I've successfully creeped myself out.
His black clawed fingers had ceased travelling as his perplexity at the changing atmosphere had carried his focus elsewhere. His remaining hand was still attached to a firm breast, but immobile as he didn’t quite know what to do with it. He had begun to understand though, what this was all about. Stormy eyes didn’t dare to abandon her face, yet had lost their puzzled glossy shine by now. Spiked heart pace hummed against its ribcage prison, eagerly expressing psychical some delightful anticipation while the mind still figured out how to deal in general. Her effective touch was of a completely new nature, so wrongly right.
What settled the matter was the look on her face as she looked up to him; the shine and warmth of the woman he had known all his life. She didn’t disapprove of him – never had, and she would never make a move to harm her darling boy. Nothing bad was about to happen. This was indeed a new side of her, but perhaps one that had always existed -- that he just hadn’t met until today. Her words were spoken so truly as well, and it made him feel safe. The newly risen chaos in his brain partly settled, and he was reminded of the sweetness of her sinful touch just as she let him go, much to his disappointment now when there was a free moment to really feel it.
The hint of a smile lurked by the corners of his lips though, as she moved closer, straddling him. His hands shifted too, leaving one curve for another, brushing along the rich swell of her hips. The son could feel his mother’s moist heat as it lingered against the concentration of his flaring desire, and his enthusiastic heart continued to climb, vivid and eager. His face titled against her kind fingers, and she kissed him in a way he’d only been kissed once before in his short life. He remembered the rush as the young stranger had pressed her hungry mouth against his, but that first experience was quickly dimming beside the present.
It took only a moment for him to make up his mind and return the kiss with feeling, despite knowing he was horribly inexperienced beside compared to the woman with him. It didn’t matter though, for he trusted her in every way and there was no reason to be nervous or shy around his own mother. He had just been a bit confused for a moment. Strength seemed to return to him, and there was a beautiful burn that needed attendance. Blackened hands brushed up to curl around the leaner part of her hourglass form and tensed, bringing her arched body close against his before pulling her down against his awaiting erection with impatient enthusiasm.
She was the woman that had given him the gift of life, and it wasn’t wrong that the son was to return to the fleshy warmth that had once pushed him out into a cold world.
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