His buoyant mood of the past days had left him. “Is your conscience eating away at you now, darlin’….?”
“Yeah, you could say that…what seemed like a boy’s wet dream has become so real with you…”
“And not with Elena too?” Gabi saw her boy’s features grow still and hard. “It’s none of my business…is that what your look is telling me?”
“No…just as you and me doing it isn’t hers. Can we leave it there? I’m here with you and always will be, in one way or the other. That’s all I can say…want to tell you.”
Gabi nodded, gripped his arm as he put his hand around her neck and made her look back at him. She met a fearsome, and even threatening, look of his eyes upon her that, until that moment, she had believed expressed only a wayward desire for her.
“Oscar…darling,” she stammered, “nothing matters more to me than the two of us…how we are together…whether it’s right or wrong…just that we are and whenever it’s possible. You should know that by now…you’ve been such a part of my life ever since your father left us and we had to find a way through somehow. There’s no one else I can find that with…you know that I’ve tried…”
“It’s not been easy for me either, where I’m based…”
Oscar quelled the instinct to speak out on seeing her ways with him again, to meet the soft wondering look in Gabi’s eyes upon him, the fit of her dress that failed to conceal the swell of her tummy, her breasts and the soft rustling sound of the skirt as she walked, its brush over Gabi’s thighs, the skin there so warm and fleshy, all of it capturing his attention once more. Oh God! I’m so lost from all that we’ve done…what we will do…how I feel about her! I can’t stop…or help myself in wanting you again, Gabi.
“I understand you, my darling…” she was heard to whisper, brushing fingertips over his face in a sliding caress before she moved to turn off the oven.
What had been a harmless crush of a young man had gradually become an infatuation, one consummated by what she had conceded to when he had first left her for the military life and renewed almost from the moment of his return. She felt the fierceness in his grip as her hand was held out behind her before falling back into his embrace, leant against him and conceded to his caresses.
“I’m with you…” he murmured; his lips pressed to her neck as his fingers drew away her hair so that he could do so.
“I’m lost in this too…I can’t help you be free of this unless I ask you to go away…”
“Which you can’t do…and I don’t want, just yet.”
Oscar met her baleful acknowledging stare, lifted her chin, his grip fierce, and met Gabi’s searching look before his mouth crashed onto hers and the tumult of longing again overwhelmed them.
7
He knelt on the bed, by her shoulder, brushed his hands wonderingly over Gabi’s body, swept them lazily over her thighs as he kissed her belly slowly, lingering on her cleft, flickered his tongue over it, up and down her neatly trimmed mound, before he kissed her breasts, her throat and shoulders, his hand never ceasing in its caresses, before he breathed on her lips, met her stare when he leant in to kiss her.
“That you should want me in the ways that you do…” she whispered before renewing their kisses, gripped his prick and worked it, then moved to take the tip in her mouth. She parted her legs so that he could work his fingers into her clammy heat. “Will I ever get some rest?”
“Soon…we need to finish what we’ve started.” Oscar moved, felt her hands grip his taut biceps as he knelt between her thighs, slicked kisses to her skin before he slipped his hands under Gabi’s bum and lifted her enough as she reached for his hard prick. “Come here…”
She was lifted up like a rag doll, settled on his thighs as he moved to enter her, was lowered onto him, the tip of his prick parting her pussy’s lips and she was drawn fully down onto him.
She shuddered, rocked forward and back, felt as if he would crush the breath from her body.
“You’ll…you’re gonna break me!” she gasped, clinging to his neck fiercely, bucking he hips as best she could, feeling that she was impaled upon him, that he could go no further. “I…I can’t be the only one you do this for!”
“You are…for now!” he groaned in his efforts, leaning forward and bearing their weight on his extended arms. “I…I sure want you…what you’re doing again to me…like this.”
He felt the raging turmoil in his belly, the pressure in his prick as it sought release from what they shared again
Their slow and steady love making soon became a raw animalistic fuck session as Gabi, his mother, became someone else and the woman he lusted over. She wrapped her legs around his hips and clawed at his back with her nails, broke their gasping kisses that had sought to silence their cries of encouragement, and gasped out in her pleasure.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck, darlin’…go on…do that…yes…go on!”
She gave voice to her pleasure and abandon, locked him in her unbreakable embrace of arms and legs as Oscar slammed into her with each thrust, she using every moment to kiss, lick and gently bite his throat, rocked and bucked her hips to match his rhythm, found the strength to wrench on that wonderful arcing prick that filled her, caressed in feathery strokes the walls of her cherished place as they pursued the rush to fulfilment. Her man and boy had become one within her body, possessed her raging thoughts with all that he sought of her and that she was willing to give once more.
“You ever know it like this?” he gasped, tearing his lips away from her mouth and moving to bear his weight on his hands. “Don’t mark me…don’t! Do you hear?”
She nodded, looked back at him with glazed, unseeing eyes. Gabi was lost in the moment.
Oscar felt her body quiver as she was about to orgasm, as he pistoned in and out of her like a well-oiled machine, the room filled with their gasps of encouragement, Gabi’s rising in pitch as she felt him find her, so deep, then linger, her body fully in his possession.
“Share it with me, darlin’…share it with me!” she screamed so loudly that the neighbours might even get to hear them rutting like wild beasts.
Oscar moved slowly to prolong their shared pleasure, wondered how long he could keep on returning to claim her body, to again feel her pussy muscles clenching around his cock as he resumed in driving it into her, hard, and then keeping it there, to share once more in the rushes of their shared orgasms, to wait as they slowly came down from that searing high, that rush of pleasure that had her take the bolts of semen that he expelled into her, the pleasure greater than if he’d worn a condom. Flesh on flesh, shred heat, was all that he craved and that she had given back to him.
“Sorry…” he kissed as he felt Gabi tug on his hair and draw him away from her fleshy breasts. He must have gripped them so tight until the end. He saw the rosy glow on her skin, kissed it gently as if paying homage to her. “You’ve taken my mind off everything…again.”
He settled on top of her, finally, languorously exhausted, and she slowly started stroking his back as her legs fell away from his sides and she lay under him, pushed a hand between them to touch her mons and the base of his shaft, felt their shared clammy heat. Mother, son, friend and lover…they had all become one, in her mind, destructively so, and his leave had only just begun.