The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Maid of Marvels]

Greg lifted Sylvie's...

legs over his shoulders, spreading them open in a wide vee before burying his turgid shaft within the slippery softness of her. Sylvie cried out as she felt the inner walls of her pussy spread wide then mold themselves to accommodate his enormous length and girth. She accepted all he could give her and wanted more.

Their eyes met as Greg drove into her, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as she continued to urge him on vocally. Greg grinned at the vision of his mother's pleasure and his gaze shifted downward to watch the glistening wetness of his swollen sex as it slid in and out of Sylvie's heated core.

What was that? Someone at the door! "Sylvia! Are you okay?"

It's Jon! Sylvie grew rigid in a combination of shock and fear. What was he doing? What did he want?

"SYLVIA!!!! WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE???"

"Oh god... Greg... " His movements never slowed as drove into her. Never missing a beat, their bodies slammed together as she writhed beneath him. Sylvie's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she tried to hold back. She had to stop. She had to stop... but she couldn't. No more than she could stop breathing.

"I can't... stop... I'm... Ohhhhh... Greg!" Her voice was as deep and husky with her wanting as her body began the slow luxurious climb to ecstasy and waves of sensation began to overtake her.

"Nowwwwwwwww!

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm as he bangs away at her, their eyes locked together as she encourages him using words that he had never heard from her lips before.

"That's it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck your mother with that BIG cock of yours!" She gasps out, moving her head back and forth as her fingernails bite deep into his back.

He gasps and he looks down at their joining, watching her thick netherlips gripping his glistening turgid erection as he thrusts it in and out of his mother's cunt. The sight and the feel makes his balls start to tingle.

"Oh fuck!" He gasps as he speeds up his assault.

Suddenly he hears a voice outside and someone banging at the door.

"SYLVIA!!!! WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE???"

Dad!

"Oh god... Greg..." In his lust infested brain, he cannot tell if she is moaning because of him or his father.

"I can't... stop... I'm... Ohhhhh... Greg!" She groans as if giving him the answer.

Nor can he.

Not caring what can happen afterwards, he starts to speed up even more, ramming in her with long deep strokes which takes him into her womb. They both groan as they feel his shaft thickening further inside her, forcing the ribbed walls even further apart to accept him...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie surrendered...

passing over the final threshhold to find what her body had been seeking. "Gregggg!" She called out his name, urging him onward as she met the dizzying explosion of feeling that swept through her body.

"Yesss... Cum for me... Cum hard for me... " she mewled, her pussy convulsing around his pulsing cock as she felt the molten sensation of his total release. "Yessss... Oh, yesss!"

Sylvie writhed against Greg as he groaned and shuddered, her own spasms milking the hot seed from his body as he erupted inside of her.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He groans as he starts to thrust as hard into her as possible, their bellies colliding as her cunt takes every inch of his cock time and time again.

"Gregggg!" He hears her deep moan even as he feels her clutching at him, her hot slickness clamping down around him.

"Fuck!"

He can feel it, the pressure in his balls. They feel like they are going to explode.

I am g-gonna cum!

Unable to hold off, he thrusts one last time into her depths, feeling a shooting sensation travelling up his engorged shaft.

"Mommmm." He groans as he feels the head literally erupts inside his mother, dumping strand of heavy sticky fertile cum after heavy sticky fertile cum into her round belly.

"Yessss... Oh, yesss!" His mother hisses as he feels her ankles dig deep into his arse, forcing their groins to rub together as he continue to ejaculate deep, very deep, inside her.

The boy cries out as he continues to shoot his essence, literally filling his mother up with his seed. It has never felt like that. Never!

"Sylvia! If you don't open the door this minute, I am coming in!" Shouts out his father.

But neither acknowledges as they grind and groan on the bed...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Shuddering in the completion...

of their lovemaking, the sound of Jon's pounding and his voice at the door jolted Sylvie back to reality. Combing her fingers through Greg's hair, she murmured soothingly and kissed him gently, knowing full well that there will soon be a confrontation. She would take the brunt of it, of course. Protecting her son to the bitter end had been her purpose in life from the moment he was born.

"I have to get up, love. Your father... " she whispered against his mouth as she reluctantly began to shift her body from beneath him.

"Mommm... " The look on his face showed his concern, and Sylvie tried to smooth it away with a caressing touch.

"There. Don't you worry. Everythi... "

"What in the world is going on here! Jon shouted as the door burst open.

Sylvie scrambled to sit up, forgetting to cover herself in her haste and indignation. "I could ask you the same, Jonathon Harrison! How dare you disregard our privacy! We agreed!"

Heart pounding, she stood to face her husband knowing full well that she was in the wrong, but loath to admit it. After all, it had been Jon's idea in the first place. Hadn't it?

 

[Yoc]

Jon

His mind refuses to believe what is in front of him.

His wife. His demour, elegant , loving wife is standing in front of him, stark naked.

His son. His loyal, well behaved boy is lying on his bed, stark naked.

It does not take an Einstein to work out what has been happening. The moans and groans were coming from a mother who was simply relieving their son. His face full of disgust, his eyes sweep down her body. Noting how stiff her nipples are. Her soft white skin covered in red marks. The tops of her thighs wet.

For the first time in his life, he feels hatred, pure unadulterated hatred.

The bitch! The bastard! How can they betray me like this?

It is then that he realises that Sylvie is talking to him.

"Aren't you listening to me? I said how dare you come barging in like this!"

He feels himself shaking.

"So that I wouldn't see you two like this. Fucking like perverts!" He shouts. "I told you to keep him safe. Not to spread your legs out for him!"

And then he loses it, with a half strangled cry, he launches himself at her...

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

On the bed, beside behind his naked mother, he sees his father start to go for her, his fist raised.

"Dad!!! No!!!"

Greg's shout causes his father to falter, giving the boy the chance to launch his own attack.

Something had snapped inside the boy when he saw his father's expression, the way he came at his mother.

No one will hurt my mother! No-one!!!

Without thinking, the naked boy tackled his father to the ground, not caring that the older man would soon regain the advantage thanks to his superior weight and size.

"Don't you dare attack my mom!" The boy shouts as he starts to plummet the parent.

"Why you little..." His father retorts, hardly feeling the rain of blows thanks to his own rage. Pushing the boy away from him, he gets up to his feet.

"You sick little motherfucker! Do you think you can take my place in the house?" He snarls, sproating obscenities that he would never normally use. "Just because you have fucked your mother."

The man is beside himself with rage. He wants to hurt the boy, to kill him! Before Greg can get up, Jon is on him, one hand around the boy's neck while the other hand (a fist) slamming into his face...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Everything happened so fast...

Greg's face was turning purple from the pressure on his neck and Jon was pummelling away insanely. The only thought in her mind was that Jon was going to kill their son as she struggled to pull him off.

Sylvie wedged herself between them, her shoulder against Jon's chest as she pushed her body backward. "Stop it! Stop it PLEASE! You... are going... to KILL him" Clawing desperately at Jon's hand, she tried to prize it from Greg's neck while blocking the the blows to his face. It appeared that her son was almost unconscious. She had to stop him before it was too late!

Amidst the struggle of bodies, arms and legs, a misguided blow fell on the side of Sylvie's face causing an explosion in her head. She couldn't stop herself from screaming. The sheer force of the blow and the shock of the pain was too much. Her high keening wails filled the room, startling Jon to his feet.

"I'm... Oh sweet Jesus... I'm... Sylvie... I... " Jon laid his hand on Sylvie's shoulder, but she shrugged it away violently, her voice low and menacing.

"Get out of here. Get out of here before I kill you!" Her own pain forgotten, Sylvie leaned forward to tend her son.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"M-mom?" The boy slowly opens his eyes and sees his mother, still naked, bending over him. Her soft breast pressing against his face.

"Are you alright, honey?" As she gentle nurses him.

He coughs, his throat feeling tight. He realises that his dad is nowhere to be seen.

"Dad?" He splutters...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie cooed softly...

rocking her son. His beautiful face was swollen and bruised and a thin trail of blood trickled from his lip where it was split. One of his eyes was almost completely closed and the other was quickly following.

"Dad?"

"Husheen, love. Let's not worry about... " The pounding in her head was now accompanied by a shrill ringing that made it difficult to think.

Sylvie was relieved that Jon had taken off. She didn't want to deal with him just now. That would come in time and her anger and outrage at what he'd done wasn't blinding all sense of reason. Why? Why had he taken it out on Greg? It was so, so wrong! If anyone's fault, it was her own.

Look at him! Look at what you've done!

This wasn't the way things were supposed to happen. She didn't really know what she had expected, but this wasn't it. She would fix it somehow. She had to. The onus was on her and no one else. But first things first. She had to see just how badly hurt Greg was.

"Let's see if we can get you cleaned up a bit," she said quietly, rolling back onto her heels. "Come on now. Into the bath with you."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Come on now. Into the bath with you."

"But w-what about Dad?" He asks, his body still shaking.

"He won't hurt you." She says and the both of them still naked, she leads him out of the bedroom into the bathroom...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Oblivious to her own needs,...

Sylvie wrapped a towel around Greg's shoulders while she ran the bath. He was shaking badly and his eyes were swollen almost completely closed. Sweet heavens! What had they done to their son?!?

It was like a waking dream. A waking nightmare. How she was ever going to make things right was beyond her. She tried to ignore the sharp, stabbing pain in her head and the ringing in her ear. It kept her from being able to think clearly. And right now she needed to keep her wits about her.

"Come, lovey" she cooed to her son. "Let me help you into the tub." Sylvie set the towel by the sink and helped Greg into the water. He winced from the pain as he lowered himself, once again saying the only word he'd uttered since Jon had beaten him.

"Dad?"

"Never you mind about him. I promise he won't hurt you any more, Greg. I promise!" Sylvie said softly, vehemently as she dipped a washcloth into the warm water and began to dab at his face.

When Greg cried out sharply at her touch, Sylvie faltered before continuing. "I know it hurts. I'm so, so sorry this has happened," she whispered. "I'll try to be more gentle. Let's get you cleaned up. You'll feel better and everything is going to be all right. You'll see. I promise."

In truth, Sylvie didn't know how it was going to get better. She never dreamed something like this could or would happen. It would have been one thing if Jon had taken it out on her alone. But not Greg. Not Greg.

Anger and indignation slowly began to overshadow the guilt and sadness Sylvie had been feeling up until this moment. Jon would answer. Yes, he would answer for this.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Outside, they hear the slamming of the front door as his father leaves the house.

Then they just sit there. Him inside the bath, her outside it.

"I-I am sorry, mom." He says finally, his one good eye beginning to water...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie helped her son...

dry off and get into clean pajamas before excusing herself to shower. The ringing in her head had abated only slightly and the pain... She was certain that Jon had fractured her eardrum. Tomorrow, she thought. She would see a doctor tomorrow. When everything was fresh and new again and she could think.

Sylvie slipped on a clean nightie and a robe before checking on Greg. He was still in his room, lying on his back with his eyes closed. It broke her heart for not the first time that evening to see him so sad and despondent. This was not his fault, dammit!

"Greg?" She whispered softly hoping against hope that he had finally fallen asleep, loath to wake him if he had.

The boy turned his head toward her, peering through the swollen slits of his eyes. "Mom?" His voice was low, almost timid and it wrenched her as she moved closer to her son's bed.

"Yes, love? It's me. How are you?" Hesitant, Sylvie sat down beside him, not knowing where to touch.

"Erm... Mom? Will you hold me? I don't want to be alone."

Without a word, Sylvie turned to lie beside her son, taking him in her arms. She combed her fingers gently through his hair as he snuggled against her breasts, the two taking comfort -- one from the other.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

With the lights off, they huddle against each other in his small bed. Despite his pain, the boy feels comfort feeling his mother's soft mature body pressing against him, his face nestled into her chest .

"Mom..." He whispers. "I do love you."

Lifting up his head, he look down at her face as she looks back. A sad expression on her face.

"Don't be sad, Mom." He whispers and before she can reply, he gently kisses her. Then he kisses her again...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

When Greg lowered his mouth...

to hers, a wave of incredible sadness washed over her. Her beautiful son. Sylvie lifted her hand to caress his bruised and battered face. She loved him so very much.

They looked into each others' eyes, an array of emotions passing between them as he recaptured her lips with his own. Gently, oh so gently. Like a velvet caress against her skin. Over and over until their sadness was gradually, tenderly replaced by the soft, slow burn of desire.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments, Sylvie whispered, "Are you sure?" Greg merely nodded and smiled solemnly, his burgeoning erection all the proof needed as she reached to guide him home.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Greg gasps slightly as he feels that now familar warming sensation envelope his aching rod as he slides in.

"Oh Greg..." He hears his mother sigh as their groins come together.

Once fully merged, the two of them slowly strip off their garments while enjoying the friction of their genitals rubbing together. Once naked, the mother takes the son into her arms as their hips slowly start to perform the ancient dance of life...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Their lovemaking was...

slow and deliberate, as if they didn't want to miss a single sensation. There was no need for haste, though their passion hadn't dulled. Instead, it had become more like a steady flame that warmed them, kept them safe, reassured them.

Sylvie marvelled at Greg's tenderness as he slid in and out of her slick, tight depths. Long, epicurean strokes which she met joyously, they were like gourmets savoring every taste, feel, sight, smell, sound of their joining.

Her moans like music in the air as their lips met. His tongue a sweet invasion that stroked her mouth to ecstasy. She felt herself stretch to fit his girth, molding to fit like hand to glove. She clasped him tightly, feeling every rippling vein, every throbbing pulse.

"I love you, Greg" she whispered as they glided together with the smoothness of silk.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

They lay in his bed, their arms entwined around each other. For all intents and purposes, you could mistake them for any loving mother and son. The way they hold each other. The way the mother comforts the son.

Only four things are out of place from a normal mother/son relationship.

(1) That they are in the same bed.

(2) The way they kiss. Their mouths joined as if they do not want to ever part.

(3) The rhymic movements of their lower bodies under the sheets as they move against each other

and finally

(4) The way the son groans and spasms, the mother comforting him as he shoots deep inside her even as she cries out her pleasure...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

They fell asleep content and sated...

in the safety of each others' arms as the sun came up. Sylvie woke first, that now familiar longing nudging her to seek fulfillment yet again. She resisted, gently kissing her son's bruised face before slipping from the bed. He needed his sleep. And she needed to think.

Sylvie showered quickly, dressing before going downstairs to put on a pot of coffee. It seemed that Jon had not come back home and in a way she was relieved. She'd have to deal with him sooner or later, but she much preferred later.

She clutched her mug like an old friend, the hot black liquid warming her inside and out as she flipped through the phone book in search of a doctor. That done, she scribbled a short note to Greg and headed out the door. The receptionist had said they'd fit her in immediately and with any luck she'd be back home before her son woke.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Exhausted by the previous day's events and activities, the boy sleeps on...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie let herself back into the house...

The doctor had prescribed an antibiotic along with a screed of admonitions and warnings, the horrors of domestic violence being among them. She had listened quietly, unwilling and ashamed to explain how her eardrum had come to be ruptured.

Seeing no sign of Jon's return, she breathed a sigh of something akin go relief and went to check on Greg, who was just beginning to stir. "How are you, sleepyhead?" she whispered, kissing him gently on the forehead. "You must be starved up. I'll go make you something to eat."

Greg's eyes opened slowly, a smile followed by a wince as he reached up to pull her close. An unasked question hung between them. Sylvie shook her head, smiling wanly. "No. Your father hasn't come back. Let's not worry about that right now. You need food first. No arguments, now. Get cleaned up and I'll meet you downstairs. Do you need any help?"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"No thanks, Mom. I'll be alright." He tells his mother though he winces slightly as she kisses his lips.

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After taking a long shower, the boy carefully dries himself before goes over to survey himself in the mirror. Despite how he had felt last night, he doesn't look too bad. His left eye is swollen and so is his bottom lip but apart from that and a large bruise on his side, he looks okay.

He can still remember the look on his dad when he had attacked him. If it wasn't for his mom, he is sure that his dad would have killed him.

But despite that, maybe even because of it, he still feels a shiver when he thinks of her. Especially when she is naked and ready for him.

Oh God!

Looking down, he can see himself rising.

Shit! Can't I ever get enough of her?...

 

[Yoc]

Jon

"Do you want another one, Mack?"

Jon is sitting alone in a small dingy bar nursing his drink. The bartender is standing by his table, taking the empties.

"The stinking bitch!" He simply replies.

The bartender stops what he is doing and goes off. A minute later, he comes back with a small glass of brown liquid.

"Here!" He says, offering him the glass as he sit down opposite him. "You look like you need this."

"Thanks." Jon mutters and quickly takes the offered glass, downing it in one.

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"It does take a bit of getting used ta." The bartender says after Jon has stopped coughing.

"You can say that." He wheezes.

"So what has got you down like this?"

And for some reason, Jon finds himself telling the whole story, heavily edited of course.

"So your wife fancies this kid." The bartender says when he is finished. "Just because he has a better physique, unlimited energy and a bigger schlong."

"Thanks." Jon does not want to hear this.

"Look, pal. Basically, yer wife is at an age where she gets horny and wants to stray and this kid can provide the goods. But he is only a kid and he won't be able ta look after her. She will come running back once she knows what she's missing."

He definitely doesn't want to hear this.

"The thing is this. You need to put your foot down. Kick this kid's ass - properly this time, and send him running home to mommy. "

Running home to mommy... Jon thinks bitterly.

"Then, " continues the bartender, "lay down the law to yer wife. Make sure that she knows she can't do this."

"But how?" Jon asks.

"Easy. All women respects strength. That's why yer wife likes the kid. You just havta make her respect you. If you know my meaning."

"You mean hit her?"

"Yeah. If necessary. She has ta know that you are the boss. Not her."

"But, "says Jon, "we always treated each other as equals."

"And that's your problem. No respect. Trust me, " the bartender leans forward. "slap her a few times and she won't do this again."...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie found her thoughts...

drifting as she prepared a simple vegetable curry for her son. One of his favorites, she knew he would eat heartily even if he didn't think he felt like. He needed to keep his strength up.

Strength. Erotic thoughts began to pervade her mind. The image of Greg's magnificent cock and the sensations she felt as they made love. Gods. What was she like??

Sylvie felt herself growing wet, and did a kind of wiggle-dance to free her panties where they had ridden up into her slit. The thin material was rubbing against her clit and wasn't helping her to stifle the feelings that were beginning to run rampant throughout her body.

She had decided not to pursue anything sexual with Greg. It would be better for him. For both of them she thought, struggling now to think of something else. Shopping. Maybe she should make a list in her mind.

"Hiya," Sylvie jumped at the sound of Greg's voice. She'd never heard him come into the kitchen. Reeling around to face him, he put his arms around her.

"I didn't mean to startle you, mom."

Heart pounding from the fright, she looked into his eyes and smiled. "It's okay... I was just... " Her sentence went unfinished as he covered her mouth hungrily with his own.