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Her Mothers Pussy Part 6

Her Mothers Pussy Part 6



Red eyed, she went to her bed their bed where James lay sleeping. Not wanting to know what had happened between him and Mother, she probed his mind only enough to feel it slowly relaxing, as if having been coiled into a tight protective ball. Mother had tried, really tried to get James make love to her and even with her greater powers, had failed. Not only did this say something powerful about James, it confirmed that Rose had not made him love her either. James was her slave only in superficial things; in his depths, he was free and in his freedom, he gave himself to her.

She lay down beside the beautiful young man and gathered him to herself. Slowly she felt his body respond to hers. He was asleep or unconscious, but his body knew her and wanted her. Oh how did she wanted, him! She was horny and needed the pleasure she could take from him. With effort, she adjusted his hardened cock so that it snuggled against her own warm sex. Tempted, she resisted slipping it in. Instead, she laid her head on his left arm as his right cuddled her and slept. There would be plenty of time enough, tomorrow morning.

Rose spent the next few days happily welcoming James home. Although he had been enjoyed her visits while he was at Mother's, James gladly let Rose welcome him. Rose didn't know whether to laugh or cry one morning, while eating her, James innocently mentioned how different she tasted during her visits but she decided not to ask him which he preferred.

It was James who suggested that Rose needed to feed. She knew he was right, but had been hesitant. With her feelings toward James confirmed and amplified by Mother's letter, it hardly seemed right to feed. Even rejuvenated by her spend during cunnilingus James was physiologically younger today than when she first took him and feeding was the transfer of part of his Life Force. Could she still do that? He pressed and she demurred.

In the end, James got his way, he seduced her! Finding excuses to deny her sex for a few days, he then surprised her with a magnificent dinner, flowers, and wine. Giggling and tipsy when led off to bed that night, Rose was near crazy for sex. And the teasing had only begun. First he ate her to more orgasms that she could count before mounting her. Still he persisted, fucking her just too gently or too slow to let her have the final climax she craved. She began to plead, imploring him to fuck her harder, begging him for release.

At last he relented, or seemed to rolling onto his back to allow Rose to control their coupling. Rose was insane with lust and would have plunged her pussy down on his dick and been over the edge in seconds. But he was holding her away. His strong hands around her waist held her pussy tantalizing inches from the head of his cock. Rose shrieked with frustration as James smiled up at her.

Feed he commanded.

Apparently he had figured her out. Feeding did occur during intense sex. Rose could control herself to some extent, but it was a bit like holding your breath. Wound up as she was, it was almost certain she would feed with her next orgasm. She screamed in frustration as he dropped her with a plop, impaling her on himself. The conflict was intense: she didn't want to feed, but she did want to orgasm. She tried to fuck him just vigorously enough to get the relief she needed without letting him climax at the same time. She might have succeeded. Until?

That won't do, Rose take me and FUCK YOUR HORNY PUSSY WITH MY HARD COCK. You know you want it, you she devil. Make me spew my life, my, cum inside you. Oh fuck me, you demon bitch!

She was both horrified and excited that he was talking dirty to her. No James, don't say that. I love you! she pleaded, but her body responded to his words. Without wanting to, she was riding him harder, struggling to contain the orgasm that was boiling up from her loins and his.

Make me come, you witch. Make me spill my seed in your ravenous maw. Come, Rose and feed!

The Force within Rose could no longer be contained. The blind instinct reached out to the nearest sexually excited male to snatch away its Life Energy. Its power could overwhelm any male, no matter how strong his ethereal defenses. In James it found no resistance. Like an immaterial proboscis it entered, drank, and withdrew, paradoxically taking only what it needed, leaving James's Energy pool hardly diminished.

The physical counterpart of this invisible transaction was Rose's wail of defeat as an orgasm unlike the others tore through her body and mind. James bucked as her pussy muscles involuntarily grasped him to suck the sperm from his balls. Wasted effort James roared as a geyser of hot come boiled up from his cock filling his sexy lover's pussy, mingling with her own gushing juices. She continued to hump weakly and then collapsed on his chest sobbing, James, James! I'm so sorry, James but she did nothing to disturb the softening dick that held his seed in her. He enfolded her tenderly until her sob, died away and her breathing became soft and regular. Only then did he sleep, too.

Rose's care for James as he recuperated from a feeding was always tender and loving, but this time, more so. Sleep was the best tonic and for the next few days she suffused his food and drink with soporific herbs to keep him in a drowsy horny nether world. Frequent, gentle sex kept him docile and lethargic as his body and spirit recovered. When she noticed him becoming restless, she drew his lips to her breasts. Not yet, baby, she whispered as he nursed and her hand, slickened with her own juices, brought him to orgasm putting him to sleep in her arms. And she nourished him with unending draughts of her orgasmic spend as he lay drowsily between her legs, worshiping her sex. She thrilled that allowing him to pleasure her with his mouth was therapy for him. It was almost too wonderful to be true.

Less than two weeks later James was back to normal, if not better. His strong, trim body radiated masculine vitality and he was back to giving Rose the hard, vigorous sex she loved. James soon caught up with the accumulated administration of Rose's estate and she resumed her charitable activities. They had all the ingredients of happiness: health, work, love.

Rose knew they lacked only one thing. She trembled and decided.

A few weeks later the second letter from Mother arrived.


To be continued
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