Fellatio (Part 2)
The viscountess, once more chaste than any woman alive, lolled out her tongue like a common harlot. She hollowed it into a shallow curve and invited her son's cock into that waiting space.
"Mmph. Slurp, slurp."
Its size was far from ordinary, so taking even half of it was the most her mouth could manage. But what her lips couldn't reach, her hands could busy themselves with—so it wasn't much of a problem.
"Hahh— slurp, slurp."
She worked him back and forth, relaxing and tightening around him dozens of times. If she couldn't escape this, she could at least finish it quickly. To help her son along, Darin did more than simply stroke him. Every so often she let her lips bump and drag against the shaft, stoking his arousal with each wet collision.
Using the slick mixture of her own saliva and his fluids, she pumped the dark-flushed pillar below. Her mouth opened shyly around the head, and she sucked down the precum beading from the tip with wet, greedy little sounds—the way a woman might lavish affection on a lover. She pressed pale kisses to the shaft and the head in turn, her mouth going from one to the other.
The dense, musky scent of a male in heat rolled up from between his legs, thick enough to drown in. Darin buried her face there. Unlike her own, her son's body hair was far from sparse, and the coarse hairs brushing her cheeks sent a mad shiver crawling over her skin. Still, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried, as hard as she could, to forget where she was.
I'm sucking another man's cock. Not my son's. Yes. The Viscount of Bayorn. He raped me, but he was my husband. Think of him.
But the smell was different. The taste was different. Even that desperate fiction couldn't last. Her son's scent had a strangely savory richness her husband's never had.
She swept her tongue softly along the underside of the shaft, and the two heavy stones nestled behind it brushed her brow. Darin took one swollen testicle slowly into her mouth and worked it with her tongue. Wet, filthy sounds filled the enclosed space of her mouth.
The carriage was well soundproofed. No one was going to overhear. Even so, she felt watched, and so she kept her caresses as quiet as she could, hushed and careful.
She sucked each of his balls in turn, then let them slip free with a wet pop. Her tongue unfurled, and she dragged it in a long, slow stroke from the root of his cock all the way to the head, tasting him as she went.
Darin found herself thinking—she didn't know why—that he tasted better than anyone she'd ever done this for. Perhaps it was the sheer, overwhelming scent of a superior male, turning her brain to mush.
A thick pulse, and the cock she'd been sucking for barely a few dozen strokes began to weep precum without pause. Darin felt a twist of revulsion even as she swallowed her son's fluids down, gulp after gulp. He produced as much of that clear fluid as he did semen.
The hard, yielding shaft split her pitiful lips and drove into her mouth again and again. After only a few thrusts, sticky saliva and precum churned together into a filthy mess that soiled the inside of her mouth. What she couldn't swallow spilled out in long, glistening strands, dripping down her chin and staining her dress.
Beneath the cock pistoning into her, her tongue curled into a hollow and lapped at him, and from that same place the fluid leaked in threads, like unraveling silk.
Kael seemed pleased with the devotion his mother was pouring into the act. Grateful that she was participating so earnestly, he stroked her hair with a gentle hand.
If this woman ever came to love him as a man, he would become the weaker one entirely—the one at her mercy. How could he not? She was doing this for her son, performing a fellatio she didn't even want, and doing it with such care. Across the entire continent, no other woman possessed a heart this tender. His mother was the only one.
If a woman this rare would love him and him alone, there was nothing Kael wouldn't do for her.
"Hahh…"
His mother's delicious work wrung a hot breath from him. Even the way her cheek bulged around his shaft was precious. Rubbing the madly swollen head of his cock against the soft lining of her mouth felt so good he could barely stand it.
The woman's breathing grew ragged around the enormous thing filling her mouth. The shaft packed her so completely she could scarcely draw air, and she was forced to breathe through her nose.
"Hahh— hahh…"
The little gusts from her small nose tickled the hair at the base of his cock. Every time he thrust roughly into her, those amber eyes flinched—and the sight was exquisite enough to stir both his lust and his cruelty at once.
"Mother, I would like to touch your breasts."
The son who had been toying with her ears and her hair voiced the wish with careful politeness.
Darin blinked up at him, his cock still held in her mouth. Then she reached up and loosened the ties at the bodice of her dress, drawing out the right breast she had kept so neatly hidden.
Refusing wouldn't have kept them covered anyway. A single night with him had been enough for Darin to understand what kind of man her son was. Kael was not the type to grow angry with a woman who yielded in bed.
For all her girlish face and slender frame, her breasts and hips were heavy, substantial things. Kael looked at them directly and wet his lips. This delicious flesh he had only ever been allowed to look at was finally his.
"The other side as well, if you would."
Without a word, his mother struggled the other breast free. The sight of that pretty woman sucking his cock while her breasts swayed did something to the man watching her. His eyes began to change—the eyes of a man giving way to the eyes of a beast.
Darin flinched. His grip was tight enough that the flesh of her breast swelled between his fingers—and yet it didn't hurt. She could feel that he was trying, in his own way, to be careful with her.
The man let out a wordless sound of pleasure and kneaded those impossibly soft breasts without rest. That they could be so maddeningly yielding and still spring back with such elasticity—the way they filled and clung to his palms was exquisite.
When he pinched a pink nipple between his fingertips and rolled it, her jaw worked harder around him. His mother was getting aroused from sucking his cock. Was it because they were blood? Their bodies were frighteningly well-matched.
"Nnh— haahh…"
The mother in heat from her son's hands felt her nipples draw tight and stand. Those thick fingers pressed and rubbed the peaks, and a strange, spreading heat rolled through her entire body. Startled by the sensation, Darin squeezed her thighs together, trying to smother the want rising in her.
She had been born sensitive. Not in temperament—in her flesh. For a woman like that to have her nipples worked over again and again, nipples that even ordinary women felt as a vital place, it was only natural that a shiver of arousal would race down her spine.
A darker thought crept in before she could stop it.
I wish he would touch them harder than this.
A warning bell clanged through her skull, ordering the filthy thought out. The hole that had been fluttering even as she sucked him finally, barely, stilled.
I—I can't let myself go like this too.
Yes. The one who should be blinded by lust, the one in heat, had to be her son and her son alone. She was the mother. She couldn't let herself get drunk on the atmosphere alongside him. She was the mother of two children. She had to keep her head.
That she could think such things with her own son's cock in her mouth was almost laughable—but she had to hold herself together somehow.
While his mother wrestled with that chaos of feeling, Kael kneaded her pale breasts to his heart's content and snapped his hips faster. He liked the way his glistening fluids sprayed across that generous cleavage with every thrust.
"Mother, you are beautiful. Like a female."
Beautiful like a female. It was hardly an appropriate compliment to offer one's parent. But it was her son's praise. Was she supposed to thank him for it?
She didn't know.
All she knew was that she had to suck him faster. Make him come.
The beautiful woman panted roughly and worked her mouth over every inch of him without rest. After several minutes of that, even Kael—whose endurance was considerable—reached his limit.
"Nngh…!"
The growl of a male about to spend. The sudden roughness in her son's breathing told Darin he was there. To help her child finish as thoroughly as he deserved, she forced him down to the back of her throat and swallowed around him.
White foam gathered at the corners of her mouth and spilled over. Below, her slender hands stroked his balls, urging her son to let go.
"Ghk—!"
The cock jabbing against her uvula sent a wave of nausea surging up, but she forced her eyes wide and endured it, rocking her face back and forth with everything she had.
"Kh—!"
Kael groaned and shoved the back of her head down onto his cock. Darin's hands flailed. Her eyes rolled. Thick, scalding white pulsed against her throat and the roof of her mouth in heavy, melting bursts.
"Mmph— mmph!!!"
The urge to gag rose so violently she tried to push him off and spit it out—but her son, cruelly, did not ease the hand locked at the back of her skull. To keep from drowning, Darin had no choice but to swallow her son's semen on reflex.
Gulp. Gulp.
Only when the movement of her throat had stilled did Kael finally release her head.
"Hahh— hahh…!"
She had held him in her mouth far longer than she'd expected, and her jaw ached. Darin dragged in ragged breaths, her expression gone vacant as she tried to find her air again. The shock of having swallowed her own son's semen had left her unable to think.
"Thank you, Mother."
The aching call drawn toward her made Darin lift her head. What she met was her son's face—wearing the simple, unguarded smile of a man who had at last harvested the fruit of a long and secret love.
Was it truly so intoxicating—that a woman had given the great hero a single blowjob?
Darin had seen her son smile many times. But she had never, not once, seen him look this genuinely, helplessly happy.
Then was she, as his mother, supposed to be happy with him?
She didn't know. She didn't know anything anymore. Ever since her son had returned from the campaign, the things she didn't understand had only multiplied.
The more she suffered, the happier he became. The happier he became, the more she suffered. It was strange. She was this child's mother. Why couldn't she follow her son into his happiness? Faced with a situation her heart could not make sense of, Darin felt only confusion.
After that, the only thing a mother could do was stare blankly at the son who was still smiling at her.
Behind the shy, laughing light in her son's eyes burned a fierce and absolute hunger—the will to give this woman to no one. Not ever.
Looking at him, Darin understood.
She would never escape her son's obsession.