Crispan's mother mopped his brow with a cool, damp cloth.
"What is happening to you?" She finally asked, "I'm not entirely
certain."
Crispan forces himself to lie still upon his pallet bed, the scent
of his mother so close
was making his flower spasm and his stalk twitch with that new life.
he found his eyes fixed on her breasts when she inhaled
deeply and sighed.
"Don't think I can't tell what's going on down there," She says
sharply, causing a blush to burn Crispan's cheeks
and ears.
"Obviously you take after your other parent more than I thought,"
She continues, "Your gender is fluid, much
like that of a spirit. Perhaps you'll learn to control it later, but
as young as you are it seems to be ruled by the
pheromones of those around you. Your father's pheromones are very
strong, so you have a very um--" she paused,
blushing a bit herself "Very emphatic response to that parent's forms
and scents."
She glares at the tent forming in the blanket covering her child.
"But Momma, why did it happen so suddenly? Didn't you say that
maturation was a slower process for larger mammals?"
he asks, his voice dropping from androgyn tenor to masculine
baritone.
"Some of them, yes but you aren't all human Crispan," She
responds, watching the tent grow higher and higher.
Her skin became dewy and flushed, heat rising to her skin and flooding
betwixt her thighs. "Obviously being fathered by
a spirit of fertile land throws a few kinks into the mix. Crispan
honey, I need you to meditate. Right now!"
Her voice sharpens even as her nipples harden and scrape against the
fabric of her blouse. Crispan could see a dark
moist blotch growing and spreading in the crotch of the trousers she
wore when she worked in the field and forest.
"Why Momma?" He asks in a basso voice, the smell wafting from her
made his stalk grow still faster, his testicles
swelling and churning, forcing thick clear fluid from the swollen
lips of his flower and the crown of his root.
"be..Because you are flooding the room with pheromones," Her voice
takes on a dreamy quality, her eyes are
dilating pupils huge and dark.
"Shouldn't you be immune, since you're my mother?" His voice is
amused, almost the glee of a child finding fault
in someone who is right so often.
"That only--- holds true ---for--- some species," Her words are
broken by gasps for air, each breath seeming to
make her warmer, causing the dribbling stain between her legs to
surge.
"Fuck," She mutters, placing both hands on her belly, her face
contorts in concentration.
Crispan laughs, not his usual happy trill, but a dark burble.
"I know what your doing," his now rumbling basso voice sing-songs,
"You are making sure you won't get pregnant!"
"Yes, but how did you know that?" Her brow is furrowed, her speech
slurred.
"I've seen you do it when some of the Uncles share your bed."
"Well aren't you the little voyeur?"
"Mmm-hmmm, a little."
Crispan sits up, the blanket pooling around his narrower waist.
Hard muscle ripples along his naked frame
as he shifts positions. His bulging arms ripple as he beckons his
mother to him.
"I hurt so much Mama, Daddy left me aching for something," Crispan
murmurs, his voice full of pleading,
"Can't you make it better?"
He shifts his narrow tightly muscled buttocks against the
pallet,causing his swollen, dripping root to wag
obscenely. Her eyes rake along his form, following the movement of
his prong.
"Yeah," she says thickly, her hands fret with the ties of her blouse
as he slowly drags the blanket aside.
More and more dark red-brown, tightly muscled flesh is revealed as
he pulls upon the blanket.
Pale skin is revealed in response, almost retaliation as she strips
her clothes, fever causing
her skin to flush pale pink. The blanket snags stubbornly on his root,
clinging to the sticky, plum-sized crown.
Crispan flings the blanket aside, revealing his proud, banana-sized
cock and swollen low-hanging balls.
the lips of his slit make a swollen, black-cherry colored double line
between his visibly pulsating nuts.
He strokes his swollen member with one hand as two fingers of the
other tentatively press into his wet slit.
She draws closer as he groans with the sensations. His head is thrown
back, as the thick secretion coats his
exploring fingers and stroking hand. Up and down the hand goes making
the thick cock and dark crown slick and shiny.
In and out the two fingers go, tight in the clenching flower briefly
exposing the brighter red inside.
She draws nearer, hypnotized. Her nipples graze his chest, bringing
his head up with a gasp from them both.
They press together, nuzzling into each others embrace. Her larger
slit bumps against his and slides along
his staff. She murmurs nonsense, as her clit swells and her juice
mixes with his. Just as his hips shift to
try and slip his member into her flower she jerks her own to dodge it.
Lithely she slips from his grasp,
pulling away while pressing a hand against his chest to forestall his
pursuit.
"Wanna try something," She mutters, almost to softly to hear.
Dipping her head into his lap she licks along his shaft, slurping at
the dripping crown.
"You taste of pollen and honey," she murmurs.
He groans in response.
She licks down the shaft again, down to his pulsing eggs, licks inside
his tight small slit.
He shudders and lets out small breathless yips.
"Sweeter honey here though,"
"Enough!" He bellows, swooping and bending, he hauls her so that his
oozing crown nestles at her mound.
Hardly aware that he is standing, holding her in the air by her hips
and bottom.
"Please," he wails, "let me in!"
She smiles and wraps her legs around his narrow waist, pressing her
heels into his jutting buttocks and pulling
herself down on his root. As he sinks to the hilt into her wet hot
grip he feels his root and crown swell to fill
and slightly stretch her tunnel only a little longer than he was but
nearly twice as thick, the nob of his glans
growing nearly as large as a peach. His slit clenches down to almost
vanishing between the harder and faster throbbing
nuts. His hips buck and he clenches his huge-grown hands around her
waist, sliding his thick, vein-strewn shaft
in ever growing strokes. Her breast bounce as his pace quickens.
Faster and faster they go, she braces her hands on his bulging arms,
moaning as she thrusts her achingly full pussy downward to meet his
thrusts.
They both pant and moan as sweat drips off their bodies. The slick
sound of their rutting punctuated by his heavy balls
slapping into her bottom, Her nails whiten his skin as she spasms in
climax, the frenetic clenching of her tunnel
undoing him. He bells like a stag as his swollen balls draw up and
fire, creamy white leaking from his tight hole and
launching in hard, thick blasts into her. Four, five, six hard shots
fire through her cervix and deep into her womb.
then several more gentler shuddering waves pulse both from his slowly
softening cock and his pulsing hole.
Later, after collapsing on the bed, he looks up from absently nuzzling
his mother.
"I wonder if it feels as good to do that like you do." He says.
A troubled look and an amused one fight for dominance in his mother's
features.
"I don't know, but the way you seem wired, you'll probably find out!"
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