The Flowering Tree
Segment Three
"How the Other Half Lives"
Crispan and his mother lie in repose, the former lazily content and
snuggling into the bosom of the latter. She however, looks more dazed
than content.
A knock at the door shatters their mismatched reverie.
"Allia! Crispan! Are you there?" a cheer full, if wearied basso voice
calls.
The sound of the voice brings a flush to Crispan's mother's skin which
in turn causes Crispan's stem begin to swell again. Pushing Crispan
away, she jumps
out of the pallet bed and snatches up her blouse and rushes to her
clothes press, snatching a simple wrap-skirt from it. The scent of
her embarrassment and
agitation brings upright and causes his stem to rise more swiftly and
his flower and fruit to churn.
"A cloud of sprites take it," Crispan's mother mutters as she dresses
and hurries up to the entry level of their home
"For goodness sake 'Pan get dressed!" she says as she passes the
entrance to his room.
Crispan stretches languorously his erection making a tent of his
blanket.
"I don't see why you're worried Mother," he calls after her,"It's not
like Lissir hasn't seen us both sky-clad before."
He cocks his head to listen for a response, but all he hears are his
mother's footsteps and then the lesser main entrance door open. He
rubs the lump
his stem makes through the blanket, noting that though it stays erect
and if anything, gets harder, it begins to become a little smaller and
slimmer
as the scent of his mother dissipates. He hears the murmur of
conversation Between Lissir and Allia as the move from one room to
another above him.
His brows draw together as he runs through the recent events, still
rubbing his hard, slender stem through the blanket. Reaching with his
unoccupied hand,
Crispan draws his mother's trousers to his face. Burying his nose in
the still damp crotch of the trousers, Crispan takes a tentative
sniff. Under his
other hand, his stem swells longer and thicker. Pulling the trousers
away from his face, Crispan takes a few breaths of the room's air,
feeling his
stem slowly drift back down to its' shorter and slighter
configuration.
"hmmm," he murmurs to himself, "I wonder..."
His hand leaves his stem and casts the blanket aside as he spreads is
legs and explores the gently dripping lips of his flower. One, then
two fingers
enter easily enough, stopping only where they join his hand, a third
finger stretches his flower tightly enough for discomfort.
Switching back to two fingers, he works them in and out of his
slickenning flower. Crispan brings the trousers to his face again,
inhaling
deeply of the remnants of Allia's excitement. His stem quickly doubles
in length and trebles in size, throbbing insistently between the heel
of
his hand and his suddenly rippled belly. His flower tightens until
two fingers are far too much shallowing until the single permitted
digit
bottoms out midway past his first knuckle. Absently swirling his
middle finger in the shrunken flower, Crispan draws the trousers away
from his face
again. As the his head clears of the scent of his mother, his flower
opens further, once again allowing two fingers the span of their
length to work
in and out.
"Crispan, Allia said you were ill and not to disturb you," Lissir's
calls as he approaches Crispan's room," but you know how I hate to
sleep by myself,
and Allia said she needed to go speak to your father about something.
So would you mind if I crawled in with---"
Crispan smiled as the older man stuttered to a stop a few steps into
his room. Lissir looked much as Crispan remembered him, heavily
muscled arms
bracketing a chest that once seemed as big as the sky, had not seemed
to get much smaller as the years passed and Crispan had grown taller.
Though
the green-haired child had a few moons ago reached and passed Lissir's
modest height. Pale gray eyes seemed round as saucers under Lissir's
bushy black
brows. His full, dark beard was still cropped short, the jaw it ran
along was slack with shock.
Crispan dropped his mother's trousers and withdrew his playing
fingers from his flower, they glistened with it's juices. He met
Lissir's pale gray gaze
with his amber eyes, the smile upon his own lips twisting with
amusement.
"Well 'Uncle Lissir', you are certainly welcome in my bed!" Crispan
says as he stands up, moving from pallet bed to floor and stepping
toward
Lissir. Crispan scents the other man, the layers of pungent sweat on
clothing mixed with the dust of his travel, the muffled scent of sweat
from Lissir's
nethers causes a pang to sing through Crispan's flesh. As Crispan
closes the distance betwixt them, his hips begin to broaden and
breasts swell upon his
chest, bouncing slightly with his steps, his own scent alters as he
becomes more feminine gaining a slightly floral tang rather than musk.
Lissir's mouth opens and closes as he watches Crispan come toward
him, the crotch of his travel-stained trousers becoming tight as his
manhood swells.
Swallowing hard, Lissir tries to shake his head to clear it. Crispan
laughs softly, his tenor shifting to an alto as the lips of her flower
darken and
swell. Her stalk becomes even more modestly-sized, above the thickened
shroud it seems barely longer or thicker than her thumb, though still
crowned with a
dripping, cherry head.
"Crispan, what happened to you while I was away?" Lissir finally
manages to ask, his pupils expand as Crispan gets closer,
"I seem to be growing up Lissir," she responds, running her hands over
his shoulders, "Aren't you proud of me?"
Confusion, and lust chase each other across Lissir's features at
Crispan's touch. His fire-scarred hands clasp her arms.
"I thought you were going to grow into a man Crispan," Lissir says
thickly, hands absently caressing the arms he had meant to push away.
His man-root aches
as it fights against the constraints of his trousers.
"Oh, I am, sometimes."
Crispan pushes further in, burying her face in the spot where Lissir's
neck meets his shoulder, he inhales deeply. Crispan moans as her
flower deepens
and her stalk, instead of receding like it had for her Father, surged
a little taller, becoming as long as her middle finger and still
slightly
thicker than her thumb.
"Well," she murmurs, "I wasn't quite expecting that,"
Crispan rubs her nude body against Lissir's clothed one, wrapping her
arms around his neck and running her fingers through the short black
fuzz on his
scalp. Her small breasts rub along his cloth enclosed chest and her
stem and flower soak the bulge in the rougher fabric of his trousers.
Both of them are
trembling now. She brings her lips to his ear.
"Won't you come to bed dear Lissir and show me how you make Mother
feel?"
With a nibble on his ear she releases him, her scent swirling in the
air of the room.
"What are you talking about?" Lissir asks thickly, as Crispan opens
the closures of his over and undershirt, then drops to her knees to
unlace Lissir's
trousers.
"Oh, didn't you know I could hear you both then?" she chuckles as she
looks down at his unbooted feet, clad in socks that Crispan's mother
had knitted.
Woodenly, Lissir shrugs out of his layers of clothing, eventually
freeing his thick, aching cock, which bobs in the air with his
heartbeat, drooling like it
hadn't in years. His skin was flushed beneath the patchy darkening
forge-work gave him, the skin from his waist down much paler than from
the wait up. His cock
waved in the air before Crispan's eyes, as long as a banana but and
thick enough that Crispan's fingers barely touched base of Lissir's
shaft
when she reached out to grasp it. Lissir groans as Crispan slowly
milks more clear fluid from his root. Bending close Crispan suckles at
Lissir's cock,
savoring the tangy fluid as her mother not so long ago savored his
own.
Lapping down Lissir's shaft, she nuzzled the hanging sick beneath it,
wondering at how similar and different it was from he own, wild black
hair covered the
sack and surrounded the base of Lissir's shaft.
Putting her free hand upon her belly Crispan concentrated for a
moment, she cast the charm against becoming pregnant. She briefly
suckled at the head of
his root, tasting again the salty drizzle that poured from it before
rising to her feet, pressing her body against his all the way up. Her
stem
jousting for a moment with his longer, much thicker root. pressing
against Lissir she grinds her stem against the upper part of his shaft
and her mound
against the lower.
"Won't you come to bed and till my flower dear Lissir?" Crispan pants
into his ear.
"Gladly you little tease!" Lissir growls as he lifts Crispan as if she
weighed nothing at all, lowering her to the pallet as he kneels in it
himself.
"To begin with, hardly lapping a fellow's cock is bound to rile him up
badly, this is how you do it," Lissir snarls.
Crispan gasps as the older man engulfs her stem in his hot, wet mouth,
sucking and slurping at it while bobbing is down. Lissir made a
strange snort-like
sound each time the head of Crispan's stem grazed the back of his
tongue.
Crispan bucked and withed as the sensation flared through her. Her
flower began to quiver and as his ministrations continued, one thick
finger worth two
of hers rubbed and danced on the twitching hole betwixt her cheeks,
one huge thumb digging into hr spasming flower.
Suddenly Crispan arched as orgasm gushed from both her flower and
surged along and out her stem, quickly swallowed by the working mouth.
"Well that was much sweeter than I'm used to tasting," Lissir smirked
as he rubbed the traces of Crispan's orgasms from his mouth and beard
Shifting position, Lissir lifted Crispan's legs a bit, grasped her
soft waist and pulled her flower onto his thick root.
Crispan wept as the needing emptiness was finally filled.
"Please, yes! More!" She cried tugging at what parts she could reach.
"Eager to oblige a friend in need" Lissir responded and started slowly
bucking his hips, working his manhood in and out of Crispan's grasping
flower.
"Oh gods! Oh Gods! So good" Crispan moaned, bucking her hips to meet
his thrusts.
Lissir moved one hand from her hips to kneed her breast.
"Oh, it's happening again!" She cried as her orgasm made her flower
clench and gush d her wildly bobbing stem spurt between the two.
Lissir groaned as his own orgasm came blasting into her flower in
heavy bursts. Leaning down he caught Crispan's mouth with his own,
pressing
their lips together before licking hers open with his tongue. He bats
her tongue with his and licks the insides of her teeth before breaking
the kiss.
"So now will you let me get some rest?"
Sticky and exhausted Crispan laughed, feeling the softening cock still
lodged in her flower.
"Maybe."