwardly. His hands moved up to her shoulders, her blouse had a wide
neckline, leaving a lot of exposed skin. His hands softly caressed her
collarbone, his fingers making little circles up against the base of her neck.
She felt him press up closer to her, his cock pushing against her.

"All I want is you," he said and leaned over and began kissing her neck, his
hands running down over her breasts causing her aching nipples to stand out
even more.

Her body trembled beneath his hands, betraying her, letting him know how much
she enjoyed his touch. He heard the little whimper in the back of her throat.
He knew she was on the verge of letting go. He let his hands slide down
further, only to push up underneath her shirt, cupping her bra-clad breasts,
slowly massaging them as he rocked his hard dick against her ass, letting her
know how much he wanted her.

Julia could feel her resistance crumbling. She was too tired to fight him off;
too tired to hide how he made her feel. She had to though. She couldn't let
this happen, it was wrong, in so many ways. She gathered up all of her strength
and pushed away from him, quickly slipping out of his grasp before he could
grab her again.

She turned to him with tears in her eyes. "Josh, no more. Don't do this to me.
I-I can't let you do this. Why don't you understand? This can't happen. I'm
your mother, it can't happen!"

Tears poured down her cheeks, and still it was a struggle not to walk back into
his arms to feel the warmth that was there.

"You are so beautiful," he said reverently as he reached his hand out and
stroked the side of her face. "You deserve to be loved as much as you love
others. I just want to love you mom."

Julia sobbed out loud, her heart aching to hear those words, and once again she
found herself rushing to her room, hiding behind a locked door. She threw
herself on the bed, sobbing until there was nothing left but hiccups. She
stayed there for the rest of the evening. Exhaustion allowed her to sleep for a
bit, but as had become custom, she was awakened by another dream of her son.
She rolled over onto her back, blinking in the dark, trying to find the alarm
clock to see what time it was. It was 2 am. She moaned, her head felt worse
than ever and her stomach growled letting her know it didn't appreciate her
skipping dinner. She moaned and rolled out of bed.

She undressed, slipping on her favorite silk nightgown, figuring Josh would be
sound asleep and it would be safe for her to leave her room, she went down to
the kitchen and put some water on the stove and got out a tea packet. She made
herself a couple slices of toast and when the tea was ready she sat down by the
sliding glass doors in the kitchen and watched the moon move across the sky.
The tea helped soothe her headache, and she leaned forward placing her forehead
on the cool glass of the door. She wouldn't let herself think. She forced
herself to just focus on the cool of the glass against her skin and the aroma
of the tea in her hand. She was soon dozing again, too relaxed to care where
she was.

She was soon dreaming again. She felt his hands caressing her body, heard his
whispered words of love, felt his warm breath against her thighs. He was
pushing her legs apart, telling her how badly he wanted to taste her. She
moaned as he brushed light kisses up the inside of her thighs. She felt his
hands pulling at the thin straps of her nightie, pushing the fabric over the
mounds of her breasts, softly cupping her breasts, and lovingly rubbing his
thumbs over her nipples.

Her body arched into his hands, and then she felt herself slipping from the
chair, which immediately woke her up. Her body jerked and she sat straight up
in the chair, trying to focus on the kitchen around her and not on the dream.
But the dream wouldn't go away.

She looked around her confused, felt the warm air against her nipples. She
gasped and looked down to find her son, kneeling between her legs, his mouth
descending on her pussy. She had no time to react before his mouth was firmly
planted on her slit. His tongue ran up and down the length of it, softly
teasing her clit, flicking it back and forth, and then sucking it into his
mouth.

Julia's body jerked up against his mouth. She moaned deeply, unable to think to
stop him. He would lap shallowly against her pussy lips one moment, then the
next he would delve deep inside of her, fucking her with his tongue. He lapped
up all of her juices, watching her face while he tasted her. She couldn't
handle it. Her hips rocked against his mouth, her hips rotating, pushing her
pussy harder against his face. He took the hint and buried his face in her
pussy, his nose rubbing against her clit while his tongue fucked and lapped at
her pussy hole.

Julia cried out, her body arching against him as she felt her release hit her
hard. She grasped her nipples, pulling them harshly as her juices flowed out of
her, coating her son's face. Tremors wracked through her body, her stomach and
thighs quivering as she was overcome by her orgasm. She let go of her
inhibitions, and grabbed her son's head, pushing him into her.

"God yes, ugggghhhhhh, oh JOSH!!!" she cried as the pinnacle reached her.

Her body tensed up as the wonderful feelings ran through her body. She relaxed,
letting go of his head, her hands dropping to the sides of her body, her
breasts heaving from the exertion. Little tremors still wracked her body as her
son continued to lap up her juices, looking her straight in the eyes as he
savored her incestuous juices.

"Oh Josh, why?" she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

"Because, I want you. I need to have you mom, now," he told her as he stood up
and took her hand, pulling her into the living room, to the very couch where it
had all started. He was naked; he must have come from his bed where he always
slept in the nude. Julia clutched her nightgown to her breasts, still trying to
hide from her son's gaze.

"No," he told her as he reached out and gently moved her arms away, then
pulling the nightgown down, leaving her completely naked. His hands slid down
her skin, touching her everywhere, not letting her hide any part of her from
him. He guided her to the couch, pushing her to lie down. He leaned over her,
kissing her for the second time in his life with all of the passion they both
held inside. Julia whimpered in the back of her throat, Josh moved down to her
neck trailing kisses to her breasts, where, for the first time, he kissed her
breasts. He slowly licked one pale nipple and then the next, licking then
blowing on them, making them stand up proudly for her son to see. He moaned at
the sight, and then leaned over and took one into his mouth, suckling on his
mother for the first time in almost two decades. Julia pulled him to her.
Looking down at his bent head, she softly stroked his hair as he sent tingles
from her nipples to his pussy. She watched as her nipple popped from her son's
mouth. She moaned at the erotic sight.

"Yes, baby, yes. Suck on them, arrrggghhhhh..."

She couldn't finish her incoherent mumbling because his hand had moved down to
her pussy. Slipping a finger deep inside her he began to finger fuck her pussy
as he played with her tits. She felt his finger inside her, pushing and pulling
at the walls of her pussy, the friction driving her crazy. She reached out,
grasping for him. Grabbing hold of her son's cock, she began stroking and
pulling. Mother and son masturbating each other, heightening each other's
arousals, causing each other to moan in need.

"Josh," she begged, "please, put it inside me, fuck me, honey, fuck your
mother. I-I've waited too long, I need it, NOW!"

Josh too needed to get inside of his mother. He quickly sat up, removing his
fingers from his mother's pussy, loving the groan that came from her when he
left her empty. He pulled her down over the edge of the couch, bringing her
pussy to the edge. He took her hand and put it on his dick, forcing her to
guide him into her pussy. She did so, with no hesitation, her need overwhelming
her conscience.

"Aaaaggghh yessss, oh god yes, Josh, yes!" she cried as he slowly moved into
her, driving her mad with his slow penetration. He was finally inside her,
completely. He held himself there, watching her eyes and face, knowing he was
filling her. He swept down for a quick kiss before he began moving in and out
of her at a slow pace, not wanting to rush this wonderful moment.

His mother was gasping and whimpering underneath him. With each thrust of his
cock inside of her she would cry out, and when he would withdraw she would
reach out for his hips, trying to force him back into her. It was his fantasy-
come-true. He was fucking his mother. The thought broke through his control and
he started pounding into her. His balls slapped against her ass, his mother's
juices slid down his cock and onto the couch. He clenched the cushions beside
her as he fucked her for all he was worth.

At this pace it didn't take him long to feel the cum building. He pumped
harder, and then reached down between their bodies to stroke his mother's clit,
wanting her to cum as he did. His plan worked. Her pussy muscles clamped down
on his dick, milking it, forcing the cum out of him. Both of their bodies
jerked and spasmed as their cum mingled together. His mother pulled him down on
top of her and clutched at him as he shot his cum deep inside of her. He
collapsed on top of her, staying inside of her for as long as he could.

He leaned up on his arms when he was able to get up enough strength. He looked
down at his mother. Her face was flushed and her body was hot against his. He
saw the tears in her eyes before they fell. He stroked her face.

"Why are you crying?" he asked quietly.

"Because Josh, I've just ruined your life," his mother sobbed.

"No, Mom, you've just helped me write a hundred poems. I've found my muse.
Everything is perfect."


Prologue

Julia walked into the house after another long day at work. She kicked off her
shoes and grabbed the stack of mail, quickly sorting through it, her mind not
much on the task. Her eye was soon caught by familiar handwriting on a small
white envelope. It was from Josh. He'd left for college a few months ago. He
was farther away than she liked, but it was a good college and he deserved to
go there. She took the envelope and began opening it, a smile crossing her face
as she thought about the last summer they'd been together. After she and her
son had made love that first time, it hadn't been the last, Josh made sure of
that. He became her lover in every sense of the word. They laughed together,
talked together, and made love together. He showed her what love really was,
and it made it that much harder when he'd left. He was scheduled to come home
for a visit soon, but until then, his weekly letters and phone calls kept her
waiting.

Julia opened the letter, quickly reading the contents then going back over it
again slower. She bit her lower lip and groaned. He was still working his magic
on her, even from such a great distance....

"I dreamed about you last night, and once again you have inspired me. I'm
sending this poem to you to show you how much I'm missing you, and how much I
still want you.

Love, Josh

Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast

Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily center-placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest
Is each neat niplet of her breast"

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