My Knight In Shining Armor Ch. 02
Date: 07.02.2010Keywords: Ch., In, Armor, My, Shining, Knight, 02,
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*Chapter 2- The Consummation*
Jonas watched with lust and desire as his mother slowly swished across the room. He had never seen her naked before today, and he could feel his juices already rebuilding down inside his big balls as he openly gaped at her with open admiration. Although she was forty-one, she possessed an ageless beauty.
Her large, pendent breasts, perfectly shaped for their astonishing size still maintained some of their previous pertness. They were marvels of nature. Big, creamy melons with large, circular cups of dark pink flesh tipping each of them were tipped with big, bulging nipples. Watching them bounce and wiggle seductively with each step she took, Jonas found himself recall a day in his youth.
He remembered it as if it were yesterday. He had been fascinated by the size of her breasts even back then. So one day he had gone through her chest of drawers in search for a brassiere. Prowling through her lingerie, he had found a pretty one with big lace-trimmed cups. He had been perversely excited as he had breathlessly held the lacy brassiere in his small, shaking hands. As he held it, he knew that her big tits had actually been in the bra and it made him instantly hard. He had known that the cups seemed large, but he didn't really comprehend what the 36DD on the tag meant. That is until now.
Below her mountainous tits, her small waist was overshadowed by her breasts making them seem even larger than they actually were. Then, just as she swept out of the room, he had a fleeting glimpse of her delightful derriere. It was full, firm, and shaped like a smooth, pink upside down heart. It was beautiful except for the angry red weal circling her asshole and the scattering of blue welts sprinkled across the rounded perfection of her ass. All of these were complimented by her long, beautifully proportioned legs that moved with fluid grace as she strolled out of the room.
Carrying the image of her in his mind, the only flaw he could find were the numerous bruises, but thankfully, they were superficial and would soon be gone.
Now alone, Jonas couldn't believe what had happened. The events of the day all seemed to mesh into one outrageous orgasm of emotions. First there had been happiness at his homecoming, then rage at Matt, then humiliation of being aroused by his mother. Next had come the hot, steaming stimulation that it had lured both of them into an act so vile and depraved, he still couldn't believe it had happened. How would all this change their life, he wondered? He didn't know, but he did know it would change them, for better or worse. Without a shadow of doubt, it would change their life.
Trying to sort out his feelings, he realized that his feelings for his mother had irreversibly changed. He felt much more protective of her now. He had never seen her as vulnerable and hurt as when he had barged in on her and Matt. He vowed to himself that he would never let anything like that ever happen to her again. He loved her more deeply than he could ever have imagined. He still loved her as his mother. But now it was different. Now there were other emotions involved. Now he also loved her as a woman. A woman and lover. His newly developed affection for her was so deep and strong, he wished that he could take her for his wife. Take her and live out his life loving and caring for her.
Why not? Maybe, just maybe, he thought as a tiny germ of an idea blossomed in his imagination.
Putting aside everything else, he pictured his mother in all her naked innocence. As the image of her naked body danced through his head, he felt a quiver of excitement tickle through his peter. Reaching under the cover, he wrapped his hand around the germinating erection and began to roughly stroke it. It only took a few seconds of this to bring it to full hardness as he thought indecent thoughts of his mother.
"Oh, I wasn't enough for you?" she laughed, slipping into his room unannounced and catching him in the act.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he blushed, "I didn't hear you coming."
"That's okay," she smiled.
"I was just thinking about you and how beautiful you are. I just started getting hard," he said, still a little self-conscious, "so I just thought I would help it along."
"Can I see?" she asked, leaning over and putting the tray onto the bed.
"Of course," he bubbled throwing back the covers to reveal his rock-hard cock and reaching up to pull her down to him all in the same motion.
Staring into the deep warmth of her smoky blue eyes, he tenderly pressed his lips to her, kissing her so softly, it was like the wings of a butterfly brushing across her lips.
"This is what love is supposed to be," she moaned softly as he released her, "I don't know if I can live without it."
"Me, either," he said emphatically.
"How did all this happen so fast?" she mewed. "I still can't believe it."
"I don't really understand, but," he paused, gently caressing the silky softness of her thigh, "I don't want to ever leave you."
"Oh, My Love, would that it was that easy," she mumbled.
"But, Mother," Jonas protested.
"Stop," she told him, "Stop, for just a while. Here. Eat, drink and be happy. We can worry about that later."
"But, I," he started to say but found his mother's fingers on his lips blocking any further conversation.
"Eat," she commanded him, "Or, I'll send you out of your room without any supper."
"What," Jonas laughed out loud, "Great, Mom, Best one yet. But I'm already in my room."
Both of them became hysterical with laughter. It seemed to serve as a release of all of the pent up emotions that were smoldering just under the surface of their new relationship.
Finally, with tears running down their cheeks, they stopped laughing and stared into each other's eyes for several long, poignant moments.
"God, I love you so much," Jonas murmured.
"I love you, too," she whispered.
Then, she shook her head to try and break the passion of the moment.
Finally, she took a deep breath and looked over at the tray of food setting before them.
Jonas's eyes followed hers and he suddenly realized he was starving.
"Wow, Mom, that's enough to feed an Army," he said, reaching for a chicken drumstick.
"Just eat," she laughed, opening another bottle of wine and pouring them another drink.
She smiled and handed him his glass.
Taking a sip of the rosy red wine, he watched her gracefully ease herself down onto the bed and lean back against the headboard. Then, he dipped his eyes down to her big tits that looked like two water-filled pink balloons as they jiggled and sloshed with every move she made.
She took a dainty sip from her glass before filling her mouth with food.
They hungrily devoured the food and almost finished the bottle of wine before they were cleaned.
"Wow, I didn't realize how hungry I was," Jonas said, rubbing his stomach appreciatively, "and I had forgotten what a good cook you were."
"It was only leftovers," she said modestly.
"But excellent ones," he praised her.
"Well, thanks," she laughed, picking up the tray and setting it onto the nightstand.
Pouring the last of the wine into their glasses, she leaned back looked at him. As she gazed lovingly at him, she slowly sipped her wine and adoringly ran her hand up his thigh, stopping just short of his drooping cock.
"This is nice," she said softly, "I can't believe that we're doing it, but it's actually beginning to feel natural. Don't you think so?"
"It could be," he remarked to her as he ran his hand up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh, stopping just short of the oozing gash of pink flesh peeking out at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I have an idea," he smiled at her, "but I need to think out a few other things before I explain it to you."
"Oh, Really," she smirked, "And does your idea involve me."
"Most definitely," he grinned, gently fingering the soft, limp lips of flesh surrounding her inner most sanctum.
"That feels good," she sighed, slowly spreading her legs farther apart and exposing more of her bubbling femininity to him.
"Your, uh, your, uh, pussy is beautiful," he told her, blushing as he spoke.
"Why, thank you," she returned, blushing too, "But I don't know what you men see in it that is pretty."
"It is so soft, and wet, and warm, it makes me hard just looking at it," he tried to explain as she saw his cock twitch.
"Can I kiss it," he asked, scooting over closer to her.
"Of, course you can, My Love," she cooed, lifting her foot and draping her leg over his arm, "I would love for you to kiss her."
Inching closer, Jonas stared into the very core of his existence. It was almost impossible to imagine that he had once been deep inside of this beautiful, warm place. Leaning closer, he gently kissed the soft, flaccid flesh that hung down encircling and guarding the deep, wet chamber of her vagina.
"Oh, My Love," Sarah sighed euphorically as she felt his tongue probing her vaginal lips.
Running his tongue around her hot, dripping slit, Jonas eagerly lapped up the overflow from her drenched gash. Then slowly, he probed the soft flesh, searching for her clitoris. Poking and exploring with his tongue, he found the little fleshy sheath and the slippery, little marble inside it. When he did, he felt her jump.
"My God," Sarah whispered as she felt him tentatively poke the protruding button with his tongue.
Seeing how much she enjoyed it, he reached up with his hand and gently peeled the fleshy hood back from her clitoris. Then he tenderly nuzzled the smooth little bead of flesh peeking out its fleshy cave and felt another shudder tremble shudder through his mother's body. Running his tongue around it teasingly, he toyed with it for several moments before he began to flick his tongue back and forth across it roughly.
"Oh, Lord," she groaned out loud as she felt her clitoris being ravaged by her son, "you're going to make me finish if you don't stop."
Hearing this, Jonas began to attack her clitoris even harder and faster.
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Keywords: Ch., In, Armor, My, Shining, Knight, 02,