The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy is ravenous as his fingers feel the inside of his mother's slick entrance. His mind gone. All his impulses tell him that he wants to fuck this woman. To stick his hard cock into her.

And from the way his mom is reacting, she wants him to too!

Eagerly, hastily, he pulls her body towards his as he withdraw his fingers from her hot sex.

"Greg...?" She cries as he pushes his body against hers. Then it is his turn to gasp as the blunt knob of his erection comes in contact with her swollen lips.

"W-we c-can't." He hear her sigh but she doesn't put up any fight. Sensing his victory, he pushes himself forward, the large mushroomed head of his cock slowly pushing her puffy netherlips apart.

"N-not here." He hears her cry but he continues to thrust.

"Can't get me!"

The kid's shout behind him causes him to pull away from his mother.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He silently curses. Looking around, he finds that the kid has gone. Turning back, he sees his mother hesitately pulling up her bathing suit. His chance to fuck her gone. Even so, he remembers how she reacted. How she had touched his cock. How she gripped it! Still hungry, he pulls her towards him.

"Greg. N-no." She says as she struggles against him.

His passion still running through his veins, the lust driven lad cups one of her heavy breasts under the water, causing her to groan.

"Oh God, mom! I want you so much. I gotta have you. I gotta fuck you!"

He is about to say something else when the kid comes around the rock, splashing and laughing...

 

[love apple]

really hope you two continue this rp, it has been fantastic so far

 

[Maid of Marvels]

]"Oh my god! Oh my god! What did I almost do?"

Sylvie gasped. She hitched her bathing suit back up, jolted back to reality when the child interrupted them. She struggled away as Greg tried to pull her back into his arms.

Her mind was awhirl, in conflict with her body and her desires yet again. Was she losing her mind completely? Was it so harmful for her son to touch her? After all, she was touching him. But he would want more.

HE would want more? Stop trying to put this off on Greg, Sylvie! YOU will want more. Admit it! YOU want more!

"I'm... sorry," she whispered. "I... need to think."

Sylvie saw a flicker of something in her son's eyes before turning to go back up toward the beach. Confusion? Anger? Well, she couldn't exactly blame him. She was playing all kinds of head games with her son. That's the only way she could reason it out. She was sick! They should lock her up somewhere and throw away the key.

She had to talk to Jon. There was no getting around it. He had to listen to her and understand the dangerous game they were playing with their son. That she was playing. No. No more.

What about keeping Greg safe? Healthy? Alive? Wasn't that the whole point of this? she rationalized. But it wasn't supposed to go this far! It wasn't supposed to go this far...

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He watches his mother start to move away from him, her soft figure moving gracefully under the water.

The sight causes his body to jolt with need.

God he wants her! Needs her!

Under the water, he feels his cock is about to burst. For a few seconds, a few tantalising seconds, he had it pushing against her cunt.

The boy groans as his hormones rages through him.

He wants her so much!

Then it is as if a light switch is clicked in his head. Unable to no longer control his passions, he propels himself forward and grabs hold of her.

"Greg...?" His mother says as she spins round to face him, obviously surprised by his action.

Not saying a word, he drags her towards a nook in the rock.

"No, Greg! What are you doing?" His mother asks, almost in a breathless gasp, her eyes big as saucers.

Again he says nothing as he pushes her into the nook. Inside is a smooth ledge.

Once inside, his mother turns to him, her mouth open to say something but he is instantly on her. His mouth firmly latches on to hers as his hand pulls back the material between her legs and forces a finger into her, surprising, heated sex.

She gives a muffled cry, unable to saying anything as he shoves his tongue between her lips.

He has to have her. Fuck Dad! She should be his woman! Not his father's who doesn't even appreciate her.

His huge erection, still sticking out of his trunks, pulses with hunger. So desperate to penetrate her body once more. With a groan of lust, the boy forces the woman onto her back, his erection sliding between her open legs.

Once, twice, he jabs at her but despite her struggles, the third jab sends his swollen tool into her slick vagina, causing his mother to stiffen underneath him.

With her no longer struggling, the aroused lad makes short work of her top, leaving her large breasts to the mercy of his eager hand even as his mouth continues to ravish hers, all the while his penis sliding deeper and deeper inside her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie struggled as her son pinned her...

down and just as suddenly lay still. Both angry and afraid, she tried to relax her body for fear that she would be hurt as Greg plunged his cock into her. But she was not going to give in this time.

Before he was completely ensconced within her fragile vagina, Sylvie gathered all her strength and pushed her son away screaming, "Get off! Get off me!" Greg jerked back in surprise, releasing her as she wriggled out from beneath him.

Pulling her bathing suit back up, Sylvie swam toward the water's edge, calling over her shoulder and causing more than a few heads to turn. "We're going home. Now!"

She didn't wait to see if he followed, half-wondering if he would, in fact. But right now she didn't care. She wanted to get home and end this whole fiasco. It was getting completely out of hand and she was going to put a stop to it now.

Sylvie had finally reached the blanket, shaking most of the sand off and draping it over her arm when she heard a girl's voice greeting her son.

"Greg! Hi!"

"Hey, Nancy," his voice sounding husky and sullen.

"I thought that was you! I've been wanting to call and see if you wanted to go out some time."

Sylvie tensed as she waited to hear his reply.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Get off! Get off me!"

Greg jerks back in surprise, releasing her as his mother wriggles out from beneath him.

But he thought....

Too shocked to move, he watches her as she swims back to the bank.

We're going home. Now!" She shouts over her shoulder as she gets out of the water.

Greg's face goes red, first from embarrassment and then from anger, as he sees people's faces turn to see what the shouting is about.

How dare she talk to him like that!!! Like some kid! He's 18 for fuck's sake!

Slowly he swims towards the shore.

And she didn't mind him fucking her the other day, when his dad was at the fucking front door. Then there was last night! So why doesn't she let him now?

He feels the anger, the frustration, building inside him.

Now she just teases him, wearing that bath thing which shows off the shape of her body. Is she trying to drive him mad???

"Greg! Hi!"

He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts, the boy hadn't realised that he had gotten out of the water. Nor had he noticed Nancy Wilson standing in front of him.

"Hey, Nancy," his voice sounding husky and sullen.

"I thought that was you! I've been wanting to call and see if you wanted to go out some time." She smiles cheerfully.

For a moment, he thinks of his mother and the promise he had made.

Screw her!

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" He answers. His reply makes Nancy smile even brighter.

"Actually, there's a group of us going out this Friday. I thought, maybe, you would like to come." She looks away from him as she asks.

"Sound great! Who's going?" Greg replies

"Well," Looking back at him and flashing him a smile, "Rhona and Brad, Corina and Josh, Donna and Max, and...me! There was going to be someone else but he dropped out." She quickly adds.

He glances at his mother who is just standing there.

Well fuck her! If she won't put out, he knows someone who will!

Nancy Wilson is the typical blonde goddess, her skin a light tan and she has a bod that all guys would love to get their hands on. Him included. The fact that the school grapevine had it that she fancies him like crazy.

Well...

"I'm in."

He can feel his mother's reaction without even looking up.

"Great. You'll love it and it should be an all-nighter." Nancy grins, baking away. "Anyway, I'll give you a call later on in the week."

Greg scrutinises her figure as Nancy joins her friend.

Not as racked as Mom but... But he does not finish the thought...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

You could cut the tension...

with a knife on the drive home. Sylvie tried not to think of anything, concentrating on the traffic and her driving and Greg appeared to be lost in his own thoughts.

It was almost a relief to pull into the driveway. Home at last! Sylvie turned the car off and got out, unlocking the front door and going up to her room to change and shower.

Fifteen minutes later, Sylvie was back downstairs and starting dinner. Jon would be home soon, but she was almost dreading his arrival. The more she thought about what had been happening because of their joint decision, the more distant the thought of discussing this with her husband was becoming.

Sylvie had begun to resign herself to the fact that Jon had basically prostituted her when he suggested she help to satisfy their son's sexual needs. She hadn't seen it that way at the time, though. She had believed that she was doing something good and right.

She was becoming more and more angry and disgusted with herself for allowing the feelings she was having to surface. But if Jon hadn't put her in this position... But at the same time, Sylvie was resentful that Greg wanted more than she was prepared to give, or should give.

She heard Greg coming down the stairs, heading for the front door. Oh no you don't. You're not sneaking out before I have my say, she muttered to herself.

"Greg!" she called out. "Come in here. I have some things I need to say."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Once his ardour has worn off, Greg slowly realises that what happened at the lake.

He tried to...to...to...to rape her at the lake!

For the first time since their relationship changed, the boy feels revulsion.

How could he have done that???

With his hormones no longer driving him, the boy feels sickened with himself and by the time they arrive home, he excuses himself from his mother's presence as soon as possible.

Once in the safety of his bedroom, Greg draws the curtains and crawls into bed. Lying in the fetus position, the boy relieves the moments on the lake. How he tried to take his mom by force.

I'm sorry, mom!

As his feelings become too much for the boy to bear, he bursts into tears in the darken room. Sobbing loudly at first, the noise lessens until finally he slowly drifts off to sleep.

****

Later, waking up. Greg pulls to look at the bedside clock. It tells him that he has only been asleep for an hour. Feeling no better, he decides to go out. So, as quietly as he can, he creeps down the stairs and makes for the door. He has almost reaches it when he hears a voice come from the front room.

"Greg! Come in here. I have some things I need to say."

He feels the panic rising at the sound of his mother's voice. Her tone sounds cold and harsh. Torn between answering her call and making a run for it, the boy instead freezes.

"Greg! Didn't you hear me? I said I wanted to talk to you!" He can hear her coming now and still he cannot move...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie rinsed her hands...

and dried them with a dish towel, throwing it down carelessly on the counter. If he wouldn't come to her, then she would go to him, but she had things to say and say them she would.

She found Greg standing near the door, his hand frozen in place on the doorknob. "Sit" she said sternly, gesturing with her chin in the direction of the sofa but not moving herself until her son had crossed the room first.

Sylvie watched Greg slump onto the couch and sat opposite him on the edge of Jon's chair, her back straight and her hands clasped together on her thighs. She fought the urge to tell him that everything was all right when she saw her child's frightened and ashamed look, but she wouldn't cave in this time. No. This was completely out of hand. With a determined set to her jaw, she drew her shoulders back and took a deep breath.

"My first inclination was to discuss this with your father. After all, it was his idea to... I agreed, of course. Your father would never put me in a position that would compromise me, our marriage... or you. No. Of course not," she added with more than a little sarcasm. "After all, we had your best interests at heart... At least I did. At the time."

"I was hesitant, but I agreed. It never occurred to me that it would progress further than helping you to... relieve yourself. Somehow, it all became twisted and perverted. I should have known better, but I didn't. I have only been with one man in my entire life. Your father. I didn't know... I should have known better, dammit!"

"No! That's no excuse. I should have thought longer, known better. I was totally unprepared for what began to happen after that. How sick this whole thing was going to become." Sylvie was shaking but knew she had to go on. Say it all while she had the nerve.

"I think it all started innocently enough, Greg. Until I became sick in my mind and my body. I began to have... feelings... of my own. It disgusts me to admit it, but today I realized that I have to face facts. Look what I have done. Just look!" Unable to sit any further, Sylvie stood and began to pace the room as she continued.

"Today... and not for the first time... you tried to force yourself on me. It's my fault totally for allowing you certain... liberties that were more to assuage my own demented desires than yours. Even so, what you did today was wrong. A man should never force himself on a woman. Any woman."

"Maybe you think I deserve to be treated that way. Maybe in a way I do. I may have started this but I can't finish it. I have become a monster and you... you... It was the furthest thing from what I intended. Now it's time to fix it. If it can be fixed. If it hasn't gone so far that the damage is irreparable."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy just sits there, his head down as he listens to his mother's tirade. The words 'twisted', 'perverted', 'sick' and 'monster' leaping out at him, causing him to recoil.

Is she so disgusted with him?

He hasn't realised how she had felt. He had thought that she had really wanted him, despite him being her son. Possibly even preferring him over his father? He had been so wrong!

I'm sorry, Mom. You must really hate me now!

With that realisation, he feels a sinking feeling in his stomach. He just wants to curl up and die.

He glances up and watches her briefly as she paces up and down the room. Even now, he finds himself admiring her. Her lips, the shape of her body, her breasts. The way her hips sway as she moves.

Oh God! He feels his crotch responding.

Torn by a mixture of shame and lust, he looks away...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie swung around...

to look at her son. He hadn't said one word and she was slowly beginning to lose her steam and could feel that whole guilt trip creeping up on her now. She had meant well. She had! But look at what had come of those good intentions.

"Maybe we shouldn't have been so over protective. Trusted you to be careful, not to do anything foolish," Sylvie continued, still trying to rationalize it all.

Suddenly, the memory of Greg making a 'date' with the Wilson girl flashed before her. What if... What if... Sweet heavens above, Sylvie didn't even want to consider the ifs involved here, but she couldn't help it. What if Nancy was one of the ones and didn't know it? What if she didn't care? What if she did know and Greg insisted anyway? After all, he tried to force himself on her today.

Well Sylvie had no one to blame except herself if that's the way it went. She had helped to encourage this whole thing, even if she had now effectively slammed the door in his face. She could ground him to keep him from going out, but was that fair or even right? And what were her own motives in doing that? She didn't want to think about that right now, though Sylvie thought she halfway knew the answer already.

Walking over to her son, she stopped in front of him and looked down. "Greg? Have you heard anything I've said?"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Greg? Have you heard anything I've said?"

Greg looks up to see his mother standing directly in front of him, looking down with her hands on her hips.

"Y-yeah, Mom." He says simply.

"Well?" She prompts.

"I-I am sorry, Mom. I d-didn't mean for this to happen. It's just that..." and his voice trails off, unable to find the words to express himself...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"I-I am sorry, Mom. It's just that... "

He looked up at her then and Sylvie crumpled inside. She knew it really wasn't Greg's fault. She had allowed him more and more liberties as time had progressed. How could she have thought he would settle for the crumbs she had tossed him.

Once more her thoughts turned to what could and most likely would happen when he went out on Friday night with Nancy Wilson. What ifs began to swirl around in her mind again. What if he forced himself on her? He would go to prison. Her fault.

Another thought struck her. Was she jealous??

Sylvie tried to convince herself that she was not. That her husband could excite her in the same way that their son did. That Jon could please her sexually without it being an unnatural act. Then too, there was still the consideration of the health risk.

But the mere thought of Greg in that girl's arms...

She shook the thought away and took a deep breath. "Greg. You promised not to go with any of your mates. You know... to have sex with them. You remember?"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Greg. You promised not to go with any of your mates. You know... to have sex with them. You remember?"

His ears prick up at that question.

Does that mean that she may....?

Mentally, he quickly shakes his head.

"I'm not interested in having sex with my mates." He says with a slight smile. "I'm only interested in girls, not boys."

In you He almost says...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie can't help smiling back...

at her son. He had a way of doing that... making her forget whatever was troubling her with a joke and a smile. But this was far too serious to let slide. Sylvie had to go on.

"Greg. You know what I meant," she said quietly. "I still have a great concern for your well-being. I don't want to see you doing anything foolish. Taking any risks. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Does she want me to stay away from girls? Even though she won't 'help' me anymore?

The thought tears through him. He has always been pre-occupied by sex before his mother 'helped' him. But now that he has had sex, he wants more.

Much more!

Despite his fear, his shame, he finds himself speaking.

"Yes, Mom." He replies. "B-but..."

No! Don’t say it!!! His mind screams.

"I-I like sex so much."

He hears his mother gasp.

I have done it now!

"Greg..." She starts. Taking a deep breath, he cuts her off.

"I-I know it was wrong what we did. What I did to you." Again a mixture of shame and lust rises up inside him at the thought of what they have done. Something that a mother and son should never do. "But it was so good! I never felt anything so great before. I d-don't know if I can do without it."

Deep inside, he cringes at his words. But it is as if someone has turned on a tap and now can't shut it off. The words just flow out even as he grows erect in his pants...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"I d-don't know if I can do without it... "

That's the bottom line isn't it, Sylvie thought. Doing without it. And what if he can't? What then? Would he be among the casualties at his school?

No. She couldn't, wouldn't allow that to happen!!

She had opened the door and then slammed it in Greg's face. Maybe she could offer a compromise. But what? What would it take to keep him from straying with another?

"Greg," Sylvie began, her voice almost a whisper. "I cannot allow nor can I condone sexual intercourse. We need to talk about where we will go from here. What you desire and what I will permit. Can you tell me where you would like us to go from here?"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Does that mean she will...erm...still help him?

He looks up into her loving face..

"I-I don't understand, Mom." He says, hopefully...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"I-I don't understand, Mom."

Sylvie sighed. Had she scared her son so much that he was not comfortable speaking his own mind with her anymore? What do you expect, Sylvia? For Pete's sake you don't even know what you want! You just want Greg to say it all so that when push comes to shove, you will be able to blame him and not yourself.

She felt at least that much was true. As to Greg being afraid? He had to know just about anything would set her off again. Nodding inwardly, Sylvie knew that she had to be the one to set the limits. After all, she was the adult. Well at least the parent.

She sat down on the sofa next to Greg and took his hands. "You know that my main concern here is still your health and your well-being. I know it has to be screwy for you to be getting... relieved sexually by your mother. I can't even begin to wonder what that is doing to your psyche. It's something that I seem unable to come to terms with myself right now."

Sylvie paused and looked into Greg's eyes. She wondered what she expected to see there... A reflection of herself as some sort of monster or sick demented perv? It wouldn't surprise her. In fact, it would actually make this whole ordeal a lot easier.

"Greg? I think I'm seeing at last that this whole misunderstanding has been my own fault. It's been like a push-me-pull-you sort of game. Not to say it's been a game. It hasn't. Far from it. I simply mean that I have been setting limits, then making allowances and then setting more limits. It's confusing. To both of us. Especially you."
Her son looked as though he were trying to smile encouragingly at her, but she knew she had to say it all. Or at least a good part of it to make him comfortable enough to speak his mind.

"I worry that you will become ill. Contract HIV as many of your school mates have. I am ashamed to say that I don't know if I can trust you not to be sexually active outside our home. That disturbs me. I also realize that just masturbating you is not enough... " Sylvie's voice dropped to a lower tone. "But I cannot... You know... I just can't... go that far. There has to be something acceptable to both of us here."

Suddenly a shocking thought came to her mind. Sweet heavens above. I am running my mouth off here. What if he doesn't want to continue?? What if he never wanted to in the first place?? Sylvie squeezed her son's hands tightly.

"Greg. Listen to me. Listen good. If you don't want to go on with this, we will never speak another word of it. It just never occurred to me that you might feel that I have been forcing you!"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Masturbating you is not enough". What does she mean? She's going to give me more than that?

His heart (and something else) leap at the thought.

But what?

"Greg. Listen to me. Listen good." Greg looks at her, her face full of concern. "If you don't want to go on with this, we will never speak another word of it. It just never occurred to me that you might feel that I have been forcing you!"

Forcing me?? Doesn't she know it's been the greatest thing she's ever done for me? The boy wants to tell her that but keeps his tongue. He doesn't want his mom to think he is a pervert. He ignores the small voice telling him that he is for thinking like this.

"N-no, Mom. You are not forcing me. Honest!" He says instead. "I really appreciate what you are doing for me. Really I do!" He sees her relax at his reply.

The room lapses into silence for a few moments, allowing the boy to ask the question that is burning him up.

"What do you mean by saying...erm...masturbating", the boy blushes at the word, "me is not enough?"

Enbolden by the conversation and where it is leading, his shame has now gone.

All he want is his mother!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Her son was not making this conversation...

easy by asking her to spell everything out in detail, Sylvie thought with an inward sigh. Then again, that's what this whole talk was really about, wasn't it? Continuing to keep Greg safe and at the same time coming to terms with this arrangement. Setting boundaries that were acceptable to both of them.

"I'll try to speak plainly for both our sakes, Greg" she said in response to her son's question. "But you have to promise that you will be just as open with me in return. Will you?"

"Yes, I will." Greg nodded, albeit awkwardly.

"When your father and I first spoke to you about helping to keep you safe... " For crying out loud, Sylvie! You said plain and now you're waffling. Knock it off! "Sorry, Greg. When I said that I would help you to... relieve yourself sexually so that you wouldn't find the need to go elsewhere and take the risk that many of your classmates had of becoming HIV positive, I hadn't thought much about what would happen aside from me using my hands to masturbate you."

Sylvie thought she sounded as though she was speaking from rote. Detached. But she didn't know how else to bring this out, and so she went on. "It began simply enough, though I must admit I was uncomfortable with the idea. And your... size."

The look on Greg's face reminded her of his concern that he was different. She hurriedly explained that that was far from the case. "You must understand that I just hadn't seen another man, Greg. Your father... "

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

She has mentioned his size again.

Why does she keep talking about it?

A part of him feels proud that she thinks he is so big. But another part still wonders if there is something wrong.

"Mom...?" He says, feeling really awkward but elated at the same time. "Erm... my thing. Is it," he feels himself getting warm, "too big then? Is it that much different from Dad's?"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Different...

was it different, he wanted to know. Sylvie thought she had reassured him that night, but she saw now that she hadn't. Not really. Then again, maybe it was just because she had brought it up again. She was rambling and really didn't think she had been making much sense. Even to herself.

"Greg. You are perfect, love. There is no need for concern. As to being different from your father, I think you know the answer to that." It isn't as though they had never seen each other naked over the years, Sylvie thought. Greg must have noticed the difference in the sizes of their penises.

"Every person is different in their own way. Whether they are short or tall, or fat or skinny. Each and every person is unique outwardly but it is inside that matters most. You aren't strange. You are perfectly... YOU. Now no more worries about that. Okay?" She had answered her son's question without really answering yet again, but there was more to discuss than this just now.

Sylvie kept finding herself side-tracked from what she really wanted to say. Maybe subconsciously it was just another way of avoiding her own emotions. Whatever it was, she knew that she was going to have to say it all. One way or another. And sooner better than later.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Now no more worries about that. Okay?" His mother says.

Greg nods in agreement though he doesn't really know what she has just said. But then again, he doesn't want to look thick in front his mother, who now gets up to make herself another coffee.

"Mom?" He starts when she is sitting in the armchair opposite him. He feels his heart thumping in his chest.

"Yes, dear?"

Don't chicken out now!

"What other things are you going to do? Apart from...erm... masturbating me"

He feels the heat on his cheeks as he asks the question. But he has to know...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie began to wish that she hadn't...

even started this conversation. She was rambling and getting absolutely nowhere.

"What other things are you going to do? Apart from... erm... masturbating me?"

Well that was the bottom line, wasn't it? What would she allow besides... It was obvious from earlier sessions that her hands on him were not enough... but penetration was going too far. What could she offer that was somewhere in between?

"I realize that using my hands alone are not... enough. I suppose you could do that by yourself, and have done. That was the one thing I hadn't really considered in all of this. Now what can we do to make this better? More comfortable for both of us."

Sylvie turned her back to her son then, not wanting him to see the flush that was creeping across her face. A combination of embarrassment, shame and what else... at the remembrance of their past encounters and at the situation that brought them to this conversation in the first place. Nothing she was saying seemed to make any sense. Ramblings from a delirious woman. Nonsense talk.

"Dammit!" Her outburst startled Greg and he jumped. "Sorry. This is quite difficult for me. I just don't know how to say this. Or even what to say. Anything I say will sound as though I am making a deal. Selling myself. I suppose I am, in a way... I just don't want it to sound so... ugly."