Blessed Ch. 03-04
A welcome home party and time well spent with Mom. 

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This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or older. It's all pretend, folks.

3.

Kit is slightly worn out by the time his mother slips into her green and gold dress and departs. She doesn't seem affected in the least by their repeated bouts of physical activity, save for an attractive flush on her exposed skin and a glow to her cheeks that, given the light in her eyes, is more literal than figurative.

Kit drags himself out of his messy bed and back into the bathing room, where he takes another luxurious bath. This time alone, and it can only suffer in comparison to the last one. While Kit cleans himself, he contemplates the afternoon's events. He spends most of the bath aroused, his large, thick cock hard and bobbing between his legs.

He has had sex now. No longer a virgin. He is, as Thrace says, a "man of the world." That he gave himself to his own mother bothers Kit not at all. He doesn't suppose any living man could refuse an offer like that from Serana Daramour, however closely related they might be. Indeed, Kit finds himself instead marveling at how natural and perfect it all was. And also, perhaps, the fact that the first woman to bed him was his mother actually makes it all the more erotic and charged an event.

The Blessed, he knows, don't have many taboos. The Scarlet City was rife with rumors of the most base sort concerning the ruling class and their peccadillos. None of the rumors ever seemed to affect any individual Blessed's standing, however. Perhaps because the loudest and most popular rumor concerned the Emperor himself. The Emperor and his many daughters.

Kit shakes himself, sending water droplets flinging around the bath. Whether the rumors be fact or fancy, the truth is, he has lain with his own mother this very day. And she intends for him to have sex with each of his sisters as well, for the express purpose of seeding them with his children.

He is so hard right now that it takes physical effort not to jack himself off into the bath water. But, he reminds himself, he no longer has to resort to that sort of thing. He has warm, willing receptacles for his satisfaction now.

Kit climbs from the bath and summons a towel to dry himself. He notices a shimmering robe on a hook, and realizes Serana left it here. Kit can't help himself. He pulls the robe down and brings it to his face, breathing deep of her scent. His cock throbs between his legs. "Mother," he groans to himself.

He places the robe back on the hook and tosses the towel aside. Kit knows he must look more than merely presentable for the banquet, and he hasn't much time to prepare.

*

When Kit strides into the banquet hall, he discovers that he is the last to arrive.

His sisters and mother are scattered around the room. Grace in a red dress with a cinched waist and plunging neckline, Gabrielle in an abbreviated copper frock that leaves most of her limbs bare, Eva in gray from neck to ankle, and Belle in an artfully designed silver and blue dress that would not look out of place in the salons of Scarlet City. Radiant beyond all of them stands Serana, wearing the traditional green and gold of the Daramour clan.

Serana's skirts swirl and swish along the floor as she glides to Kit's side, threading an arm through his and guiding him into the room. "You look very handsome, darling," she says low and husky, with just a hint of sensuality. Kit is already hardening at her touch and trying not to walk awkwardly into the room. He is glad of the tunic-like officer's brocaded jacket, and how the cut of it serves to hide his crotch.

Belle steps forward, leaving the conversation she was having with Gabrielle by a table groaning under the weight of fruit and cheese and breads of all descriptions. Belle has a glass of wine in her hand, and a twinkle in her blue eyes.

"Well, well, little brother," she says with a smile. "It's good to see you again." Belle is tall for a woman, about Kit's height, with something of their mother's build in her broad shoulders and long limbs. Her luxurious long blonde hair has been trimmed much shorter, but with bangs that artfully hang across her left eye, giving her a coquettish look that belies her mature years. Younger than Grace, Belle looks older. Whether that is a result of the amount of Blessed blood in her veins or the pressures of managing the family's shipping conglomerate, Kit couldn't begin to guess.

"Belle," Kit says. He pulls away from his mother briefly to give his sister a perfunctory hug which she doesn't hold for long. He is not surprised. They were never very close, the differences in their ages and temperaments keeping them apart. Still, he has to agree with her. It's good to see her again. It's good to see all of them. He has missed his family these last ten years. He hopes that Grace can make good on her promise, that he might see his brothers as well before he departs for the front.

"How is your family?" Kit asks, as Serana glides away to fetch herself a drink. A cloud passes over Belle's face, gone almost too quickly for Kit to notice, but before he can wonder if he has said anything wrong, she is all smiles and twinkles again.

"Vandred is managing the home office while I take this vacation, and little Sammael is keeping him company." There's a wistful note in her voice as she speaks of the husband that Kit only met once, and the young nephew he has heard of but never seen. His family has entire lives of their own, lives they have built while he has been away, and it touches him that Belle would give that up to be here, now, just to see him.

"I know what it's like to be away from your loved ones," Kit says, awkwardly putting a hand on his sister's arm. "Thanks for being here, Belle."

She is silent for a moment, staring at him. The smile and the twinkle have faded. Suddenly she smiles again, and Kit realizes that the first one was a mask, for this smile is full of genuine warmth and feeling. "You are welcome, Kit. Come, your hand is empty, and this is a banquet." She turns to one of the servants, almost invisible against the wall, and indicates that someone should get Kit a glass.

A string quartet, augmented by a flautist, begins to play in the far corner of the room. The acoustics carry the music throughout the hall, but never so loud as to obscure conversation.

Kit takes a deep draught from his cup. He and Belle chat amiably for a time, until, feeling peckish, Kit breaks away to nibble at some food. Suddenly Gabby is at his elbow, standing almost uncomfortably close, large breasts straining at the bodice of her dress and nudging against Kit's shoulder.

"How was your afternoon, Squirt? Get plenty of 'rest'?"

Kit blushes furiously, despite himself. He turns to look his sister in the eye. She is smirking, clearly trying to make him uncomfortable and loving it. But there is something else, something unfamiliar in her expression. Is she jealous? Kit recalls Gabby's remarks in the hallway before the door of his room. Maybe Gabby wanted to be the first to "welcome" him home.

His cheeks lightening, Kit smiles. "Mother and I had a lovely time, Gabrielle. But no, there wasn't much rest involved."

It is her turn to color. She blinks, frowns, realizes her joke has turned on her, and suddenly smiles. "I'm pretty sure I could wear you out, little brother. And I'm looking forward to trying."

Kit swallows. He did not expect so brazen a comment. It is one thing to contemplate incest with his sisters, it is another thing to see it offered, even after the day he has had.

He is rescued by Grace gliding up to the two of them and intertwining an arm through one of Kit's. Her plump breast presses against his arm, a by now familiar and welcome feeling. "You two look like you're having a heated discussion," Grace says. "But I really would like to dance. What do you say, Kit? Will you dance with me?"

Gabby looks momentarily furious, but the look quickly subsides into a knowing smirk. "Go ahead," she says loudly, and then with a lustful look into Kit's eyes she adds more softly, "Save the best for last." Then she is gone in a swirl of copper skirts.

Grace guides Kit out onto the floor in front of the musicians. He puts a hand on her shoulder and the other on her matronly hip, waits for the beat, and begins to lead her around the dance floor.

"I hope you don't mind me whisking you away," Grace says.

"Not at all," says Kit. He is trying hard not to admire the long line of cleavage revealed by Grace's plunging neckline, or the way her heavy breasts shift and ripple with every energetic movement.

"It's just that you looked like a deer caught in lantern light. I thought it best if I intervened. I'm worried that Gabby may be taking this whole situation oddly. She's being a bit too forceful. I'll have to talk to her." Grace pauses. "Before Mother does."

"Yes," Kit agrees, almost absently. Grace has truly enormous breasts, he realizes. He has always known she was gifted in that respect, but he never really noticed before. He was just a child when she married, but still. He wonders if they are the same size as their mother's. They look too large for Grace's frame, but then again his sister is nearly a foot shorter than Serana.

Grace giggles. Kit forces himself to look her in the eye. "Are the girls distracting you, Kit? Have you heard a word I said?" Her reproach is toothless, given the twinkle in her eye.

Kit smiles. He pulls Grace a little closer, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest, her waist in his hand. They dance wordlessly for some time, staring into one another's eyes. Grace has a silly little smile on her full lips, and Kit can only assume he is mirroring her. There is something very right about holding his oldest sister this way, something natural and perfect. He wonders if she feels it too.

The bell for dinner is sounded. The music tapers off. It takes another long moment for the dancers to realize anything has happened. Grace giggles again, like a teenaged girl, as Kit finally releases her.

"Whoever taught you how to dance, Kit, they did a fine job."

"Thank you, Grace, but I must assure you, I have never danced so well as I just did with you." The words would be trite, he is sure, were he not so sincere. She blinks, eyes suddenly large, and kisses him chastely on the cheek, like the sister she is.

They make their way to the table. Kit is placed on Serana's right hand, Grace on the left. Belle sits beside Kit, while Eva and Gabby are placed on the left side of the table next to Grace.

As the courses are laid out and the music plays spritely in the background, the six of them talk back and forth. Naturally, most of the conversation concerns Kit and his adventures in the Scarlet City. He regales them with stories of the Emperor's Court, which he visited on six separate occasions, and the galas he attended, and the celebrities he saw and met. He is able to share his one Lord Melmoth story, which causes Gabby's eyes to alight, and he notes that when he talks of the soaring architecture in the Divine Quarter, Eva grows more attentive.

While the siblings talk, Serana is content to sit back, sipping wine and nibbling at her food, just enjoying having her children home with her. Occasionally, she places some small delectable piece of food directly into Kit's mouth, and if anyone is made uncomfortable by the simple eroticism of those gestures, no one says anything.

At last, dinner is finished, the plates swept away, and while dessert is prepared, the musicians strike up a jaunty tune. Grace and Gabby drag Kit back to the dance floor, and even Eva and Belle are convinced by the wine and general good feeling to take part in a few fast-paced country dances.

The servants wheel in a chocolate waterfall decorated with all manner of fruit and other delicacies, and Kit and his sisters break from dancing to sample the sweets. Serana is waiting beside it, almost beaming at seeing her children enjoy themselves so much.

In repayment for her solicitude during the main meal, Kit dips a large strawberry in the dark chocolate pool and brings it to his mother's lips. She opens her mouth with a glint in her eye, her ruby red lips wrapping sensuously around the end of the berry as it drips chocolate onto her outstretched tongue. She bites down. Juices and chocolate sauce drip along her chin, and she giggles girlishly, using tongue and fingertip to stem the flood and elegantly get it into her mouth.

In retaliation, she finds a slice of pomegranate, dips it into the chocolate and brings it up to Kit's lips. He opens wide and she slides the fruit into his mouth, letting her finger slip between his lips. Kit sucks lightly in the digit, cleaning it of the little bit of chocolate on it, and there is an audible sucking sound as Serana slowly pulls her finger free.

If Kit had eyes to notice his sisters, he would see Eva blushing and looking away, Belle frowning, Gabby with a hand over her open mouth in disbelief, and Grace smiling in admiration. But at this moment, he only as eyes for his gorgeous mother.

Without thinking about it, Kit puts his hand on his mother's generous hip and pulls her close to him. His chocolate stained lips find hers and they kiss, lightly at first, but with increasing passion as Serana's tongue slides between her son's lips and invades his mouth.

This goes on for long moments, the two lovers lost in their embrace, eyes boring into one another's, lips and tongues and hands moving freely.

Until they break away, both gasping for breath, a wild look in Kit's eyes and a stray lock of hair falling across Serana's brow and cheek. Her green eyes, glowing with intensity, sweep across her daughters, noting their reactions, both physical and emotional, outward and hidden. She smiles. "I think Kit and I will retire for the night," Serana says. "Grace, make sure everything is in order, would you? Good night, girls."

With that, she takes Kit by the arm and guides him out of the room. He has enough sense to bid his sisters a good evening as well, but it is clear his thoughts are not entirely with them.

*

Gabby is in a daze when Grace turns to her sisters. Eva is trying to look at anything but her family, and Belle is contemplating the bottom of her glass, as if considering how much more wine she could consume before the evening is truly over.

Grace claps her hands, bringing her sister's attention directly to her. "Well," she says, "that ended about how I expected, actually."

"Did you see that?" Gabby says incredulously.

"We all did," Belle says drily. "I expect we'll see plenty more of it before it's our turn."

"Indeed," Grace says. "So let's not lose our heads. There's still much to do. Belle, Fiona is set to arrive some time tomorrow. Would you be a dear and check to make sure her apartments will be ready when she arrives? Can you also arrange a carriage to pick her up?

"Eva and Gabrielle. I will need some assistance corralling the servants. The musicians are to be housed in the Onyx Tower. Eva, could you see to that? Lovely. Gabby dear, you can help me make sure the kitchens are tidy and the dining room is all cleaned up. Don't make that face."

Grace looks from one sister to another. They seem more settled. Belle fills her glass one more time and departs, while Eva swishes over to where the musicians are packing up their instruments. Gabby stares wistfully at the doorway through which Mother and Kit departed. Grace understands how her sister feels. But there is work to do.

"Come along, Gabrielle," Grace says. With one last backward glance, her youngest sister complies.

4.

Arm in arm, Serana and Kit glide out of the dining room and into the halls of the palace. With a gesture, Serana summons one of the servants, and arranges for some of the fruit and molten chocolate to be sent up to her apartments, as well as a few bottles of wine.

Kit is happy. Relaxed but aroused. He never in his life thought to be in this situation, but he is enjoying it now that it is here. He loves the feel of his mother's body as she curls against him in the hall. The sound of her skirts as they swirl around her delectable legs. The way her full breasts subtly shift in the low-cut bodice of her dress with her every movement.

On sudden impulse, Kit stops in the middle of the hall and pulls his mother to him. She releases a little gasp but does not resist. His lips find hers and press upon them with fierce passion. Her lips part, her tongue darting into his mouth to taste him, to wrestle with his. Kit's arms wrap around his mother and despite her greater height and superior Blessed strength, he pushes her across the hall and against a tapestry hung on the wall.

Serana's hands find and cup her son's hard, muscular buttocks as he continues his oral assault. She shifts, slipping a thigh between his legs, and feels his hardness there. Serana moans into her son's mouth.

Despite himself, Kit is surprised when he feels his mother's fingers unbuckling his belt, pushing his jacket open, and reaching into his pants. Her long, slim fingers wrap around his thick cock and pull him free, tugging the front of his trousers down in the process. Moving on instinct, Kit responds by bunching up his mother's skirts. They drape across him as he maneuvers his lower body underneath them.

The bulbous knob of his cockhead, already weeping precum, nudges against his mother's leg. He feels the fabric of her thigh-highs and then the smooth silkiness of her thigh. And then his cock is nudging against her naked and wet pussy lips. Kit groans. His mother sat through the entire dinner party without panties. Did she expect this to happen? Did she hope he would mount her there on the dinner table? Part of him wishes he had, especially as her nether lips open up and he slides into her with a wet, slippery sound.

Both of them, still mauling one another with lips and tongue, groan into the other's mouth as Kit slowly sinks into Serana's heated depths. His hands find her narrow waist and wrap around as his hips begin to hammer into her. Her legs rise up, skirts rustling, to wrap around him, his body pinning hers against the tapestry and wall. Serana entwines her arms around her son's neck and finally breaks their kiss, forced to throw back her head and cry out in sheer, unadulterated pleasure as her youngest son plunders her secret garden.

His mother is hot and tight and wet. His cock feels almost scalded as Kit drives piston like into her again and again, her juices soaking into the sensitive flesh of his cock, dripping out to mat his crotch hair and slicken his swaying balls.

Bereft of her scarlet lips, Kit fastens his own on his mother's throat, sucking and kissing, tasting her, licking up her sweat. Her hips move beneath his gripping hands. Her perfect ass bounces off the wall as she thrusts back at him with equal fervor and abandon.

Breathless obscenities spill from Serana's mouth, balanced by entreaties of love and devotion. Mother and son climb quickly to climax, driven on by need and relentless passion. They fuck for only a few minutes before Serana begins to shudder and shake and moan in Kit's hands. He feels his mother's pussy tightening its grip on his cock as it drives into her, and feels the familiar tingle at the base of his cock. He grips his mother's waist harder and slams home one last time, as deep as he can go, and feels the rush of orgasm rising, rising, rising - and exploding out of him as his large cock throbs repeatedly deep within his mother's pussy, sending thick, viscous ribbons of semen into her fertile womb. Again and again his thick muscle contracts, and with each contraction Serana shudders and moans anew.

Kit barely notices the glow lamps on the walls flaring brighter and brighter as he couples with his mother. Now that it is over they return to their normal level, darkening the hallway again.

The lovers relax into one another's embrace. Kit quietly recovers his breathing. Serana looks over his shoulder, and whispers into his ear, "I think Belle just stumbled upon us."

Despite himself, Kit starts. He half turns, looking behind him, seeing only an empty corridor. He is suddenly all too aware of his situation; half-hard cock embedded within his mother, her limbs entwined around him, their combined juices flowing down her thighs. In the middle of a hallway.

"She's gone now," Serana says quietly. "She stayed to watch for a few moments and then scurried off." She smiles and begins to gently disengage herself from Kit's hold. "I think, too, that she is surprised at how aroused she was by witnessing our coupling."

"Really?" Kit says. Serana finds her feet once more. Kit steps away, pulling free of her clasping pussy with a wet sound that makes them both chuckle. Serana smooths her skirts while Kit pulls up his pants and rethreads his belt.

Serana smiles enigmatically, and seems about to say more, but before she does a pair of pretty servants turn a corner, guiding a cart piled high with fruit and chocolate and bottles of wine. They curtsy in Serana and Kit's general direction as they pass, but fail to react as Kit finishes buckling his belt.

Arm in arm, Kit and his mother follow the cart to her rooms at the other end of the palace.

*

Serana's apartments are sumptuous but tasteful. Stylish, but clearly lived-in. She has a study, a drawing room, a dining room, a full bath, a bedroom, a kitchenette, and a balcony that looks out over the courtyard. A cool evening breeze blows into the room, ruffling Kit's hair, as his mother dismisses the servants and shuts the door.

"It is an exquisite feeling," she says as she turns to her son and kisses him lightly on the lips, "to feel your lover's ardor dripping down your legs."

She kisses him again. "But it is also a very sticky feeling," she adds with a light laugh. "I am going to freshen up. Have some dessert, pour us some wine, and I will return in a moment."

"If you take longer than that, I'm coming in after you," Kit says, letting her pull away and dart into the bedroom. He watches her go, feeling a strange mix of lust and love and melancholy.

The latter feeling, so puzzling, he pushes away for the time being. He opens a bottle of wine and pours two generous glasses. From the back of his brain comes the thought that, even with his attention focused directly on his mother, he should have been aware of his sister in the hall. Has his mother so clouded his mind with lust that he is that unaware of his surroundings? He would never have been caught with his guard down like that in the Scarlet City.

Maybe it is just the fact that he is home, and he feels safe enough to let himself go? He shakes his head, picking up a strawberry and popping it in his mouth. Whatever the reason, he resolves to be more attentive in the future. Assassins may be a remote possibility on this island, but they are still possible. Some part of him must remain on guard at all times.

He feels his mother's presence, an incandescent beacon of Blessed power, enter the room. Slowly Kit turns. Unconsciously his jaw drops open and his pants tighten.

She stands framed in the doorway, a goddess incarnate. Long dark hair loose enough to fall down her shoulders, but pinned back out of her eyes. Fresh makeup, darker and smokier, shadowing her eyes and lips. A necklace of sparkling emeralds at her throat. Her enormous breasts cupped and contained by a strapless black demibra that leaves the high tops of her smooth flesh bare and plumped up, creating a deep canyon of cleavage. Smooth belly declining to an abbreviated pair of black panties that molds itself to her neatly trimmed sex. Long, muscular legs encased in black stockings that cling to her strong thighs like a second skin. Feet encased in modest black strappy heels that give her impressive height a further incline.

Clearly, some measure of magic was involved in her transformation. No one else could "freshen up" that quickly.

Full, ruby lips twist into a smile. "You approve, darling?"

"Mother," Kit manages to say, "you look ravishing."

She giggles, a throaty, girlish sound. "Well then, my sweet, why don't you come and ravish me?"

Kit grins. He stretches himself up to his full height, raising his arms in a mock-threatening gesture. He roars and lurches towards her.

Serana squeals and pivots on her high heels, giving her son a view of her delectable ass, each cheek all but entirely exposed by the cut of her panties. She scurries off, laughing and giggling, into the bedroom. Kit pursues, laughing himself.

Serana throws herself on her bed. It is enormous, and could easily fit four people if necessary. Blankets and cushions abound, draped across a thick and fluffy comforter.

Kit has never been in his mother's bedroom before. He registers it briefly, noting in the back of his mind the craftsmanship of the furniture, the size and sturdiness of the patio doors which are open to the summer night, a wall of mirrors against one wall which must house her closets, and a number of paintings scattered around the room, each depicting family members; some lost and forgotten, some never known or met, and others who are in the palace this very night. But right now, Kit's focus is on his mother.

He looms over her beside the bed, admiring her gorgeous body as she drapes herself across the comforter. Her legs are closed, knees slightly bent. She leans back on her elbows, breasts somewhat flattened by her posture, but still primarily molded by her lingerie. Head erect, eyes open and shining, cheeks flushed, lip parted.

Kit shrugs out of his jacket and kicks off his boots. His mother gestures, and his pants and undergarments find themselves on the floor as well. Kit smiles and pulls his shirt over his head. Serana scuttles back on her elbows and ass across the bed. She beckons her son with a crooked finger.

Naked, Kit climbs onto the bed with his mother, crawling to her on hands and knees. His cock is already hard and throbbing, a thick staff of muscle between his legs, red and beginning to weep.

Kit crawls across his mother's body. His cockhead nudges against her belly, leaving a leaky imprint, as he leans forward and presses his lips against hers. His tongue drives into her mouth, tasting and dueling with his mother's. She mewls beneath him. Her arms come up and encircle his broad shoulders, while her bra-clad breasts rise up to press against his chest.

Serana releases him, breathless. Her hands apply gentle pressure to his shoulders. Guided by his mother, Kit slides backward. Face to face with the long dark line of her cleavage, Kit buries his nose and lips between the soft, inviting fullness of her breasts. He kisses and licks their mighty expanse, rubs his rough cheeks against her smooth flesh. He kisses her nipples through her bra and is about to pull the garment from her when she gently pushes his shoulders again.

Kit obliges. He kisses his way along her abdomen. Soft, delicate kisses that alight like butterflies along her flawless skin. Her stomach flutters beneath his lips. Still she nudges him lower.

Grinning to himself, knowing what she wants, eager to show her that he can bring her the same pleasure her mouth gave him, Kit slides further backward. Now he is face to face with her panty clad pussy. There is a damp spot on the front panel, and the fabric is tight enough against her that Kit can make out her lips. He grasps the edges of her panties and, after looking to her for approval, tugs them down her legs. He throws them aside without another thought, turning back to the treasure between his mother's legs.

Her neatly trimmed mound, a triangle of short dark hair, adorns her otherwise bare lips. They are engorged and pink, slick with his mother's juices, and releasing a heady scent that makes Kit dizzy with lust. At the apex of her lips, he sees a nub of flesh, and instinctively he places his lips against it with the same force as one of his butterfly kisses. Serana hisses, the muscles in her thighs jump.

"Darling boy," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Darling baby boy."

Kit kisses her left thigh, sucking lightly. He kisses her right thigh, duplicating the gesture. And he kisses between them, tongue and lips pressing and sucking lightly against her other lips. She tastes divine. Sweet as honey, fresh as saltwater. Inexperienced but eager to please, he does to her pussy what he did with her mouth, driving his tongue between her lips. Kit's tongue extends as far as it can and he lashes it against her inner folds. She moans, closing her thighs around his head as one hand threads through his hair and grips him.

Kit begins to drag his tongue along the lips of her pussy, like he would if he were eating an ice treat; long licks from base to apex. She shivers every time the tip of his tongue touches that little nub. He loves her reaction.

Tentatively, he brings a hand up between them and places a fingertip at her entrance. Her lips suck in his digit, warm and wet and welcoming. He begins to slowly thrust his finger in and out, still licking, but now pausing each time he reaches the top to flick his tongue repeatedly against that nub.

Beneath him, his mother is moaning and panting. She repeats his name over and over, following by the breathless exhalation: "Twelve Gods."

A second finger follows the first, and he speeds up his movements, really fucking his fingers into her pussy. He forgoes the licks, settling his lips and tongue on that little nub that seems to vibrate with electric force whenever he touches it.

Her hips rock, driving her pussy up into his face. Her legs wrap around his shoulders. Her hand, at the back of his head, directs him, as his lips and tongue elicit moan after moan from her. "Darling boy, so delicious, so delightful," Serana gasps. "How you look after your mother, such a good son." She moans. "Good son, good son, good son," she repeats again and again, voice rising with each declaration, until she is roaring a wordless cry and her body is spasming beneath Kit's lips and hand.

Her juices soak his fingers and lips and cheeks. He slurps up her fluids as if they were ambrosia, the food of the gods themselves, having never tasted anything so wonderful and divine. She shudders beneath him for a long time and he lessens his assault, retreating from her clitoris, withdrawing his fingers, but still kissing and licking until she pushes him away, huge breasts heaving and wobbling in the confines of her bra as she gasps for breath.

"I find it hard to believe," she says after a while, "that you have never done that before." Serana is still panting, her body slick and shiny with sweat, damp locks of hair clinging to her forehead and shoulders.

Kit shakes his head, licking his lips. "I swear to you, mother, that you are my first woman in every way." He smiles with a mixture of pride and shyness. "I did receive instruction in the proper way to please a woman, however."

Serana smiles wryly, appearing not to be convinced. "I think I shall have to send that particular instructor a healthy bonus, then."

"I did well?" Kit grins again, this time more insolently.

Sitting up, Serana kisses her son on lips stained with her own fluids. "Very well for your first time," she says. "By summer's end, you will be even better. I plan on spending as much time with your face between my legs as possible." She reaches between them, grasping his thickness, which if anything has grown harder and longer during the course of devouring his mother's pussy. "But right now I need something else between my legs."

Serana falls backward, pulling her son with her. His engorged cock glides across her nether lips. A thick dollop of precum seeps out onto her dampened mound. Serana kisses Kit again, and then actually licks herself off his cheeks. Kit pulls his hips back, adjusts them, and drives forward. But again he glances off the target, the thick plum-shaped head of his cock, slick and shiny with precum, sliding across his mother's mound and belly, leaving a glistening trail.

She giggles, reaching between them to grasp him once more and line him up. His hips jab forward. Kit's cockhead nudges against his mother's pussy. They both gasp into one another's mouth as his dick sinks into her warm, wet, gooey center. Her inner muscles grip and caress him as he slowly penetrates into her very core. Her pussy devours him inch by inch as he takes his time savoring the familiar but no less miraculous feeling of being inside his own mother.

But she is impatient. She wraps herself around him and raises her hips up, all but swallowing him whole, and she cries out with release as her son is suddenly balls deep within her pussy. Kit grunts, all thought of savoring the moment gone, replaced by animal lust and the need to mate.

He pulls back quickly, until only the head of his cock remains, and drives forward with savage intensity. Serana's tits, still encased in her bra, bounce almost to her chin with the force of Kit's thrust. Again and again he drives into her, each thrust with the same intensity as the last. Serana throws her head back and howls, her pussy clamping down hard on his thrusting cock. Her fluids soak into his skin, mat his crotch, drip onto his balls. Still he fucks into her. Their bout in the hallway has given him the stamina needed to really lay into her, while his gamahuching has primed her for repeated release.

She twists her body and his, and suddenly he is on his back, looking up at her as she rides him. Her hair whips around her face, the pins long since lost, a dark sweat-dampened cloud that cannot hide the intensity of the lust in her eyes. She flicks a finger and her bra goes flying off, almost shooting across the room. Her large, heavy breasts with their wide areolas and their beautifully hard nipples bounce up and down as he thrusts into her.

Kit reaches up, cupping a breast in each hand, marveling at how much spills out between his fingers. She leans down, hips slamming into him over and over, and he fastens his lips around a swaying nipple. She shudders and comes again as he begins to suckle in time to the hammering thrusts of his cock into her greedy, fertile pussy.

With both breasts between his hands, he places his head between them, pressing his nose into her breastbone and inhaling deeply her intoxicating scent. His head is all but trapped in her cleavage. He loves the feel of her skin against his cheeks, the weight of each breast in his hands, the hardness of her nipples against his palms.

He licks the skin between her breasts and then kisses his way up to her throat, where he lightly nips and sucks, until he finds his mother's lips and kisses her fiercely. Then, with arms around her back, he rolls them both again, and she is once more beneath him. Not once do his hips pause in their onslaught, driving his raging cock over and over into her weeping depths.

She is twisting and moaning beneath him, her legs in their stockings spread wide to accept him. Her eyes aglow, her full lips twisted into a feral, lustful snarl. Her hands cup his muscular ass, urging him on, deeper and deeper, as he rides her.

She is coming almost continuously now. He can feel it as endless pulses of energy bleeding off of her, into the atmosphere, into the room, into him. All the lights in the room are blazing hot and bright, miniature suns that raise the temperature in the room so that they are both sweating profusely, almost slipping against one another as they furiously fuck. The patio doors, open to the night, explode outward to their full extension, wooden slats rattling at the force. The images in the mirrors of the two of them fucking lengthen and distort, twist and swirl into strange patterns. Kit feels it in his chest, as heat and pressure build in his heart, pumping oxygen into his extremities, swelling his muscles with strength.

He has no sense of time. The moment seems endless. The two of them, the center of the universe. Mother and son, Blessed and Blessed, power and strength, lust and love. The endless moment builds and builds. Kit feels his own release of power rising.

His balls tighten as he plunges his length as deep into his mother as he can go. He feels himself bottom out, the spongy head of his cock almost flattening, and he cries out. Maybe it's her name, maybe it is just "mother," maybe it's no word at all. And then he erupts. His cock throbs and expels its precious load in thick ropes of semen rich seed, directly into his mother's receptive womb. Jet after jet, rope after rope, fills her full to bursting, as he empties himself into her. She rides her own crest as he pumps into her, releasing a cry of her own that shatters the mirrors and light fixtures in the room. Shards of glass and light explode around them as they climax together.

In the darkness, as they lay huddled together in a sweaty, cum soaked mess in the middle of the bed, Kit sees light sparking at the edges of the bed and on the floor. "I think the room is on fire," he manages to say.

Serana laughs weakly. She disengages from the boneless heap of her son and concentrates. Her eyes glow with emerald light. Flames are extinguished as a sudden shrieking wind fills the room. She gestures, and the mirrors and glass flow back together seamlessly. Another flick of her fingers, and the lights begin to flutter back to life.

"We are going to have to get better at containing energy when we make love, darling. We can't be destroying every room we have sex in."

Kit grins. He is slowly regaining his senses and his strength. "Can't we?"

Serana laughs. She settles down next to Kit and molds her plush curves against his angular masculinity. "I suppose," she says. "After all, if you fuck me like that all summer, I could probably have enough energy to build another manor house from scratch."

"You could do that?" Kit wraps his arms around his mother. He is already hardening against her thigh.

Serana snuggles into her son. "A slight exaggeration. But it's one of the less publicized benefits of coupling with another Blessed. The power gain is temporary, but if done enough times, it can become permanent."

"You're saying that the more you and I have sex, the stronger we will become?"

Serana laughs. "I suppose that bonus was a bit premature. Did they teach you anything practical at that school?"

"I'll show you practical," Kit says with a growl. His mother giggles like a young girl, but soon her laughter dissolves into lustful moans.